A/N-Not much to say. Is there ever much to say? I mean seriously. What
is worth saying? Sorry . . . going off on my own little philosophical
rant. Pay absolutely no attention to me. Please review though. That's
always good. The more reviews the better my state of mind. I don't want
to know how many reviews that will take.
CHAPTER 5
The ice rink wasn't overwhelmingly crowded but there was a good amount of people in it. The Bash Brothers liked to advantage of the free skate sessions because there was no referee. The boys skated lazily around the rink shoving people out of their way.
Bonita skated skillfully around the rink. She wasn't and expert but she was still controlled and graceful. Ava, on the other hand, skated quickly almost like a speed skater, often lapping Bonita. The girls laughed each time Ava passed Bonita because half time one of them almost fell.
"Hey Fulton, man" Portman turned to face Fulton, so he was skating backwards. The other skaters on the rink moved out of his way, in order to not get knocked into. Ava stopped skating all together to watch Portman. "Did you see her face? It was great!" Fulton laughed.
"It was great. She was seriously about to kick you out" Portman turned around.
"Yeah" he nodded and looked up to see someone skating in front of him, not as fast as he liked. "Can you move?" she turned her head just in time to see Portman's shoulder slam against hers, causing her head to turn and smash into the wall. Bonita grabbed her head with her hands and crumpled to the ice in pain. Fulton and Portman didn't notice but the small figure halfway across the ice did. She cut quickly across the ice and stopped sharply in front of the two guys. They stopped in surprise and Portman looked down. "What's your problem?"
"My problem?!?!" exclaimed Ava. "What's my problem? I'll tell you what my problem is. THAT'S my problem!" she pointed over to where Bonita was crumpled but she kept her neck strained up, her eyes glued on Portman's chin, the only part of his face she could see. Fulton immediately recognized Bonita and skated over to her side as quickly as possible.
"Yeah? So what? Not my fault."
"Except for you slammed her head against the wall."
"Well hockey players can handle it."
"One- hockey players wear helmets. Two- DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HOCKEY PLAYER?!?!?!" Portman laughed
"Why do you care?"
"Because I'm civilized and that's my best friend. That's why."
"Then go help her. You don't need to bitch at me."
"You should be more considerate."
"What am I supposed to do? Get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?"
"That would be an improvement" Portman laughed again and smiled cockily.
"You wish."
"You're right, I do."
"You do?" asked Portman caught slightly off guard.
"I said I do wish. I wish plenty of things. Doesn't mean they're going to happen."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Portman's face twisted in puzzlement.
"I'll explain when you grow up."
"I think to only one here who needs to grow UP is you."
"I'd rather be short, ugly, and smart then tall, cute, and dumb."
"I never said you're ugly."
"Yes, you're . . . wait" Ava blinked, this time it was she who was caught off guard. "What?!?"
"I said you're not ugly."
"You don't' think so?"
"That's right. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything . . . er . . . nothing!" Portman raised an eyebrow.
"You're confusing me."
"Never mind" Ava waved him aside. "Forget it. Just be more careful."
"I'm one of the Bash Brothers. How could I be careful? It's my nature to be rough."
"You can learn" Portman laughed.
"Right . . ."
"You know what? You are crude and immature" Portman mocked a bow.
"Thank you."
"And I can't believe I ever liked you!" added Ava to Portman's surprise and her own.
"So that's what this is all about?"
"NO! You slammed my best friend into the wall and I just thought you'd like to know that you're an egotistical jackass!"
"So I take it you don't like me anymore."
"That's right."
"What a shame. We could have had a great relationship."
"What?!?" Ava's jaw dropped. "Did you say something about having a great relationship?"
"Yes, I did, but I'm an egotistical jackass, remember? I already knew that. Why don't you go tend to your friend? Come on man" Portman turned to Fulton, who wasn't there. "Wha?" he exclaimed with the same look on his face as Ava who, even though she was a bit confused with the whole her and Portman thing, was having a hard time locating Bonita.
"Where is she?" but Fulton and Bonita were no where to be found.
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While Ava was yelling at Portman, Fulton skated over to Bonita's side. He knelt down carefully besides her.
