A/N: I would have posted earlier, but I didn't feel like it. I wasn't sure if I should continue this story, but then I decided to write for me, just because I wanted to. Hope you like :)
Chapter 11
We walk down the hallway and out of the hotel, narrowly avoiding the paparazzi by sneaking out the back door. Apparently, they get really rowdy around the time that she goes on tour. I take her word for it, since I don't really want to find out for myself. We are hit with a blast of cold air as we step outside. Well, she is, since she forgot her jacket. I, being the wonderfully nice person I am (yeah right), offer her mine.
"Are you sure. I don't want you to get a cold." I just smile at her before responding.
"Yeah, Britt, I'm sure. You look freezing, and I don't get colds." Something crosses my mind as she puts her arms through the jacket. "Hey Britt? Why are we going to get ice cream if it is so cold outside?" She looks at me and shrugs while slightly cocking her head.
"You can't have a celebration without ice cream. Then we can get hot chocolate to warm up, and go ice skating!" Her excitement really gets to me, and I agree to it before I realize something. I have never been ice skating before. I don't bring it up, because I don't want to disappoint her. Even if I love spending time with her, I am not looking forward to making a fool of myself on the ice and falling on my ass. I keep quiet, not wanting to disappoint, and we walk into the ice cream parlor. I hear a few whispers and notice a few glances from the customers sitting around the room. At first I think it's really strange, and as I am about to ask Britt if I have something on my face, I remember that she is a celebrity. Seriously, how could I forget? Not long ago, I would have been one of those people whispering and staring. I probably would have even been secretly, or not so secretly, taking pictures of her. And then I would have gone home and freaked out to Quinn. Now, instead of fangirling, I am walking into an ice cream shop with my celebrity crush and idol, and I don't even take a second to think anything of it. Wow. I have come really far. I look over to Brittany to see if she noticed, and if she did, she isn't reacting at all. She just walks up to the counter, bouncing in excitement, and I follow her, trying to act like this is a normal, every day occurrence. I am pull out of my thoughts when the lady at the counter asks what I want to get.
"Um, can I get a scoop of chocolate in a cone?" She nods at me, and turns to look at Brittany for her order.
"Ooo. I want a scoop of rainbow swirl please. In a cone. Thank you." Of course she would get rainbow swirl. It is so amazing how innocent her mind is. We walk over to a booth in the corner of the shop, and I can't help but check out her ass as she half walks, half skips in front of me. Hopefully, before anyone can notice, I force my eyes away. We plop down on opposite sides of the table, and enjoy the treat, mine being Brittany as well as the ice cream. I finish mine in record time, which I have always done with my ice cream, while Britt takes slow licks around the sides. After a few seconds, she looks up at me, and I try my best, yet fail, to hold back a laugh. She looks at me with a questioning look, and it makes her even more adorable.
"You have ice cream on your nose." She blushes in embarrassment, and takes a napkin to wipe it off.
"Is it gone?" I nod my head while chuckling quietly.
"Yeah, you got it all." She says a quiet thanks, and goes back to finishing her ice cream. When she finishes, we get up to leave, thanking the lady who gave us our treats as we walk out the door. We walk for a bit, making small talk about nothing in particular. I don't even notice where we are going, until Brittany speaks up in excitement.
"Ice skating! Yay!" I smile at her, my nerves catching up to me. We enter the building and walk up to the counter. "Hello. We would like to go ice skating please." The guy at the counter nods, and after we pay, he directs us to the place where we get our shoes. Once again, Brittany speaks up for the both of us. I am a little surprised that she knows my shoe size, but then again, Britt is very smart and observant, even if she doesn't show it often. We go over to the benches to sit down and put on her shoes. By the time she has both on and tied securely, I managed to get only one on, and not even tied. "Here. Let me help you." I can feel my cheeks heat up in a blush at the notion of having to be helped like an elementary schooler. It takes her all of two minutes to get my shoes on - more than twice as fast as it took me to get the first one on my foot - and we stand up to go to the ice rink. As soon as I take my first step, I feel myself leaning to one side like I am about to fall over. I quickly latch onto the wall, thanking my lucky stars the Brittany isn't looking my way. I can't believe I already almost fell, and I'm not even on the ice yet. This is going to be one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I struggle to keep up with Britt as she makes her way to the entrance to the ice rink. Even on skates she looks so graceful, not even wobbling one bit. She steps onto the ice, her body flowing like peaceful wind in the spring. I watch her in awe, scared to go on the ice and mess up while she is out there looking like a professional. I must have waited a moment too long, because she gives me a strange look and speaks up.
"You've never done this before, have you?" I blush and shake my head, confirming her suspicions. "That's okay. I can help you."
"I don't want to fall on my ass and make a fool of myself." The sentence slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. I have to consciously force myself to keep my hand from covering my mouth in shock, and an attempt to take back my words. She giggles a little before responding.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure everyone fell over when they first started, and even many times after. I will be right next to you helping you the entire time, but if you want to leave, you can." Her words make me feel slightly better, but I decide to stay. I can't disappoint her. She came here to skate and celebrate the first show of the tour. I'm not going to be a party pooper. I take a deep breath and force myself to lift up my foot and place it on the ice. Then goes my next foot. To my horror, I trip and slide on the ice, crashing into Brittany. Lucky for us, she puts a hand on the wall just in time to save us from the cold and humiliation of falling over. "See, I told you I would catch you," she says with a smile. I roll my eyes at her playfully, and straighten up, allowing myself to hold my own weight up. She keeps her arms around me, allowing me to stand without falling again. I have to admit, her arms around me feel a lot better (and warmer) than they should. I shake it off, and blame it on the cold atmosphere of the rink, but deep down, I know it is because of the stupid crush. She starts guiding me around the rink, balancing me with her hands, and looking like she is having a blast. We almost fall one more time, and just when we think we caught ourselves, and start laughing, we manage to land on our butts on the cold ice. Our laughing only grows at our clumsiness, and I have to say, this is a lot more fun than I thought it would be. After our time on the ice is up, we make our way to the exit, me slightly more skilled than when I entered, take off our shoes, and give them back to the guy at the desk. We thank him, earning a smile back, and leave the building, laughing along the way. The walk back to the hotel passes in no time, since we talk and talk and talk, and I feel a large amount of sadness since I know that the day is almost over. We get some food at the buffet in the lobby, eating as slow as possible to prolong our time together. When we finish and pay, we go to the elevator and take it up to our floor. The ride is silent, since we are lost in our own thoughts. I almost don't realize that the doors open, but quickly step out before they can close. I walk her to the door, and she unlocks it with a pout on her face. The door clicks open, and she turns around to look at me.
"Well, I guess I will just head back to my room." She stays silent and looks at me for a moment, until she opens her mouth and says a few words that shock me, and make my heart flutter at the same time.
"Do you want to come in. . ."
A/N: I really want to continue this story, because I like where it's going. I would like to have 35 reviews total before I post again. That is 4 more. Thank you.