Lindsay Lightwood P.O.V.

One of the greatest things about living in New York City is that there is always something to do. This is really great for me, seeing as how I mostly have to look after my two younger and playful brothers, Max and Tyler.

Today the two devils decided they wanted to go ice skating.

I wasn't really all for it at first, seeing as how I didn't know how to skate and who even goes ice skating anymore?

However, I am a fan of sitting on the sidelines drinking hot chocolate and reading my book, so I ended up agreeing.

After a good hour of getting them dressed, walking them to the arena, and helping them tie up their skates, I was finally alone.

I sat on a cold metal seat that was position right beside the door to the ice and watched as Max and Tyler passed a puck back and forth.

There weren't a lot of people on the ice besides my brothers—couple of figure skating girls, a few parents and their kids, and two couples goofing off together by the boards.

The two couples looked like they were having a great time, laughing and falling all over the place.

All four of them were stunningly good looking in unique and different ways.

One of them seemed to be the center of the attention. He was a tall tan playful looking teen that styled dishevelled black hair and green eyes. He wore a worn out New York Ranger jersey that was embroiled with the number 99 and Gretzky on the back. He looked to be a pretty good skater, but seemed to enjoy purposely falling and dragging down the beautiful blond grey eyed girl.

The blond looked like she was trying to be upset with him but was failing miserably.

They're clearly dating, I thought to myself turning my attention to the other couple.

The other couple consisted of an extremely pretty Native American girl that styled choppy brown feather braided hair and a pair of multicolored eyes. She stood leaning against a muscular, tall, blond blue eyed boy that looked like he was trying his best not to fall over. Both of them stood laughing at the black hair boy that was now spinning his girlfriend in a circle, trying to get her to dance to the crappy pop music.

I peeled my eyes away from them, feeling creepy for staring, and pulled out my book from my bag.

Just before I dove into the book another couple plopped down on the bench in front of me, so close I could hear them.

The girl was about 14 or 15 years old. She had long cinnamon curly hair that fell along her thin shoulders and golden bright eyes. She had on an extremely baggy sweater, that clearly belonged to the boy she was with.

He was a tall muscular Chinese boy that had the jawline of a bull, but still seemed kind. He wore a tight Montreal Canadiens jersey that was embroiled with Price and the number 31 on the back.

"Frank, I can tie up my own skates," The girl said as 'Frank' bent down in front of her.

"There's a right way, and a wrong way to tie up skates Hazel. And the wrong way could break your ankle." He said softly doing the skate up expertly.

Hazel pushed a stray curl away from her face, "it doesn't matter how well you tie my skates I'm still going to break my ankle."

Frank finished tying her skates and looked up at her, "You're not going to break your ankle, I won't let that happen."

Once the words were out of his mouth they both blushed simultaneously, and I swear, it was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.

"I don't even know how to skate," Hazel pointed out, as Frank pulled a bag out from behind her.

"Well, by the looks of it neither does Percy," he grinned, looking out onto the ice where the black hair boy now lay face down.

Hazel giggled softly at the sight and turned her attention back to Frank.

"And besides, I'm going to teach you." He said and moved closer to her.

She cranked her head back to look him in the eye, "ready?" he asked extending his hand.

She sighed, "I guess," and took his hand.

He hauled her to her feet where she teetered in her skates and crashed into his chest.

This caused both of them to blush again and pull away.

"Oh, there's one more thing we need." He said, reaching into the bag.

"What?"

Frank pulled out a black helmet and held it out to her, "this."

Hazel's face scrunched up, "you can't be serious?"

Frank grinned and pulled the helmet on her head, "Oh, but I am."

"I'm not risking you getting a concussion."

She looked very cute with the helmet on. Her wild curls popped out of some of the holes, while the front spilled down her forehead. It was clearly his helmet, which somehow made it even cuter.

Hazel smiled and stretched up giving him a kiss on the cheek, which once again caused him to turn bright red.

Frank grabbed her hand and carefully led her to the door.

He skated in front of her and linked his other hand with hers, leading her slowly around the boards.

I looked away and saw that the other couples girls took off by themselves, as the boys seemed to be bickering between one another.

The blond one was chasing the tan boy around the arena. As they passed the door I heard a terribly sung version of "Amazing Grace" being sung by the black hair boy as he skated. The blond boy followed more awkwardly and slowly yelling "stop making puns about my name!"

The time passed by rather quickly after that. It turned out that Hazel and Frank were good friends of the other couple and joined them after a couple of laps around the arena.

The dark haired boy ended up joining Max and Tyler for a game of two on one, which he purposely sucked royally at, letting them beat him by a landslide.

The couples ended up leaving after that, finishing off with cups of hot chocolate.

All of them looked like they had a good time, ending the date with smiles and laughs.

A part of me was jealous by the couples, wishing I could have a relationship like that. I shook my head at that thought, I'm sure I'll find something just as good when I'm ready.

"BOYS!" I called out to the ice.

"What?!" they turned in unison .

"Time to go!" I answered, jumping down to the door.

"Awe," they moaned and sluggishly skated to the door.

I waved my hand in a come on monition, "let's go get some hot chocolate."

That perked them up and they raced to the door.

And that's how I learnt that skating wasn't as dull as I thought.

Hey guys, long time no update. Sorry about the wait and the fact that this chapter wasn't that great. But I really wanted to write something for you guys and this was the only thing that was coming to me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it a little. I do have tons of ideas for one shots, so this isn't even close to being the end :). I hope you enjoyed a little Frazel.