"Are you ok?" Bonita's head was leaning against the wall and her vision was blurry so she couldn't identify who was by her side.
"No" she admitted. "I feel dizzy, faint. Not good" Fulton nodded.
"Do you think you can get up?"
"By myself, no" Fulton nodded.
"If I help you, do you think you could?" Bonita put a hand to her head.
"I could try" Fulton slipped an arm around her waist and put her arm around his shoulder. He tried to help her to her feet but realized she wouldn't be able to balance on account of the fact that they were on ice. He set her down gently.
"Do you mind if I carry you?"
"I . . . I guess not" said Bonita shakily, for she had no idea who she was talking to. Fulton picked her up, quiet easily, in a cradling hold and skated slowly off the ice with her in his arms. Portman was still being lectured by the short blonde girl so Fulton decided not to bother him. He got off the ice and laid her down, gently, on a bench. He held three fingers in front of her face.
"How many fingers?" Bonita squinted.
"A lot. Five?" Fulton sighed.
"I need to get a nurse. I can't leave you here. Do you mind if I take your skates off?"
"N . . . no" he unlaced Bonita's skates and took them off her feet. He also took his off and left her side but just for a little while so he could tell someone to get a nurse, or ice, or something helpful. He went back to the bench and knelt down besides it. He looked at her beautifully sculpted face and sighed. His eyes landed on her hand, which was resting on her stomach. He took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She flinched a little in surprise.
"Someone's going to get help."
"What happened?"
"You were slammed into the wall."
"Oh. Is that why my head hurts?" Fulton smiled.
"Yeah. It was kinda gruesome."
"Well, thank you for helping me" Fulton's cheeks turned red as a girl rushed in with a nurse running besides her. She took one look at Bonita and gasped.
"My gosh! Fulton get the wheelchair. Now!"
"F . . . Fulton?" groaned Bonita. "As in Fulton R . . . Reed?"
"Yeah" he said half-heartily.
"Fulton help . . . helped me?"
"Yes" said the nurse. "And it's very fortunate he did. If he hadn't . . ." but the nurse stopped talking when she noticed Bonita wasn't listening. Because Bonita had fainted.
CHAPTER 5
The ice rink wasn't overwhelmingly crowded but there was a good amount of people in it. The Bash Brothers liked to advantage of the free skate sessions because there was no referee. The boys skated lazily around the rink shoving people out of their way.
Bonita skated skillfully around the rink. She wasn't and expert but she was still controlled and graceful. Ava, on the other hand, skated quickly almost like a speed skater, often lapping Bonita. The girls laughed each time Ava passed Bonita because half time one of them almost fell.
"Hey Fulton, man" Portman turned to face Fulton, so he was skating backwards. The other skaters on the rink moved out of his way, in order to not get knocked into. Ava stopped skating all together to watch Portman. "Did you see her face? It was great!" Fulton laughed.
"It was great. She was seriously about to kick you out" Portman turned around.
"Yeah" he nodded and looked up to see someone skating in front of him, not as fast as he liked. "Can you move?" she turned her head just in time to see Portman's shoulder slam against hers, causing her head to turn and smash into the wall. Bonita grabbed her head with her hands and crumpled to the ice in pain. Fulton and Portman didn't notice but the small figure halfway across the ice did. She cut quickly across the ice and stopped sharply in front of the two guys. They stopped in surprise and Portman looked down. "What's your problem?"
"My problem?!?!" exclaimed Ava. "What's my problem? I'll tell you what my problem is. THAT'S my problem!" she pointed over to where Bonita was crumpled but she kept her neck strained up, her eyes glued on Portman's chin, the only part of his face she could see. Fulton immediately recognized Bonita and skated over to her side as quickly as possible.
"Yeah? So what? Not my fault."
"Except for you slammed her head against the wall."
"Well hockey players can handle it."
"One- hockey players wear helmets. Two- DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HOCKEY PLAYER?!?!?!" Portman laughed
"Why do you care?"
"Because I'm civilized and that's my best friend. That's why."
"Then go help her. You don't need to bitch at me."
