The Ice is Slippery

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George and Clay were collapsed on the ice, their necklaces holding them together. Their eyes were wide and they weren't able to move from the shock. Sapnap looked at them after he stopped laughing. It took him a second to register what was going on, but once he did he was in just as much shock as the other two.

George was the first to back away causing the two necklaces to fall apart from each other.

"Umm," George's voice was shaky and barely above a whisper, "Do you guys think we could not tell anyone about this for now?"

"Yeah, that might be a good idea," The blonde responded, standing up and tucking his necklace into his shirt.

Nick looked at Clay then George like they were crazy, "Are you guys serious? You found your soulmate and you wanna keep it a secret?"

"I mean," Clay rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah. Have you been to our school lately? Not everyone is the most accepting. It took two years for people to stop attacking Bad and Skeppy after they came out about dating. Even the teachers were rude about it. We had to walk them to their classes to make sure no one jumped them."

"Ok but you should at least tell the team. They're like family, dude. They'll accept you."

Clay sighed, "How about we all meet up at my house around six and we can talk about this more?" A familiar honk told them the bus had arrived.

"Ugh, fine. Hey Geroge, you okay?"

"Wha- Yeah. Just a little shocked." It didn't make sense to him. He's never been into guys that way, only girls. So why was his soulmate Clay?

There was that one time that he kissed his best friend in elementary school but that was just because he was childish and curious. His parents had a long talk with him after they got a call from the other kid's mom. He had lied to them and told them it was a dare. He forgot about it until now.

"You guys coming?" Tommy shouted from the doorway with an exit sign hanging above it.

"Yeah, we just need to grab out stuff."

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The bus ride home was the same as it was to the rink, loud. Tommy was yelling at Nick for a stupid joke that made no sense to anyone, Ranboo and Tubbo were talking about their math class, and Clay was talking to Bad, Quackity, and George about a party he was planning. George tried his best to pay attention to the conversation, but he couldn't get his mind of the fact that Clay was his soulmate.

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Soon enough, George was dropped off at his stop. He spent the short amount of time during the walk to his house planning out how he was going to ask his parents if he could go to Clay's. He decided on the "study group" excuse.

When Geroge got home it was about five-thirty. The red door of his house was unlocked so he just walked in.

"I'm home!" George took his beat up sneaker off and set them by the door.

"Hello son," His father said as he was coming down the stairs, "How was school?" His father was your classic businessman, suit and everything. He had dark brown hair like George and was a good six inches taller than him. One of George's eyes matched his father's brown ones.

"It was fine. Seemed a little longer than usual, though." George was fairly intimidated by his father to say the least.

"How about practice?"

George's breath hitched in his throat, remembering what had happened earlier, "It was interesting. There was this other skater that asked for some help so I didn't get to practice for the normal amount of time." Mr. Davidson was very good at telling when someone was lying. Over the years George had figured out ways to get around that; he rarely ever told the whole truth.

"Who was it?"

"Some kid from another school, I think. He's new at the rink."

⚠️TW: HOMOPHOBIA⚠️

"A boy?"

"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?"

"Not unless you're getting into trouble with him."

"I'm sorry, sir, but what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, boy. None of that," He made some random gestures into empty space, "Shit in my house. Understand?"

"Yes sir." George felt his body tense up, He hoped his dad didn't notice. He didn't understand why it was so hard for his father to just accept people for who they are. To Mr. Davidson, if you didn't fit the mold you were trash.

⚠️If you skipped because of the TW you can start reading now.⚠️

George made his way to his room and set down his stuff. He had to make fists to keep himself from screaming at the top of his lungs. Nails dug into flesh leaving little marks in his palms

He still had to ask his mom if he could go to Clay's house for "study group". He took a deep breath before exiting his room and making his way to the back porch. As he expected, his mother was sitting in a comfortable chair wrapped in many layers of clothing to keep warm. She was reading Romeo and Juliet.

"Hi mom," George looked at her with a genuine smile on his face. His mother was a very kind person and he loved her very much. He always took care of him no matter what happened.

"Hi Goog!" It was a stupid nickname, but George loved it. His mom struggled a little to stand, only reminding him of how sick she was getting. She embraced the boy, "How are you?"

"I'm alright. How are your legs?" Even though she was still very young, she had ALS. A very aggressive form. Doctors said there was a very small chance of her making it to her sixties and even if she did, she'd be in the hospital being kept alive by machines.

"Oh they're fine. Just a little stiff." Despite her nervous system rapidly decaying, she was still so happy. She was in constant pain but the smile never left her face and the sparkle never left her bright blue eyes. George's other eye matched his mom's. She waddled her way through the sliding glass door as her son followed.

"Some of my friends are having a study group session at Clay's house and they invited me. Could I go?"

"Of course, kiddo. Do you think you'll stay the night?"

"I don't know, but I'll text you if any plans change. Thanks, mom," He gave her one last hug before going upstairs again to grab his bag then head to Clay's.

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AN: This chapter was pretty much just to introduce George's parents. Sorry it was a little shorter :/