Dancing in the moonlight: (KowalskixKingJulien) requested by LulaPanda

Chapter 5

Once Kowalski and Private got to the house, they opened the door and walked right into their older brother Skipper, who was as strict-looking as an old-fashioned school teacher.

"Private!" Skipper shouted, with a disapproving tone in his voice.

After noticing that Private didn't come home as scheduled.

"Y..yes sir!" Private yelped out in a jolt while saluting his brother.

"Why weren't you home at approximately 4:00 pm, today?" Skipper asked his younger brother.

"I...Uh..." Private mumbled out, scared to come up with a good excuse.

But thankfully, Kowalski was able to save him from the trouble.

"It's okay Skipper, he was with me. I had to tend to a new patient outside of work today, who happened to be his best friend's brother. And we just lost track of time, that's all." Kowalski explained as Skipper begins to change expressions, once he finally understood the situation and apologized.

"Oh, okay. Well, *ahem. I do apologize for my abrupt behavior, so you may be dismissed. Get to your room pronto and make sure that you're all caught up with your school work. Then we'll go over your military training for the day before you head to sleep tonight." Skipper instructed to Private.

"Aye, aye! Skipper!" Private while saluting his brother again before leaving quickly to his room and shuts the door behind him.

With Kowalski shaking his head at his brother's ridiculous antics.

"You know, you can start being a little less harsh with the kid, Skipper. He's almost 18. Sooner or later he'll be wanting to go to college that might end up being far away from all of us." Kowalski reminded him.

"I realize that. But if he does leave for college, who will help watch the post and protect our base, when he's gone?" Skipper asked Kowalski, who immediately pinched his nose in annoyance.

"Skipper, have you forgotten that Private is not even planning to go into any ROTC program or even signing up military army, for that matter. You have to understand that he is going to major in fine arts. That was his career plan from the start. He told me himself, a couple of weeks ago once both him and his friend were accepted into the Juilliard school." Kowalski informed him, thinking about how it's going to be hard for all of them when their little brother finally grows up and goes out into a world on his own.

"Oh....well it's not that surprising. Seeing how you were the one who was getting yourself into that so-called choir class with that ridiculous voice of yours. I mean honestly, it sounded like a bunch of whales having a heart attack on the ocean floor." Skipper remarked very rudely, probably because he's upset about the fact that everyone but him wants to stick to the heart and soul into the military world.

Even Rico decided to be a stunt man himself rather than an army explosives specialist when he developed his love for acting 2 years ago at an undergraduate theatre class.

"Yes, I did. But that was because you insisted that I try something new. Anyways, there's something that I have to tell you and it's really important so I need you to listen very closely to me. Because I know that you tend to tune out my words so easily." Kowalski said, rolling his eyes.

"Is it worse then Private's decision to major in a less modern soldier career path?" Skipper asked sarcastically.

"Skipper!" Kowalski scorned at him, sternly.

"Okay, geez. I'll drop the subject. I'm sure the kid will do fine on his own, anyhow. So, what is it that you want to tell me?" Skipper asked before Kowalski then explains to him about his new skating schedule and the opportunity of a lifetime to take a trip up to The Olympics competition until Skipper suddenly reacts to it like an explosive bomb on the loose!

"What?! So, you're telling me that you want to put all that hard work on hold just so you can dance around in a fancy girl suit?" Skipper asked, referring to the sparkly skating uniforms that are usually worn during the Olympics.

"Okay, first off it's called figure skating. And second, I never once remembered you mocking me about it either when I did this years ago." Kowalski said in a serious tone, crossing his arms, annoyed.

"That's because you were young and figuring things out on your own. But now time has passed and you're a doctor with an advanced career, who have not once placed one pair of those blade filled shoes in years. How do you expect to compete in the Olympics at this day of age?" Skipper asked, bewildered by his brother's last-minute choice.

"With precise practice, anything is possible. Besides, I already promised him that I would help him out and that's exactly what I intend to do." Kowalski said, determinedly.

"Who?" Skipper asked, blank-minded.

"Ugh. You didn't even hear half of what I just said. That's very typical of you." Kowalski said, shaking his head, irritated.

"That's only because half of the stuff you say is a load of garbage." Skipper pointed out.

"Whatever. Support me or not. I'm going to take a shower, so if you excuse me." Kowalski said as he walks over to their shared bathroom to wash up before getting a small portion dinner and rests on his bunk bed to sleep.

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The next morning, at around 5:30 am, Kowalski got up from his bed quietly, so that he wouldn't disturb his sleeping brothers from the noise, and drives on over to the ice rink area with a quick grab of food on the way.

Despite being real early, he figured that he can get a head start with adjusting to his old pair of skates so that at around the time of 7 am, he can get straight to work with Julian.

Once he arrived to the rink, he puts on his skates and slowly eases his way to the middle of the ice rink.

At first, he was getting a loose grip on both of his feet.

Since the ankles tend to wobble and lean onto one side from a lack of practice.

But thankfully, after some time, he had his feet balanced evenly and proceeds to do a couple of old tricks for a fresh start.

One of which, was a simple one-spin axel jump before sliding his feet in a circle-like motion and glides smoothly around the rink.

Afterwards, he tried small loop jumps and easy twizzles (fast paced spins with the arms and legs held close together) before finally taking a moment to breathe.

Not realizing that someone from behind was watching all of the performance.

"Wow, not bad. Those are some real impressive moves there, Doctor." Julian complimented with a smile and his arms held onto support from the crutches as Kowalski then turns around to see him and smiled back.

"Morning, Julien. How's the ankle doing?" Kowalski asked.

"It's doing much better, thanks. So, what tricks do you think we should go over first?" Julian asked, curiously.

"I think you should take it easy with that ankle there and rest for the day." Kowalski advised.

"What? Then how am I supposed to practice?" Julian asked, confused.

"Don't worry about missing a day. I'm just warming up for now. After tomorrow, if there's no swelling or further muscle strain on your injury, then we can practice together." Kowalski explained to him.

"Oh okay, then. I guess I can just watch you from here. But, seems to me that you are pretty good at this stuff for a doctor." Julian stated, impressed before taking a seat somewhere near the rim of the rink.

"Yeah, it's a long story." Kowalski said, rubbing his neck, embarrassed.

"Well, when you need a break later, you can tell me all about it with a cup of coffee from Starbucks." Julian offered.

"Sure. That'll be great, but I can't talk for too long though. I have appointments at work around 10 am today." Kowalski said as he spent the next hour or so, skating out his moves and other small beginner tricks before taking a rest and joins with Julian over for a coffee break.

Where the two are taking the time to get to know each other.

Both with many common similarities in mind.