Nobody's Hero

Ice Skating, Starbucks and Netflix

|Ariel's POV|

"I can't skate!" I yell at Andy across the ice. He was skating around, I'm just sitting in the snow. Yup, it decided to snow today, lots of it too. "I'll help you," he laughs, "come on." "I'm gonna break my ass bones!" I exclaim. "It's easy!" He shouts to me, spinning in circles. "Easy for you to say, you play hockey! Show off!"

He skids to me, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet swiftly. "Hold my arm and I'll help you," he tells me. I do what I'm told and and clutch his bicep. The hoodie and heavy jacket I'm wearing is rubbing against my burns and it hurts like a bitch. But I did it to myself. He starts to skate slowly, so I have no choice but to do it too.

Wow, I'm actually doing it. "There you go," Andy chuckles, "nice and easy. Wouldn't want you to break those precious ass bones." "Fuck you," I laugh, he does too. After a minute, he goes a little faster. So I do too. "It's kinda like roller skating, your feet are gonna drift apart, so you're gonna have to keep pushing them together," he directs me. "I don't know how to roller skate. I got fired from Sonics because I crashed into the back of someone's car!" I exclaim. Then he starts to laugh his ass off. "It's not funny! I mad a dent with my knee so I had to pay for it!" He only laughs harder. You know what, fuck this.

I let go of him and I start to skate by myself. I'm doing good. He's right, your feet do tend to drift apart, so I pull them together as I go. "You're doing great!" He yells to me. I smile to myself. Then I feel him grab my gloved hand, skating along with me. "Try to go faster," he suggests. So I do. Just a tiny bit though. After about ten minutes, we were both going as fast as we can around the frozen lake. He looks like a pro skating around. I look like I might fall every second, but I'm getting the hang of it-- slowly but surely.

He was in front of me, then all of a sudden she stops. I couldn't stop. "Andy!" I scream. He turns around and his eyes widen. "Move! Hurry!" I yell at him. He doesn't budge. Instead, I run into him, knocking him over and landing on top of him. We both grunt as we hit the ground. My head was buried in his shoulder so I lift my head up. We both look at each other, then start laughing. "Watch where you're going!" He playfully yells. "I told you to move!" I shouted. He smiles, "I know. But why would I do that when I could do this?" Then he attaches his lips to mine. I lay on top of him as he wraps his arms around my waist, and my hands cup his face.

This kiss was amazing. Then we both had to pull away, because we couldn't breathe. After we grabbed some air, we just look at each other. He's blushing! "Mr Biersack are you blushing..?" I tease him, pinching his rib cage. "No," he snaps, starting to get up. He helps me to my feet. "Mhmm," I say. "Shut up," he groans. Then we go sit on a bench.

This was perfect. Andy's the sweetest man I've ever met. "Hey Ar-Ariel?" He says. "Yeah?" I look at him. He was fiddling with his fingers, looking out on the frozen lake. "I was w-won-wondering if you wanted to b-be my, g-girlfriend?" He blurted out, his teeth chattering. I can feel my face light on fire. I hope he doesn't look at me because I probably look like a tomato. I can't believe he wants me! Me?!

"I'd love t-to," I chatter. It's getting colder. He looks at me, crap. "Really?" I nod my head. He just puts his hand on my cheek, kissing me again. I kiss back almost immediately. He's really great at this. "Wanna go grab s-some coffee or s-something?" I ask him. He nods, "Definitely."

Once we make it to Starbucks, we rush inside. Oh my lord it's so warm in here! There were about three people in here already. "Order your coffee," I tell him. "You aren't getting any?" He asks. I shake my head, "I'm not a fan of coffee." "Then why'd you suggest coming here?" He asks me. I shrug, "I figured you'd like coffee. Don't worry about it, I'll get a hot chocolate."

After we get our drinks and sit down, we start to talk. "Ari," he says. I look up at him. He swallows a drink and continues, "Who was that really in that picture in your room?" Man. I don't say anything at first. "If it's personal, I understand. Don't let me barge in your personal life," he says quickly. I shake my head. "It's fine, I'll tell you," I take a deep breath. I honestly don't know how I'm trusting him like this. I have trust issues and here I am, about to tell him everything. I want to though. "Her name was Cassidy. She was my older sister. Well, let's start off here...."