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Chapter 3: The First Date (?)

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of the family Lexus driving off and the little pitter-patter of intricate snowflakes on your bedroom window. Stretching your arms up above your heads, you literally rolled out of bed and landed loudly on the floor. But you always had random pillows there. Needless to say, you're pretty weird, even in your own eyes.

You had dressed yourself in a navy blue T-shirt with a gray hoodie over and a pair of thick blue jeans. You pulled on a clean pair of socks and head downstairs to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast.

You found a quickly scrawled note posted on the refrigerator that said:

Dear (F/n),

I've got to go back to work again, but this time it's a business trip. I won't be back for quite awhile. Not sure when I can come back here, but I'm probably already on the plane while your reading this. Your mom went out to her newest job. She said she wouldn't be back until around 9:30. Be good!

-Pops.

You tossed the note in the bin. Flinging open the fridge, you discovered a PP&J sandwich waiting for you with your name on it. You happily took the food, unwrapped it, and gobbled it down. Now that you had food in your system, you marched into the living room and turn on you favorite show. Not knowing how long you watched, a call from your phone snapped you out of you daze. It said 'Dashiell'.

"Hello?"

" Hey (F/n). I'm going to the skating rink with a few friends. Wanna come with?"

You automatically smiled. Maybe this guy was pretty cool. " Sure. When?"

" What is it? 11:30? In about 45 minutes I guess."

" Cool. See you then."

He hung up, but you thought you heard snickering in the background from wherever he had called you from. Whatever. Finish this one show and then leave.

Dash's Point of View

Waiting outside in front of the rink, the snow had stopped. Dashiell stood with a few teammates who had brought their girlfriends as if it were some sort of giant group date. When they had remembered that he had no special girl, they had talked about inviting the girl he saw yesterday, (F/n).

He smiled at the memory. She was so cute with a blush on her face and when she squirmed in his arm. Her skin was insanely cold (for a human), though it was winter. What wouldn't be cold around Burgess during this time? Unless she was an alien. That's the only thing he could think of that was reasonable in any way, shape, or form.

He looked at his wristwatch. 12:10. She would be here soon enough.

" Hey D. Whassup?"

I turned to find a good friend, Sora, staring at me with a smug look on his face. He had some girl hooked on his arm. I didn't recognize the girl. Must be some random pick-up.

" Hey Sora. Not much. How's soccer lately?"

"Not much. Just practicing for the next season."

Dashiell nodded in return and went back to looking for his *AHEM* date.

"Soo, where's the girl?"

"Right there," he said with a smirk as you were running towards him, slightly out of breath.

Back to your POV

"Hey, sorry I'm late. The show I was watching got really good and I was eating food and-"

"(F/n), Its perfectly fine, you're not late at all, you're just on time." He said cutting you off of your obsessive rambling.

You gave a small smile as he held out his arm for you, like an English gentlemen. You took his arm as he led you into the large, white and blue building. Bright light invaded your eyes and laughter found it's way into your ears. Looking at this huge rink, you started to remember cute little memories of you and your friends coming here once in a while, though lately, you hadn't.

As you waited in line to rent a pair of skates, something caught your eye. A boy with chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes was skating alone. It looked like he was some sort of professional, what with his jumping, twirling, and even skating backwards (Since when was that possible). What really confused you is that he didn't catch anyone else's eye. They all skated around in circles, talking and giggling to each other, but no one else looked at him. He was in the goddamn center of the ice! How was everyone missing him?

You were so mesmerized by him you didn't realize Dashiell was waving his hand in your face, asking your shoe size. You snapped back to reality and told him. He handed you a pair of black and white skates and you walked over to the nearest bench. You put them on and wobbled over to the ice, where it looked like you were the best skater out of all of them.

Everyone was always hanging on to the railing, or tripping and falling on their arses. Only you, that guy Sora, and Dash (you decided to nickname him) were the only decent skaters in the group. So naturally for them, they decided to race against each other as you watched. Two full laps around the rink and whoever finished first, won.

You laughed loud as they both fell on their butts at the same time after they tried to pass each other up. Dashiell got up first and ended up winning.

The skylight had darkened around you as Dash walked you home from the rink. You had fun, unsurprisingly, and learned a lot about each other. Like how his family came up from being farmers to great lawyers and businessmen. Or how he hated math, science, bad blue cheese (that was a long story) and other little petty things.

The walk back was shrouded in comfortable silence as you looked at the beautiful scenery around you. It really made you want to run back home, get your sketchpad, and just draw until you sleep. It really was fantastic.

" You okay?" he asked.

" Yeah, just fine. The view right now is amazing."

" I think the view right beside me is a lot more amazing," he replied with a smirk and a slight eyebrow waggle.

Rolling your eyes and lightly blushing, you punched his arm lightly and he chuckled.

The rest of the way was noisy with laughter as he kept making you laugh with witty jokes and terrible puns. You reached your door too soon for your liking.

" If your going to ask me too hang out again, how about tomorrow? I'm free," you said.

He gave a brilliant smile. "That would be awesome. Pick you up at three?"

" Sure thing. See you," you replied as you walked through your door.

Upstairs in your warm, comfy bedroom, you laid on you bed. It was snowing again, but lightly, as night befell the world. You had washed up and were ready for bed. You kept thinking about if you had feelings for Dash and if he had feelings for you even. And so that's how you fell asleep.

While you were sleeping, you window opened enough for a boy, about 18 years of age, to get into your room. The wind had carried up, and left him gently on your windowsill. He smiled at your sleeping form; left an ice encased rose, and left as soon as he came.

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