Kiara Parker doesn't understand why her nights are suddenly taken over by multiple nightmares all at once. While juggling her school exhibition, a hot boy, work, family and friendship all at once, she tries to make sense of them. As terrifying memor...
I take off my earphones, adjusting my hair and my beanie in the process. I check the time on my phone and bite my lip, debating whether I should call Jake or not. Then I see him. He's walking to me with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Beside him, is Nia, barely a feet shorter than him, both of them seeming to be in a very intense conversation.
Then, he looks at me and we make eye contact. A smile breaks on to my face.
"Hey." I say to both of them when they get nearer. To Jake, I say, "Took you long enough."
Jake immediately removes one of his hands from his pockets to point his thumb at Nia. "Blame her, she took way too long to get ready."
"It's cold." She defends, glaring at him, "I didn't want to be underdressed."
"Trust me, underdressed is the last word I would use for you." Jake says. Nia's in a huge blue puffer jacket, a black sweater, black earmuffs, a blue beanie and a huge white and black stripe scarf. I do envy the amount of warmth she's getting from all of that though.
She rolls her eyes and disappears into the crowd.
"Mom is dying to meet you." I say truthfully. Last Thursday when mom forced me to invite Jake over for dinner, she wouldn't stop talking about what a good, handsome and polite boy he is. The second adjective, I'd use. The first, probably not. The third, most definitely not. Although, I had to be impressed by the sudden change in behaviour Jake had when he came over. He was suddenly nice.
Maybe he's just mean to me.
Dad was cool with him too, unlike Tyler, who wasn't fooled by Jake's little show. When Jake was leaving, Tyler practically took him by the hand and forced him into a corner, both of them talking in violent, hushed whispers. In the end, everyone was happy, though. Until now. When mom proposed the idea of Jake coming over to the skating rink too, she was pleased with herself for coming up with the idea. I was going to drag him in anyway, but now he wasn't really left with a lot of choice. Tyler brought a shit ton of his friends to compensate for the lack of girlfriend in his life.
"I literally came over for dinner the day before yesterday." He frowns.
"She likes you. I can't, for the love of myself, even begin to fathom why."
He smirks at me and takes my cold hand into his.
"Can't you?"
I roll my eyes and step down the stairs. He follows me through our intertwined fingers. The outdoor skating rink is packed, with families, couples, friends. There are beautiful golden lights hold on top, reflecting on the snow. I see DJ, even though he's pretty covered up, guiding a little boy across the ice. I smile.
"You know how to skate?" I ask Jake, expecting him to say yes, but he doesn't. He just stays quiet and very carefully steps onto the ice. My expression morphs into one of pure joy as I look at my boyfriend.
"Oh my god." I say, delighted, "You don't know how to skate!"
"Don't look so smug." He says, looking slightly embarrassed, "There wasn't anyone to teach me and there's only so much you can learn from online tutorials."
"It's alright," I say, giving him a reassuring smile, "I'll teach you."
He looks at me and I look back at him, his eyes reflecting the lights, his hair moving slightly from the wind, his cheeks slightly pink form the cold. He looks stunning.
"Your nose is pink." He says, breaking the moment. I internally roll my eyes and hold his hand tight. We start slow, skating carefully across the snowy ice. He stumbles, but I grab his other hand and steady him in time. A black skinny boy in a grey hoodie and jeans whizzes past us in a great amount of speed.
"Hey Joel!" I greet. Jake momentarily looks up but then looks down at the ice again as he tries to very slowly not glide- walk over it, clinging to me for dear life. I refrain from telling him that walking on ice is more difficult.
"Hey guys, you made it!" Joel shouts at us and smirks, "Watch this!"
He glides smoothly over the ice, then makes a jump and does a three sixty degree rotate. I raise my eyebrows and awkwardly clap with Jake still clinging onto my arm. Joel looks at us, raising his hands in triumph as he glides backward towards the railing. I widen my eyes.
"Joel-" I start to say but its too late. His ass hits the railing hard and he falls over to the other side into the snow. I look at him in concern while beside me, Jake doubles over with laughter. His body shakes and his laughter stops when his footing slightly slips. I wince as his fingers dig into my skin and he looks down at the ice with wide eyes.
I bark out a laugh and Jake glares at me.
"HAH! KARMA, MOTHERFUCKER." I hear Joel shout. He's up again and panting as he supports himself with the railing.
"Hey Jake!" Says mom, skating past us hand in hand with dad. Dad greets him too. Jake perks up, looking extremely confident for someone who was just about to slip in an ice rink.
"Hello, Mr and Mrs. Parker." He flashes them a million-dollar Jake smile and slightly slips.
"Fu- Crap!" He corrects, steadying himself. I try to stifle a laugh and horribly fail, again while he glares at me, again. I expect a sarcastic, annoyed remark to come out of his mouth, but what does is, "You should laugh more."
There's still a hint of glare on his face. God. I roll my eyes again and am just about to say something back when he kisses me and I waste no time reciprocating it. Everyone keeps skating and talking. Some people probably even notice us but we don't care. We just need each other.
And that's the upside of being a chameleon.
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And that's where we part. Unless you'd like to look at character aesthetics and bonus chapters in the next parts. *Winks*
