When was the last time i updated? Oh right, yesterday ;) this is for @itsjustflaws , she's totally crushing on Alec :D
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I just had another lesson learned. Do not ever show off or brag about something you can never be sure of.Skating on the sheet of glass athwart my position is a guy better in skating than me though he just got a surgery not more than two months ago. He even told me that this was his first time trying to ice skate. He's a natural at this.
And even though how many times i told him not to skate anymore for his foot's sake, he still insisted that it was fine.
Yeah, The odds of saying fine when you're actually not was more of a female's attitude but c'mon, would anyone ever mistake him as gay? If he was gay, females would grief at the lost. Really.
Because my focus was already taken up too much by Alec and not leaving any for the fact that i was actually skating on ice ; My foot slides dangerously, but much to my luck i strangle along the metal fence guarding the border of the rink.
At least i didn't go all the way to hurting myself worse than what has happened. Although i feel a tingling pain on my lower limb just where the tongue of the skate shoe hits it, i bent down a bit to check it out. The shoe must've been too old, the reason for the leather being too harsh on the skin.
Bruises welcomes my sight as i move down the shoe's tongue a little. The leather of the skating shoes might have been hard enough to leave bluish marks on my skin.
So i fold the the leather to keep it from touching the bruises, and avoid the inevitable pain i will get in the near future. Better be safe than sorry.
I got back up to stand straight and see Alec moving towards me.
I feel my nose itch and i blow the itch away; most simply called sneezing.
"Are you cold?" He asks, the moment that our distance wasn't that far away from each other. "Yeah," I pause. "But I also think that I might be catching a cold."
"Come on then, i'll drive you home." He offers, taking my wrist and turning his back towards me, already skating away but i remained still.
"I'm not that ill. I can manage." I insist and he looks at me.
"Just let me drive you home, you need to get some rest. You don't want to be sick, right?"
I nod.
"I'll wait for you outside the rink." He says then skates away, pulling a distinguishable distance.
"You don't have to!" I scream, hoping he would hear it.
I heave a sigh and skate away.
It's my childhood dream of becoming a skater. Not just on ice, but also on bare land. I have always been frustated in the field of sports. That's the reason why i always loved to play outdoor games like frisbee and boomerangs. Although I haven't played boomerangs recently, i don't remember where my boomerang is.
Mum and dad decided to buy me a skateboard when i was seven, a white skateboard with gold flares and silver lines. It was enough to shut me up the whole night that Christmas, without complaining about how lame the gifts that i have recieved are.
I named the skateboard Pixie because of how much it reminded me of Pixie dusts.
It was unlike any little girl's dream, but it was mine.
I skate with emotion, feeling the pour of it from the sole of my shoes letting it go out through the swift blade's movement.
I didn't realise how fast and hazardous my feet are moving until i slipped and fell with a loud thud.
My arm throbs of pain whilst i used it as support for my falling. I felt dizzy and eventually, blacked out.
I struggled to open my eyes.
My sight blurs and the brightness shines on it unpleasantly, so i decided to blink a few times to adjust.
I'm at the hospital; i can sense it from the smell of sanitizers, the white-tiled floor that matches the wall's cream wallpaper and the hospital bed on which i lay upon.
I look both on my sides in search of someone who must've brought me here. But there are no signs of anyone.
I let myself stand up and that is when the pain tingles. The bruises on my legs are still visible. I smile a little since i've always liked the color blue and violet, but now it looks so unpleasant.
Its pretty chilly, i cough and sneeze, my nose getting a little itchy.
I lifted the back of my hand to my neck and i groan when i saw that my arm is covered in a beige cast. I thought that i wouldn't get to have casted arms again after rolling on a hill like that. Its gross when it gets smelly.
I twist my arm, studying the cast.
It is a shade of beige and apricot, indented with thin and fine lines, each of the ends are clipped together by a thin scrap of metal.
"Oh, you're awake." I almost didn't notice Alec walked in.
"What happened to me?" I ask, raising my arm to find justice for my casted part.
He steps forward and scratches the back of his neck. He looks adorable, honestly.
"Well, you slipped and injured your arm." He nods. "Good thing I was there so I took you to this hospital." He added.
"I -" my cough interjected my supposed to be response. "Annnd, you caught colds and coughs, and a light fever." He sighs.
"This is the last thing i want to spend the holidays with." I roll my eyes, "Yeah." He breaths out.
Then i remember something!
I went to search for my bag, but its nowhere to be found.
I look at Alec questioningly, though he might have understood it instantly. He took my purse out of his bag and hands it to me.
I mouthed him a "thanks".
I grab a black sharpie that i kept for emergency purposes in my bag.
I move my arm closer to him and signals for the black sharpie. He gives me a clueless look.
"Sign it." I chuckle at his lost mind.
"Oh," he takes the black sharpie and signs my cast.
It was a simple Alec :) , but with his cartoon-y handwriting it looks lovely.
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Hey there! I have something to say to you, yes YOU!
No no, don't look anywhere else. I was talking to you!
So you see, I went out to buy camouflage trousers the other day, but somehow I couldn't find any...
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