The week had gone by faster than Marinette would have thought, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. But it was a feeling she could live with. Gaberiel had been so nice to her, and hadn't pushed her away like other people might. He didn't seem disappointed in her whatsoever, he said that she was the most interesting person he had ever known. She thought he was joking, like a friend, but when she looked into his eyes she could the truth swirling in his eyes, and like before she couldn't take her eyes off. Marinette was lost in his eyes, the eyes that could put her in a trance and never let her go. Now, she was never alone at lunch. Marinette liked that.

Marinette also liked that on Friday, Gaberiel had suggested that they trade phone numbers, so they could keep in touch with each other. Marinette immediately said yes, worried that he might change his mind.

However, when the weekend came, she was left alone with her thoughts and a reflecting light in her face that seemed to judge her. It was around nightfall when she got a text. Marinette thought it was just another alert but when she realized she turned off all her alerts; she scrambled for the phone. Finding it at the end of the bed, she opened the text finding it was from Gaberiel. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and her hands became sweaty. Gaberiel. She had almost forgotten about him.

Meet me at the ice rink, it read.

Marinette had to read it over again just to be sure it read right. She gulped. If she ignored the message, she could lose her only friend but if she did the urges would overcome her and send her into instinct mode. Marinette didn't know which one she wanted. In the end she made a big decision she never thought she make again.

Sure, she replied, meet you there.

She slumped down the sides of her bed, and took a deep breath and prepared to get ready. Grabbing her pink scarf, and white sweater over her red dress, and she took extra socks just the cold. Marinette grabbed a small backpack and put the judging reflecting pair of shoes into the bag, trying not to think about what they really meant. Pulling her hair into a ponytail she took her phone, her wallet and her set of keys; she walked out of the house, hoping that nothing could go wrong.


There was only one rink for a couple of miles, around the area, it was near the school,
making it a short walk. Arriving at the rink, Marinette searched for Gaberiel almost immediately, not wanting to be alone. Fully looking the building "The History Rink", Marinette saw that it looked the same, it had never changed and it was waiting for her. All these years, they both had been waiting. Memories had started to resurface, the ones that she thought she had burned so long ago. She made history here (as in the name), and this place would never let her forget
it. She smiled to herself, the urge to do as she pleased on the ice was almost overwhelming.

Marinette felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped frightened at the sudden contact,
making her heart race. Turning around she saw Gaberiel with a wide smile, instantly she smiled back as her beating pulse began to calm down. "Hey, Marinette," he said. Gaberiel was wearing a plain white shirt covered by a thin zip up hoodie, a pair of black (from what she seemed stretchy) pants, and pair of black shoes. Even with all the plainness he wore he still made her heart beat.

"Hi," she replied, not knowing what else to do.

"Come on." He said, gesturing his hand for her to walk with him. She obeyed. "How long
have you been waiting for?"

"Not long," she answered.

"Good, I didn't want you out here alone." Marinette could only bite her lip, slightly to stop from smiling, "I thought the skating rink was a nice place to go. Y'know to repay you for...f-falling on you." he blushed while scratching the back of his head. Marinette nodded her head, suddenly embarrassed as well.

"Yeah, you didn't have to do that." Or at least didn't have to take me here, she thought bitterly. Marinette gasped internally at her sudden thought, she didn't want to seem rude or ungrateful even if this was a bad idea.

Walking to the line, she gripped her bag a little tighter. As she saw the line getting
closer and closer to the front desk. She coward behind Gaberiel trying to hide her face like a four-year-old hiding behind their mother. It wasn't as if she was scared (okay maybe a little) but she just hoped she didn't run into the one person that could ruin this night.

Now, that they were the next in line Marinette could clearly see who was behind the desk, serving them: Alya Césaire. One of her classmates. She froze, Marinette had no idea that Alya worked here, she didn't know what would happen if she saw her there. But then she remember that most kids from her school came here on a Saturday night. She just wanted to drop dead.

Marinette just wanted to get on the ice with Gaberiel so she could pay attention to him, and ignore everyone else, but tonight wasn't that type of night, apparently. Bursting from the back was a loud and chubby man, his tan skin looked sweaty under the lights with his black clothing, and he looked he had the best surprise party and wanted to continue to celebrate. He looked over at the front desk from the corner of his eye and smirked. Marinette gripped the bag even tighter. She had been spotted.

"Marinette," Gaberiel said concerned, "are you okay?"

Blinking back, she let her grip loose, and stared into the concerning eyes of Gaberiel's, "Yeah...yeah, I'm okay." she smiled an easy smile while nodding, as if she was saying that he never saw her. She excused herself to the bathroom, and took off the scarf and sweater. The sparkly sequins that flowed to the bottom from the V-line like an ocean wave, the red fabric making it stand out, the length stopping mid-thigh with a leotard underneath, the long sleeves going up to her hand where a little hole laid on her middle finger. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and sighed, she missed this so much but she couldn't bring herself to actually perform in front of people. Not after what happened. She put her sweater back on letting the material cover the red fabric, and exited the bathroom to rejoin Gaberiel who seemed to change as well. His white t-shirt was replaced with a black t-shirt, and it seemed to make him look like some kind of shadow.

