Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 25

(Diego's POV)

I don't like spending time with my sister. She's always been such a favorite from my parents. I think the problem is that my parents basically decided the life she'd live before she was even born. Lucky to them, she didn't have much of a problem with that.

They tried the same with me, wanting me to pursue a certain career, wanting me to go to a school that's heavier in American Football instead of hockey. My parents don't hate me, they just see me as difficult. Which is just another reason why I don't want them to know that I'm dating a guy.

But today my sister, Annamarie, decided to drag me along with her to go shopping. For her wedding. She found a guy that'll marry her somewhere, and now she's getting me involved. I hate it because it brings up the conversation of relationships. Like my parents asking me when I'll get a girlfriend and what not.

I don't understand why they can't just leave me alone when it comes to things like this. I'd much rather be spending the day with Mason. Yet here I am, walking through a shopping mall with my sister.

"Oh, what about the cake, Diego? What flavors do you think would be good for a wedding?" She asks me, nudging me with her elbow. I scoff at her and push her arm away before answering. "I don't know, just pick a flavor you both like."

"Ugh, you suck at this. What if someone is allergic to the flavor we get?" She complains to me. I try to be civil with her though, I know she's probably stressed from all of this. "Then they don't get any cake." I shrug.

We make our way into another store, looking at a variety of shoes now. "So, I think I'll wear heels for the ceremony, then put on more comfortable shoes after." "Will the heels even be visible from the dress you'll wear?" I turn to her, an annoyed look on my face.

She hits me on the back of the head lightly in response. "Idiot, it's the thought that counts." She tells me as she walks along the aisles of shoes, looking for the perfect pair to complement her dress.

A certain heel catches my eye and I stop to look at it. The top of it is completely bedazzled in rhinestones, meant to look like diamonds, I think. The leather looks soft, a standard cream color. It reminds me a bit of what Mason's going to wear for his skating performance, I know the sleeves look a bit like that.

Annamarie stops her search, noticing I had paused to look at this particular one. "Oh, you like this one? It must have slipped by me, you've got a good eye, Diego." She says as she approaches me, looking at the shoe. She kneels down to look at the boxes with the shoes, mumbling to herself about whether they have it in her size or not.

Then she finds one, grabbing the box and handing it to me to carry. "You're getting these ones?" I ask as I look down at the box, surprised she picked the one I looked at. She nods her head and turns around, making her way towards a different aisle. "Why are you still looking around then?" I ponder as I follow along with her.

"I have to get you some shoes, you don't have many formal ones, I've noticed." She says to me, side eyeing the sneakers on my feet. I scoff but don't say anything in retaliation, knowing she's right.

She reaches an aisle with a number of different colored loafers among the shelves. Annamarie and I observe them, seeing which ones I'd look best in. She ended up picking just some regular black ones, making me carry them to the register.

After that, we went around to other stores, buying everything my sister thought necessary for her wedding. My dad had given her a set budget, but it was a pretty high one so she could get almost anything she wanted. At least we got lunch in the mall cafeteria, walking all around a mall can be pretty tiring so I'm glad we got to eat.

Then we went home, I was finally free from my sisters pestering. She gave me the bag of all the things she bought for me, taking the many other bags of the things for herself. I just went up to my room, sitting on the floor and pulling out the shoes I'd gotten.

I opened the box to look at the loafers. A dark, glossy leather, shimmering in the light as I lifted them out. I took off the current shoes I'd been wearing, replacing them with the more fancy ones. I stood up, shifting my weight from each foot, they seem pretty comfortable. At least comfortable enough to get me through a whole wedding.

I have a suit picked out and everything, these shoes are just the finishing touch. I do have one other concern though, one I deem the most important. Annamarie's wedding is pretty close to the day of Mason's competitions. Her weddings on the night he does the pairs and the day after is the single.

I still have to talk to him about that, I have to know the times just in case they overlap. But until then, I just want to admire these new shoes. They're very nice, and look a lot like the ones my dad wears to work. These shoes are nice, but not really my style, so I'll probably only ever wear them to special events.

I nod my head to myself and sit back down to take them off, pulling out my phone in the process. I get them fully off, placing them back in the box and putting it on a high shelf in my closet. All safe and sound. Then I sit on my bed, finally texting Mason for the day.

...

To Mi Amor❤:
Massypoo.

From Mi Amor❤:
Ya wassup?

To:
What time is the competitions? On both days???

From:
Around 6, it'll last probably until 8

To:
Okay cool 👍 thanks baby 😘
Also do I need to wear something formal?

From:
Sure, if you want to.
You don't have to though.

To:
Alrighty, thanks again ❤❤

From:
❤❤❤🍑🍑

...

I love texting Mason, he's always so nice and mysterious to me. Sometimes he answers my texts in such a normal way, other times he's very coy. I love it most when he sends me random selfies, they're always so cute and unexpected. Especially when he's half naked in the pictures.