And tripple lutz! A swift exit and a little twizzle at the very end. Perfect. This is the jump that I suck at. I'm okay at it; but is okay really okay? I need it to be perfect so I'll practice. Triple lutz. No, wait, double lutz and a half...under rotation. I really need more work on it! I mean, who under rotates?! Oh crap, a child! Wait no...a Childe.
"Scaraboobs, ya almost done? I can't watch you hop and twirl all day." Childe groans. "They're not hops and twirls, they're jumps and spins!" I yell at him from inside the rink. He rolls his eyes and sits down on the bench outside of the rink. "I'm almost done." I add.
I finish my last 10 minutes of ice time by practicing my flying camel spin. They're kinda easy? Hard but easy. That doesn't make sense, but neither does Childe. Wait, why am I so stupid? It's all Childes' fault! He's why I'm so stupid today. My stomach rumbles. Oh, that's why I can't think straight (gay)
I hop of the ice and put my guards on quickly. We walk to the lobby of the ice house and I put my skates and my stuff away. "Finally!" Childe mutters when we head out. "Yeah yeah. I'm hungry. What do you wanna eat?" I ask, annoyed. "Hmmmmmmm...Hmmmmmm!......HMMMMMMM.....HMMMMMMMMMM—" he hums to himself trying to 'think'.
I watch him scratch his head with the most unamused look ever. "We could go for pizza." He offers. "Oh you want sushi? Me too!" I cheer sarcastically, knowing what he said. He doesn't have a choice on weither he goes or not! It's my turn to pick. "What!! You know I can't use chopsticks!!!" He whines. "You're going to have to learn how to use them so you can go on a date with your 'precious geo daddy'" I giggle.
"A-what?! HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE NICKNAME?!!?!!?!" He screams, face red. "I didn't. You just confirmed it." I say smugly. "Grrr!! Fine! You're paying then." He grumbles angrily.
We hop into his car, a luxury Porsche. Yeah, Childe's rich. The problem is, the sushi place I wanna go to is very expensive. I'm a broke college student! I can't afford none that! "But don't you owe me for pretending to drown at the beach so you could impress..." I say. "Don't you say it!" Childe yells. "Your..." I whisper, just enough so he can hear. "Don't you dare!" Childe growls. "Geo daddy~" I moan. He fake punches me and his face turns red. "I'll pay for the sushi if you don't say it again." He bargains. I nod my head in agreement and we head off to get some sushi.
Soon, we arrive to the sushi place. (I can't think of a name for it.) Childe doesn't speak Inazuman, (Idk, the language of Inazuma ig.) so I always have to get us a table. Of course he pays but I do most of the work here! We get seated at our space and have a huge plate of sushi.
"You're doing it wrong! Hold it like this!" I instruct Childe (the idiot) to use chopsticks. "Uuughh it's too hard!" He whines. I sigh and we work together so he can use chopsticks. I'm starting to think it's hopeless.
About a half an hour later, we start to get ready to leave. Expensive tuna sushi...so good. I'm gonna have to make him pay for sushi more often! As we exit, I notice a certain albino-haired boy in the parking lot. What's his name again? I forgot. His ruby red eyes lock with mine for just a split second before I turn my head away awkwardly. He runs over to me and waves his hand at me.
"Hey! You're Scaramouche, right?" He asks after he stops in front of me. "Uh, yeah?" I mumble. "I'm Kadehara Kazuha! I sit next to you in math." He explains. "Oh, alright. Did you need something?" I ask. "I was just wondering if you go here often." He says, motioning to the sushi place. "Well, no, it's very expensive. But I do like sushi." I say. "Not many people eat sushi. Want to be friends?" He asks enthusiastically.
I want to say no, I really do, but my mouth is malfunctioning. "Yeah sure." I reply and he hands me a sticky note with his number on it. "Call me later!" He laughs and runs back to his group of friends on the other side of the parking lot. I get into Childes' car and he gets in the drivers seat next to me. He looks at me and smirks. "I thought the prestigious Scaramouchie didn't need friends?" He teases. "I don't. He's not a friend, he just randomly gave me his number, that's all." I respond coolly.
Why did I let him give me his number? Why did I say yes to being friends? It's not like I'll ever call him. His smile was nice though. Kinda. Never mind, I didn't like his smile one bit. It's just the moving of muscles in your mouth that bares his perfect teeth, his cute little dimples, his...I ate too much sushi! I need a nap.
The car ride to the dorms is quiet. Childe doesn't use a dorm, he has a fancy apartment across the street that has fancy hedges in the front and a guard outside. I've never seen something so extra! Especially since his window is right across from mine, I can't get any sleep when he flashes his flashlight through my window. The nerve!
"Alrighty comrade, you can get out now!" He says trying to get me out of my deep thought. "Oh yeah." I reply dryly and exit the car and he drives off, probably to go visit his "true love" or something. Even though true love doesn't exist, I do sometimes wish it did. Then I could meet someone...someone sweet. Oh, the sticky note is still in my pocket. I could call him. It's not too late! Right? I'm just so tired so I need someone to talk to.
I hesitantly type in the number and call him. The phone rings four times before he picks up. "Hello?" His sweet honey voice calls out. "It's me. Scaramouche." I remind. "Oh! Hi Scaramouche!" He greets cheerfully. How can someone be so sweet to me? "Hi." I mumble dryly. "How are you?" He asks. "I'm fine. How are you?" I question. Why is everything I say so boring?
He then proceeds to tell me about his day and all the interesting things that have happened. His voice is so soothing. It makes me ready to sleep, but in a good way. Not in the "I'm so bored I'm not gonna listen, I'm just gonna fall asleep" way. It's the "your voice calms me so much, it's so sweet I could fall asleep listening to it" way.
Eventually, we had been talking for four whole hours and it's past midnight. We hop off the call and I go to bed. Unfortunately, I'm sad when we have to stop talking to each other. It's so fun to listen to him. My heart beats already for his voice! It's not normal. It will never be normal. I hate it, but it's just so nice. I kinda like this feeling. It's so sweet, so so sweet.
The whole time I'm trying to sleep, I just imagine us cuddling. Somethings wrong with me. Something wrong, so wrong, but so sweet.
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