BFDI AND II ONESHOT BOOK!

Penraser - Woodblock - SnowFries: Ice Skating

The boys head out to spend the afternoon ice skating together. Eraser quickly discovers he has absolutely no idea how to skate, spending more time slipping and grabbing onto the railing than actually moving. Pen ends up taking it upon himself to teach him, patiently guiding him across the ice while trying not to laugh every time Eraser nearly wipes out. Meanwhile, Snowball and Fries find themselves stuck in an awkward limbo, neither quite sure where their relationship stands. Between hesitant conversations and lingering glances, the two struggle to figure out what exactly they mean to each other. On the other hand, Woody and Blocky are having the time of their lives.

Author notes: It's kinda short, and honestly just very cliche, just something very simple, hopefully you still like it.

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"Seriously, this is going to be awesome! I'm so glad you guys agreed to this little double date. Ice skating is the best!" Pen cheered from behind the wheel.

His seven-seater was packed. Eraser sat in the passenger seat beside him. Behind them were Blocky, Woody, and Snowball, while Fries occupied the very back row.

Snowball raised an eyebrow. "It's not really a double date if Fries and I aren't dating. Also, wouldn't it be a triple date?"

"Uhh..." Pen glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Last time I checked, you two went home together after that night and have basically been attached at the hip ever since. Sounds like dating to me."

"Pfft. Can't two guys just be friends?" Snowball crossed his arms. "Nothing even happened."

Technically, that wasn't entirely true. Fries had gone back to Snowball's place that night. One thing had led to another, they'd spent a while making out, and then... nothing. They'd called it a night and never talked about it again. That was the problem. Neither of them had brought it up once.

They still hung out constantly. Still texted. Still spent time together. But the kiss existed in this weird limbo that neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge. Snowball had no clue where Fries stood on the whole thing. Part of him wondered if it had just been a one-time mistake.

"Yeah, you two were super gay that night." Blocky snickered, reaching forward to poke Snowball in the cheek.

"Shut up."

Woody quietly laughed beside him.

"Anyway!" Pen interrupted before Snowball could throw something. "I just thought it'd be a fun group thing regardless. Do any of you actually know how to skate?"

"Uh... no." Eraser laughed nervously. "Can't be that hard though, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Snowball answered.

Woody nodded. Blocky flashed a thumbs up.

Fries barely looked up from his phone. "Probably."

"Perfect." Pen grinned. "And if you suck, Eraser, I'll teach you."

"Wow. Thanks for the confidence."

"You're welcome."

A few minutes later Pen pulled into the skating center parking lot.

Everyone piled out of the car, stretching after the drive. Pen folded the back seats forward so Fries could climb out, still staring at his phone.

Inside, the rink buzzed with music and chatter. They collected their skates, found their sizes, and sat down to lace up. Employees gave a quick explanation of how everything worked while they tightened straps and buckles.

Soon enough they were making their way toward the ice. Pen stepped onto the rink effortlessly, gliding forward like he'd done this a hundred times.

Eraser stepped onto the ice and immediately grabbed the railing with both hands.