"Come on Neeks, I know you like skating." I made a point not to look at Will because I knew he was making that face of his. I like his face, but not when he uses it to talk me into things.
"No you don't." I tried to sing-song it, which worked out horribly, but hopefully kept the edge out of my voice.
Truth be told, I loved ice skating, it was fun. And it always made me feel a little freer. However, for some godforsaken reason, Will was really good. And I mean, really good.
I honestly don't know how he managed it, being Southern and all (not that you'll ever catch him admitting to it, and, really, he doesn't even come off as such.)
"Yes I dooooo," he dragged that last syllable out, "you told me last time you went, without me, how much fun you had. Imagine how great it'll be if we go together."
I grinned despite myself. I loved going out with Will. While I was with him, it felt like there could never be anything wrong with the world, even if most of the time, after he wasn't there anymore, all I faced was the horrible feeling of committing a crime.
I sighed an overly dramatic sigh, dragging it out, "Fiiiine, let's go."
Will threw his arms around me, and pressed a quick kiss to my temple, before running to grab his skates.
That's right. His. Skates.
The only reason I was worried about going skating with Will was how good he was. I mean, yeah, maybe he isn't competing, but he can get some height on his jumps, and meanwhile, I'm happy just keeping off the wall and not falling. I didn't want to freeze up because of nerves on a date with my boyfriend.
He ran out to meet me and talked excitedly the whole way there, which kept my mind on him and him alone. He radiated joy when he was excited. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. His blue eyes shone with anticipation, and it made me smile just looking at him.
We went inside and he helped me rent a pair of skates. They were a lot bulkier than his, which made sense, since he probably had a pair it was easier to do tricks with.
We sat on one of the benches and put our skates on, me getting distracted once or twice (or way more than that...) by Will sticking his tongue just barely out of his lips in concentration as he laced his up.
I don't know how he managed to be so painfully cute, but it almost hurt me.
When we were done, he took my hand and we went onto the ice together. He transitioned seamlessly from the ground to the rink, as if nothing had changed.
I, however, promptly stumbled, and almost took out a line of eight or nine year old girl scouts who were on a group trip or something.
I looked up at Will, who was hiding his smile behind his hand.
"You okay?" I could hear the laughter creeping into his voice.
"Shut up."
I got back on my feet, and managed to get in a decent rhythm, mostly with Will's help. He had his arm hooked with mine.
I hated myself for freezing because of Will, but at the same time, I didn't exactly mind him staying near me and holding onto me.
We skated in laps, talking somewhat, for a while. I almost fell several times. Never actually did though. Will always caught me before I managed to.
Maybe an hour after we started, I stumbled again, this time mainly because I got distracted by Will's eyes again.
I did fall that time.
Will helped me up, and I leaned into him for a second, before he held me out at an arm's length.
"Neeks, I know you can skate, and it isn't that hard, if you need me to keep helping you, I'm just going to let you fall and go do tricks in the center of the rink." Somehow his words managed to sound loving.
I waved him off, "Go skate, I'll be fine."
Yeah, I was wrong. I fell a total of six more times after he started doing jumps and turns, simply because I was getting distracted by my boyfriend.
When we got home, Will made cocoa, and we watched a movie.
"Will?"
He looked over at me, "Mm?"
"I'm so lucky you're my boyfriend."
