Ice Skating

Mitch glided across the ice with such ease. He looked so majestic, unlike me. I had fallen on my ass muliple times. Right now I was shuffling around the edge of the rink, grabbing the wall at times.

The Canadian sped past me, turning around and skating backward. He laughed at me, seeing me struggle. I frowned and shook my head. We were supposed to be doing this together!

He was about to pass me again. As he skated by, I grabbed his arm and jerked him back, causing him to fall. Then I fell, too.

He looked like he was about to yell at me, but then he started laughing. Other people who were trying to skate glanced at us. Mainly because we were blocking part of the rink.

Mitch easily stood up and held his hand for me. I gladly excepted it, shakily standing up even with his help.

"We were supposed to be doing this together," I whined, "you act like I know how to ice skate!"

He grinned at me, "Alright, then come on." He grabbed my hand and lightly tugged me. My skates slid, mainly from him pulling me. He laughed again.

"Come on, biggums. You gotta at least try!"

I grunted and shuffled my legs a bit. It was working, in a way. We were going super slow. A lot of people looked at us, but I didn't care.

After a few minutes of us skating side by side, he grabbed my other hand, facing backward and looking at me.

He smiled at me, " You're doing it!" He cheered.

"Yeah, I guess." I chuckled.

His smile seemed to grow bigger, if it were possible, and his soft chocolate eyes were locked on mine. We kept skating like that, though. He seemed to know the rink by heart; he didn't crash into any of the walls.

We stayed like that for some time, I don't even know how long. Long enough until both of our legs ached and we had blisters on the heels of our feet. When we were skating, everything around us was a blur. All I could see was Mitch, and his gorgeous face. He was stunning. How could I not have noticed before?

"Hey, Jerome?" He pipped up

"Hm?"

"I think it's time to call it a day."

"I think so, too." We skated off the ice, hand-in-hand. We sat down at one of the many benches, untying our skates and returning them. We walked out of the building, into the cool, dark night.

"Thanks for dragging me here," I chuckled. " I actually had fun." He just smiled and giggled cutely.

I slowly moved closer to him. Soon, our lips connect.

And I can offically say that this night was perfect.