"Can you skate?" he asked.

They walked into the skating rink and saw tons of people on the ice, skating and having
fun, suddenly her bag felt heavier than it was. She gulped. "No…" she looked down, avoiding his gaze. "not really."

Gaberiel found a safe place to stash their stuff and lace up. Apparently Gaberiel had
his own pair of skates. They were pair of plain black shoes with a dance blade, "Why do you have a dance blade instead of a free skate?" Marinette asked, as she put on a pair of skates that seemed brand new, with the same kind of blades. The tan color matched her stockings, and on the side it had her name in cursive. She cursed herself for asking that question out loud, but there was no going back now.

"I used to skate when I was little," he said, his face full of some past emotion that Marinette could relate to. "and I figured that since I'm here I can skate in Paris, like I've always wanted to." The statement made her smile, she figured anything to that had to do with her old hobbies would make her smile. But the smile was short-lived, as Gaberiel dragged her out onto the ice. She had to keep protesting that ice skating wasn't her thing, but he didn't seem to listen, and they kept getting closer to the rink.

Marinette was annoyed. Her arms crossed over her chest, and she seemed to move just as slow as a sloth with help from the ice. She didn't want to be on the ice, and she definitely didn't want to be on it if she had been spotted. That was a disaster waiting to happen. "Gaberiel, I don't want to be on the ice. I told you I can't skate. Are you trying to kill me?" She joked, while still pouting.

"And I told you, anyone can learn if they try. C'mon Marinette, you have to try and skate." Marinette sighed. She knew it was pointless, so she lightly pushed forward and continued to let the slippery ice push her forward, "Okay, there. I went skating, are you happy?"

He chuckled, "That wasn't skating." He stated plainly, "That was pushing yourself forward. A baby could do that." She stuck her tongue out as a five year old would, and continued to pout.

"Well then maybe I'm a baby," she stated, turning her head to the side, dramatically making it known that she didn't want to skate. She would continue to act like a five year old, if necessary. Apparently Gaberiel didn't get the message.

He came a lot closer than she would have thought, his hands rubbing her shoulder in a way that sent her blood pumping and her heart pounding. "Marinette, it's okay. I'll be right there with you, the whole time." He said it so quietly, like he didn't want anyone else to hear the conversation that was only between them. His eyes seemed to twinkle a little brighter the closer they were, and the yellow blossomed further. Blushing, once again, she simply nodded her head and untangled her arms, leaving her fate in his hands.

Marinette's hands were sweating, and her body was shaking with anticipation but her eyes were transfixed on his, never leaving for the fear of him disappearing, and this being just a dream. "Focus on me, Marinette." He said, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." She did. All she could do was focus only on him. It was like a spell that he had casted on her, as the outside world seemed to fade away. "You'll get hot, do you want to take off your sweater and scarf?" The question seemed pointless. Of course she would get hot! With her body moving, she would start sweating in no time. So, without question, she removed her clothing (with the help of Gaberiel) and continued to focus on him.

Gaberiel's hand set on her shoulder, sending a shiver down her back as it slowly came down to her hand, and suddenly they were moving. Her mind registered the music playing above- something she used to listen to as a kid, but her body… her body did all the talking. Moving in ways she couldn't remember. It was like a tune to a forgotten song. A past to a person who once was. The music was flowing through her, and she listened to the beat of her own heart, as she kept dancing to her heart's content. Never had she danced like this, so free and so graceful. When she was little she was never able to stick to a routine because her feet and her heart did its own thing, and half the time she could never remember it because she was lost in the sound.

It seemed that the less she thought, the more she knew. Marinette's body was slick with sweat, as Gaberiel pulled her closer, his own body slick with sweat, and their heats collided. Marinette danced and Gaberiel followed.

The crowd had been captivated by the sudden outburst of movement, that reached throughout the entire rink. Eventually they had cleared out, not wanting to get hit by the teenagers on the rink. However, it was the moment for realization. Many people had recognized her face, other by the way she moved, a lot of them recognized the song being played. And when the realization came and passed, there was only movement. A crowd of similar dancers started to race after the partners, and join in the dance. A performance was being held within no time. The lights that were white, were now multi-colored, as a single light captured Marinette and Gaberiel, as the other dancers were in perfect sync. It wasn't what Marinette would have thought tonight would be like, but she had a feeling. From the very moment she stepped into the building, she knew that something like this would happen. She always did. There was no way to ignore the feeling of being on the ice, the heat that pressed against her body and captured it for its own.

Gaberiel had picked her up by her waist, and held her high like the queen he knew she was meant to be. Marinette closed her eyes, letting her arms open and letting the music wash over her like a wave tide. Opening her eyes, she stared right at Gaberiel and smiled, letting her hands touch his beautiful face, and they continued to skate as one, mimicking the other perfectly.

When people saw Gaberiel and Marinette they didn't see two individuals dancing. They only saw one.

One mind.

One heart.

One soul.


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