dancing on broken glass

17. the date

Skye

We entered the rink after putting on our blades but to our surprise (not), none of us knew how to ice skate. The second we entered the rink, we both toppled and fell on top of each other. Although I successfully managed to stand up and balance with the help of the railing, Carter on the other hand... Well, let us just say that this is going to be a fun and eventful day.

After I managed to help Carter up while retaining my balance, we skated a little further but with the help of the railing. Carter like the kid he was started fussing

"But I want to go into the centre" he whined "that's where all the fun happens"

"Car, you can't skate"

"Oh, and you can?"

"Actually yes, I can," I said proudly and skated my way towards the middle. It was slightly shaky at first, but once I got a hang of it, I was fine. I sped across the ice like a professional, well in my head I was one at least, but in reality, I'm pretty sure I look like a dying penguin.

I spun around to look at Carter's priceless expression, he stood there, with his jaw dropped

"Close the cave Carter, you don't want Jafar sneaking in to get the magic lamp," I yelled out to him, laughing and his expression along with a couple of other bystanders who stopped skating to hear what I was yelling like a maniac.

He let out a huff and called out to one of the employees. My view of him got blocked by the other 30 something skaters who were gliding past me. It was pure havoc, people were skating in every possible direction.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Carter standing in the middle, next to me, holding a penguin. A bloody penguin
"What are you 5?" I questioned only to get the most Carter-like answer "Nope, I'm 3" he said proudly, puffing his chest. A small chuckle was voiced out by me with a wide smile etched on my face.

We continued messing around for a while before Carter started complaining about how 'inconvenient' the penguin was.

Isn't it supposed to make this easier?

Suddenly, Carter bust out "WAIT A BAD WORD MINUTE" he yelled, earning a dozen of stares from people who were weirded out and a couple of snickers from kids when he yelled out 'bad word' instead of saying it. "HOW THE BUTTERFLY DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SKATE?" he questioned, again replacing the bad word with butterfly

Butterfly? Ok macho man 

It then struck me that he just realized that I could skate even though I told him I couldn't 

"One of my old foster parents had a son who loved ice skating, he took me with him a couple of times. He taught me how to skate. I was very young though, so I didn't think I remembered how to do it" I said smiling sheepishly. I then remembered that he said butterfly instead of the cuss word he was going to use

"Oh, yea and what's up with the 'butterfly' instead of the actual word?"

"Well as you rightly pointed out a while ago, I'm three years old and my mommy says that those words the old uncles and aunties use are bad," he said extremely cutely, smiling with his dimples, causing me to poke one. He just smiles wider. "Plus I know you are afraid of butterflies so what's a better word to use than that?" he added grinning.

After that, Mr Grafström decided to shoo the penguin away and skate on his own. He moved his feet forward as though he was dancing, and the next thing he knew, he was flat on his ass, the ice 'burning' him. I pulled him up only for him to fall down again. He sat on the ice, his legs spread, pouting like a little child, looking lost. "That's it, I'm done. I hate you ice," he said angrily.