By MusicAgainstTheHeart
Ice Skating
"For the record, I've never done this before." I said as I finished tying my laces. I got to my feet, wobbled, then found my balance by leaning against the wall.
"And I have?" Gaara had finished getting his skates on a long time ago, but that was just because he didn't have to go back to the receptionist twice to complain that his skates were too small. Not that *ahem* mine were…
I fake a look of surprise, "Are you admitting that you may, and this is a very big may, not be good at something?"
He crosses his arms and scowls. "I live in the desert. So yes, I am admitting that I am not good at everything, at least anything that deals with the cold/snow/ice." Then he turned around and says, "I'm just better then you."
"Bastard." I mutter and shove past him onto the ice. I am surprised to find that am rather good, by good I mean that I haven't fallen…yet. I make one full lap around the ring then stop in front of Gaara, who still hasn't moved.
"'I've never done this before' my ass."
I laugh and hold out my hand. He ignores it and steps out, one step at a time. His balance is found in a matter of milliseconds and his confidents is plastered all over his face, or at least that's the way I see it.
"Bravo," I clap, "now try moving." I start skating on my own and turn around to watch.
He falls.
Gaara falls.
Gaara of the Desert falls.
I stop, dead.
And laugh so hard that tears come out of my eyes, which then freeze in seconds. After I compose myself (after about 15 minutes), I skate over and once again offer my hand to him. He takes it and pulls me down with him.
"Ow."
X.x.X
"I'm hungry." I say after we've returned the skates to the receptionist. She looks at me in disbelief, after complaining about the tightness of the skates, she would have thought I would have stayed out there for at least an hour. Sucks for her.
"I'm sorry." Gaara replies, he makes no move to go get me anything to eat, and so I whisper the blackmail of the day in his ear. "I'll be right back." He leaves, but not before giving me one of his signature glares.
I sit there waiting, that's until I notice that he's left his hat behind. Its one of those snow play elastic type hats, and so in a way to entertain myself, I start to throw it up into the air, then catch it. This goes on for about four minutes, that's when I miss it and it lands in the trashcan.
"Oh shit." I pick it out carefully and discover that it's covered in ketchup, mustard and bits of hotdog. I try to shake it off, and find that it's not working. "Shit, shit, shit!"
I see Gaara coming back and I hide it behind my back. He hands me a hamburger and I devour it in under a minute.
"Where's my hat?"
"Uh…I, er," I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, "um, oh, heh, here it is!" I hand it over and he puts it on, not noticing the bits of trash that cover it. I think he saw the look of horror on my face because he immediately whips it off and runs a hand through his hair. After looking at the smears of ketchup on his hand, he said;
"I hate you."
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