FIGURE 8 // lumax

dancing queen•*

MAX

I heard a loud tapping at my window that scared the shit out of me, it woke me up.

My room was still dark, but my clock said five thirty am so I peeked out the window to see my best friend Eleanor on the other side.

"Open up!" I heard her muffled voice tell me.

I opened up my window, as she sat on the ground and snuck in.

My room is in the basement, I recently moved down here since we renovated it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the brunette who had just landed on my bed.

"Just making sure your window still worked." She sighed while she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bulky bag onto my clean bedroom floor.

"Jesus it's freezing down here." She complained as she got into my bed.

"Dude, it's five thirty." I told her as she turned on my string lights with the remote sitting on my night table.

"Yeah I know, but we have to be at the rink by seven, so I just thought I come extra early to annoy you and use your makeup." she joked.

"dude, there are thirty minutes left to my alarm. I'm going back to bed." I told the loud brunette as I climbed into the bed with her.

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"Wake up!" I heard in my ear.

"El, your actually here? I thought that was a dream." I grumbled.

"Get up! We have to be at the rink in a hour!" She chirped, climbing over my body.

Once I got up, I showered, put my hair in two french braids and I put some mascara and blush on too.

I slipped on my leggings, and a fitted baby pink zip up.

I looked over at El, who was doing a lot of makeup.

"El, it's just auditions. We have to go in twenty minutes!" I told the brunette.

"Mike is going to be there for hockey!" She told me.

"What?" I asked as I put my skates in my bag.

What does she mean Mike is going to be there for hockey? Hockey is on Wednesdays, not Sundays.

"There was a screw up with the schedule and they are making us share the rink." She shrugged as she rubbed smeared mascara off her cheek.

I just groaned in response and went upstairs to fill up my water bottle and grab me and El a muffin each for breakfast.
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We walked into the cold arena where I could already hear skates scratching on the ice and sticks hitting pucks.

We signed in and walked through the doors where I saw my skating partner Will sitting there waiting for me.

Will has been my skating partner since we were eight, every year we get the chance to change it, but we never do.