With You, I'm Home

Are You Watching Me?

I didn't got back to skate for a while after that. Three weeks, though it felt like longer than that to me.

Shoresy's multiple appearances on the ice in the middle of the night made it think that it wouldn't be the last time that I ran into him. So I simply decided not to go.

The only downside, was since I hadn't really gotten out of the house in that time, it felt like I was going insane. 

Usually, I didn't really mind staying at home a majority of the time; but I had always had mom here with me to keep me company. It had now been a little over a month that she had been gone, and sitting here alone was killing me. How did we ever just sit here like this- and better yet why?

I faintly remember being out and about in town almost constantly when I was little. It's how I had met Katy and we became friends. She then introduced me to her older brother, Wayne. 

Today, I was taking a different approach. Instead of going in the middle of the night I went after supper. The sun had still been pretty high in the sky on my way here, but there hadn't been many people in the area that I noticed.

As soon as I stepped out onto the ice, I felt more relaxed than I had in the past three weeks. 

Taking a deep breath, I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The music blasting through my headphones made me feel calm, and I found myself moving and skating along to the beat of the music.

I came to the bend of the rink just as I opened my eyes. In rounding that curve, it almost didn't surprise me to see someone now standing on the ice in front of me. His silhouette  had come to be familiar to me. I didn't stop skating, but did reach up to take the headphones from my ears as I approached him.

His arms were hanging down by his sides, though his hands were balled into fists. His shaggy brown hair was wet, like he had just gotten out of the shower, but was pushed back away from his face and being held there with a hat. He had on jeans and a grey hoodie.And when I came to a stop in front of him, he smiled ever so slightly. 

"Are you watching me?" I asked, looking up at him. "Was wondering if I'd see you here." Was all he said in response. I moved forward, closer towards him, ever so slightly. "So you been thinking about me?"

This time he gave no response. Instead he just moved towards me, this time closing off any space that had previously been left between us and left us standing chest to chest. Well as much as we could be with how much taller than me he was. My breath got caught in my throat as I looked at him, and looked in his eyes. 

"Shore-" 

My words were cut off as he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss I had run away from three weeks ago- this time I wasn't running. Instead, I leaned into him, reaching up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

After that I went back every night.

Hearing someone banging on the door, I groaned. "Shoresy." I mumbled. When he didn't wake up, I reached out and shoved his shoulders, "Shoresy, get the fuck up." 

Still he didn't wake up. What he did instead, was roll over and throw his arm over my torso. How this man was always able to sleep through anything I would never know- and forever be jealous of that fact. 

Hearing whoever it was start banging on the door once more, I threw the blankets away from my body before climbing out of the bed. The cold air against my bare skin was more than enough to wake me up. Grabbing one of Shoresy's shirts from the clean hamper, I pulled the black, long sleeve shirt onto my body. It was only once it was on that I realized that it was the shirt he usually wore when practicing.