Children's love

1 Part

- Yes, you know, the last time I skated was with a small one, three years ago, when they were chasing hockey in the yard. Yes, I definitely forgot how!

Tom somehow copes with the lacing on the worn skates on the sides and straightens up, getting up from the bench.

- I promise I won't laugh! Although, when you taught me to skate in the summer, you laughed so hard when I got up," Helen teases her friend, "let's see!

Girl he steps onto the crystal-white surface of the rink the way they taught in sports school - with the side edge of the blade and without hurrying. Gently chirping, he immediately leans on the side and almost hangs from it.

- Well, are you there soon? - she asks expectantly, involuntarily giggling as Tom tries to stuff the hems of his huge pants into his skates so as not to interfere.

- Yes, right now! I just realized that I had to tuck in my pants first, and then lace them up," Tom sighed in annoyance and plopped back on the bench, starting to unlace everything he had been trying to do for so long before.

-Oh, you, - Helen has to get off the ice and help a friend, - If you wore normal-sized clothes, then this would not be now, - she smiled and loosened the lacing.

- What's wrong with my clothes? Tom frowns amusingly under the black bandage, watching his girlfriend fiddling with the shoelace.

- Yes, three heads will definitely fit into one of your hoods! And in a T-shirt you could easily jump without a parachute!

Helen I didn't see Tom's reaction, but I knew perfectly well that at such moments he was not at all embarrassed or proved the opposite, but shared a pure and sincere laugh with her, because he loved to joke.

- Okay, that's it! - finally lacing Tom's skates and demonstrating the result, the friend got up from her knees, - Heh-heh.

Tom he sat with his head raised, looking at the sky and literally catching snowflakes in his mouth.

Yesterday 's Leipzig. Sparkling and bubbling with life. A December snowball slowly fell on the playground near the skating rink, surrounded by small stalls selling various goodies like mulled wine, croissants and much more. The smell of Christmas tree branches, hot coffee mixed with the spirit of good mood that prevailed here. A skating rink is filled in on the central square every year, where everyone can come to have a good time. Even those who don't know how to skate at all.

- Oh, is that all? Well, lead me," Kaulitz squinted, stretching out his hand.

This a sly smile and the arrogance of a friend amused Helen, awakening a bright light somewhere in the depths of her soul. Taking him by the palm of her hand, she felt a sudden rush of warmth, although it was exactly minus fifteen outside. There were not so many people at the skating rink, which would definitely not complicate their "skating lesson".

- Come in sideways and without sudden movements," Helen tried to warn her friend of a possible fall and squeezed his palm harder at the exit to the ice. Soft. Warm.

It was worth it Tom's legs parted, he almost sat down on the cross twine already at the side. And yet Helen lied, promising not to laugh. She laughed so hard that, probably, even the suburbs heard her laugh literally to tears. Tom tried to drive at least a couple of meters, as the side blade caught a tooth on a hole in the ice, immediately forcing the guy to kiss the slippery surface with his ass. And they didn't care when someone slowly drove by and involuntarily looked back at them - laughing, happy, flushed from the frost. Calm music played in the background, small light bulbs on garlands stretched over the rink illuminated snowflakes swirling in the air.