The Story of Us - Quinn Fabray

Mr. and Mrs. Hargrave

Lucy's melodious voice resonated within the cavernous ice rink as she called out to her best friend. The midsummer sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the glistening surface and the air was filled with the occasionally soft scrape of blades against the frozen expanse. His eyes, the color of amber, met hers as she watched him with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

A radiant smile played on the boy's lips as he glided effortlessly towards her. His movements were a seamless dance on the ice, a testament to the countless hours he had spent honing his skills. "Will you ever get off those skates?" Her voice carried a teasing tone, but there was affection in her eyes.

Isaac's boyish grin widened. "You know I won't, Princess," he replied, his voice laced with warmth. The sunlight caught the edges of his disheveled brown hair as he came to a graceful stop beside her. "Why would I when it gives me the perfect excuse to sweep you off your feet?"

A soft giggle escaped Lucy's lips as she carefully navigated the icy surface, her steps cautious yet graceful. The boy, now by her side, skated close enough to ensure she wouldn't slip.

"I swear you spend more time on those skates than walking,"

"I'm going to see you this afternoon, what are you doing here, Luce?" Isaac's genuine curiosity shone in his expressive eyes as he awaited her response.

Lucy grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I guess I'll go then, huh?" She feigned a departure, but quick on his skates, he swooped in, his strong arms enveloping her in a tender embrace, lifting her off the ground effortlessly as laughter bubbled between them.

"Isaac, put me down. We're going to fall," she protested, her laughter bubbling up as she clung to him for dear life.

"I would never let anything happen to you," He reassured, his eyes fixed on the girl with unwavering devotion. With gentle care, he lowered her back to the ice, their skates creating a delicate melody as they touched the surface.

Isaac flashed her another warm smile. "Let me get changed, and I'll buy you a chocolate milkshake at Toussaint's."

The hockey player eased himself into a bench as he began the meticulous task of unlacing his skates. Lucy, a step away, watched him with a fond smile, the dazzling midsummer sunlight casting a warm glow on her features. As he transitioned from the hockey attire to a more casual ensemble, the girls' eyes caught the intricate details of his actions—the careful removal of each lace, the deliberate choice of white Chuck Taylors, and the effortless slinging of his training backpack over one broad shoulder.

Isaac extended a calloused hand towards Lucy. She accepted it, their fingers intertwining effortlessly as they ventured out. The sun hung high in the late July sky, casting a warm glow over Fairbrook, the heat clinging to them like a familiar companion.

Lucy observed Isaac, her gaze lingering on the subtle movements beneath the bill of his cap. Shielding his eyes from the relentless sun, he looked every bit the quintessential athlete—confident, composed, and undeniably attractive. Lucy couldn't help but recall the hushed whispers of her schoolmates, affirming what she already knew—Isaac Hargrave was undeniably handsome.

A year ago, Lucy's feelings for Isaac had blossomed into something more than friendship. Their history traced back to elementary school, when Isaac stood up for her after a boy stole her lunchbox and her best friend hit him. He had promised to protect her, a promise had endured through the years.

Isaac's hazel eyes, framed by the cap's shadow, exuded warmth and kindness. His perpetual smile mirrored the golden retriever she often likened him to. He was friendly with everyone, always cracking jokes that made her laugh and ready to fight anyone who messed with her, especially those who called her 'Lucy Caboosey' only deepened her affection.