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ice skating mishaps 🌸

Hope everyone's doing well!!! Here's another imagine. Also, I know that I have a couple of requests from literally months ago, and I promise that I'm working on them, I just don't want to write a request for someone that's bad 😭. Anyway, here's this in the meantime. I hope you enjoy!

y/n: your name

l/n: your last name

c/n: crush's name

c/l/n: crush's last name

h/c: your hair color

e/c: your eye color

s/c: your skin color

c/h/c: crush's hair color

c/e/c: crush's eye color

c/s/c: crush's skin color

b/f/n: best friend's name

b/f/l/n: best friend's last name

"Come onnnn," b/f/n begs, grabbing your hand. "Everyone is going to be there."

"Yeah, exactly," you say. "I don't need everyone watching as I fall on my ass."

"Everyone's going to be doing that! It's ice skating," she argues. (Sorry if you're good at ice skating 😭).

"Ughhh," you groan. B/f/n looks at you with pleading eyes. "Fine," you mutter, giving in. You roll your eyes as she squeals and jumps around.

"You're not going to regret this, y/n," she promises.

"We'll see," you say back, fighting a laugh.

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The dreaded day of going ice skating with b/f/n arrives. You bundle up in thick pants and a jacket, then meet b/f/n outside. You get into her car and sigh.

"It'll be fun," she says, giving you a smile.

"If getting carried away on a stretcher in front of the entire school is fun, then I agree," you say back.

"You're so dramatic," b/f/n says, laughing.

"You'll be crying when I don't make it out of that rink."

You two make it to the ice skating rink and head inside. You rent your skates and enter the room with the rink. Immediately, a strong chill assaults you, and you shift in place a little bit.

"Are you ready?" b/f/n asks, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the entrance to the rink.

"No," you say, but b/f/n doesn't seem to care. She drags you onto the ice, and soon, you're clutching the walls of the rink, trying to maintain your balance.

B/f/n's already skating around, graceful as a swan. She skates back up to you and grins. "You have to let go of the wall eventually."

You grit your teeth. "I can't..." And then a familiar voice hits your ears. You turn your head in its direction.

C/n and a group of his friends are heading onto the rink. You watch as they glide fearlessly across the ice, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

"Fuck," you hiss.

"What?" b/f/n asks.

"C/n is here. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of him."