"You should be more considerate."
"What am I supposed to do? Get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?"
"That would be an improvement" Portman laughed again and smiled cockily.
"You wish."
"You're right, I do."
"You do?" asked Portman caught slightly off guard.
"I said I do wish. I wish plenty of things. Doesn't mean they're going to happen."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Portman's face twisted in puzzlement.
"I'll explain when you grow up."
"I think to only one here who needs to grow UP is you."
"I'd rather be short, ugly, and smart then tall, cute, and dumb."
"I never said you're ugly."
"Yes, you're . . . wait" Ava blinked, this time it was she who was caught off guard. "What?!?"
"I said you're not ugly."
"You don't' think so?"
"That's right. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything . . . er . . . nothing!" Portman raised an eyebrow.
"You're confusing me."
"Never mind" Ava waved him aside. "Forget it. Just be more careful."
"I'm one of the Bash Brothers. How could I be careful? It's my nature to be rough."
"You can learn" Portman laughed.
"Right . . ."
"You know what? You are crude and immature" Portman mocked a bow.
"Thank you."
"And I can't believe I ever liked you!" added Ava to Portman's surprise and her own.
"So that's what this is all about?"
"NO! You slammed my best friend into the wall and I just thought you'd like to know that you're an egotistical jackass!"
"So I take it you don't like me anymore."
"That's right."
"What a shame. We could have had a great relationship."
"What?!?" Ava's jaw dropped. "Did you say something about having a great relationship?"
"Yes, I did, but I'm an egotistical jackass, remember? I already knew that. Why don't you go tend to your friend? Come on man" Portman turned to Fulton, who wasn't there. "Wha?" he exclaimed with the same look on his face as Ava who, even though she was a bit confused with the whole her and Portman thing, was having a hard time locating Bonita.
"Where is she?" but Fulton and Bonita were no where to be found.
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While Ava was yelling at Portman, Fulton skated over to Bonita's side. He knelt down carefully besides her.
"Are you ok?" Bonita's head was leaning against the wall and her vision was blurry so she couldn't identify who was by her side.
"No" she admitted. "I feel dizzy, faint. Not good" Fulton nodded.
"Do you think you can get up?"
"By myself, no" Fulton nodded.
"If I help you, do you think you could?" Bonita put a hand to her head.
"I could try" Fulton slipped an arm around her waist and put her arm around his shoulder. He tried to help her to her feet but realized she wouldn't be able to balance on account of the fact that they were on ice. He set her down gently.
"Do you mind if I carry you?"
"I . . . I guess not" said Bonita shakily, for she had no idea who she was talking to. Fulton picked her up, quiet easily, in a cradling hold and skated slowly off the ice with her in his arms. Portman was still being lectured by the short blonde girl so Fulton decided not to bother him. He got off the ice and laid her down, gently, on a bench. He held three fingers in front of her face.
"How many fingers?" Bonita squinted.
"A lot. Five?" Fulton sighed.
"I need to get a nurse. I can't leave you here. Do you mind if I take your skates off?"
"N . . . no" he unlaced Bonita's skates and took them off her feet. He also took his off and left her side but just for a little while so he could tell someone to get a nurse, or ice, or something helpful. He went back to the bench and knelt down besides it. He looked at her beautifully sculpted face and sighed. His eyes landed on her hand, which was resting on her stomach. He took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She flinched a little in surprise.
"Someone's going to get help."
"What happened?"
"You were slammed into the wall."
"Oh. Is that why my head hurts?" Fulton smiled.
"Yeah. It was kinda gruesome."
"Well, thank you for helping me" Fulton's cheeks turned red as a girl rushed in with a nurse running besides her. She took one look at Bonita and gasped.
"My gosh! Fulton get the wheelchair. Now!"
"F . . . Fulton?" groaned Bonita. "As in Fulton R . . . Reed?"
"Yeah" he said half-heartily.
"Fulton help . . . helped me?"
"Yes" said the nurse. "And it's very fortunate he did. If he hadn't . . ." but the nurse stopped talking when she noticed Bonita wasn't listening. Because Bonita had fainted.