Dancing On Ice

Surprise Hugs

Kellin's POV

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Me and Austin sat in the middle of that field for the entire ninety minutes we would have spent in English. I liked Austin, he was really nice, but I think I was the only one that ever saw him with a frown on his face. We both knew the bell was gonna ring soon, but neither of us made a move to even try to go to our last class of the day.

"Do you believe in God?" Austin asked me. I was lying on my stomach, twirling a blade of glass between my fingers. I looked up at him. He was lying on his side, a slight frown on his face and was staring at the ground beneath us.

"Yeah, I mean. Kinda. Like, I believe but at the same time, I don't." I shrugged. "Do you?"

"Yeah. I do. I used to attend church with my family and.." He looked at me. "Mind if I tell you a story?" I smiled a little at him.

"No, go ahead." I told him. He grinned a little and looked away from me.

"When I was younger, like in elementary school, me and my family still attended church like every Sunday. But, I remember, every, Christmas, the choir would have a special performance. And only one kid in the whole church got to sing a solo with the choir. I had wanted to be that kid so bad. I'd auditioned for four straight years, and never got it. I was too quiet. Too off beat. Too something." He sighed a little. "Then, my seventh grade year, I tried again. But I had recently gotten really into heavy metal, and when I tried out, I didn't sing the lyrics, I screamed them." He laughed a little, a nostalgic grin on his face. "Ah, those church women's reactions were legendary. They talked to my mom and she said to me, 'Not everyone enjoys the same things as you, Austin.'. Now, of course, I knew that. So I re-auditioned, and still didn't get the part.

"So, that Christmas, I got to do my own version of the song they performed for my parents. They filmed it and sent it to my grandparents, and I remember that being one of the best days of my life. I'd finally gotten to have the solo I'd always wanted and I'd gotten to feel like a real rockstar." Austin looked at me. "The end."

"That's cute." I said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, I like to think I was a cute kid."

"You probably were."

"Ha, yeah, and then I grew up."

"And you're still cute." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. I felt my face burn and I looked at the grass, suddenly very intrigued by it.

"What?" He asked me, a smirk in his voice. I groaned.

"I just said that. I just fucking said that." I repeated over and over. How could I be so stupid and say that? What was wrong with me? I couldn't just say those sort of things to people, especially not Austin. "Ugh, I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid."

"No, you're not stupid." He chuckled a little. "C'mon, it's okay. I think you're cute too." I looked up at him, breaking my gaze from the grass.

"You know what? I think we should start going to our next class." I started to stand up and Austin pouted at me.

"But, I don't wanna." He whined. He was just too adorable sometimes. No..adorable? No, I couldn't think that of Austin, because we were just...friends? Friends. And besides, I couldn't get close to anyone, because that would make it harder to leave. And I couldn't let anything get in the way of my leaving.

"C'mon, Austin, we have to go to our last class. Unless you wanna sit out here and burn up for another ninety minutes?" I asked him. He thought for a second.

"Yeah, I do wanna burn our here for another ninety minutes." He paused. "No, actually, there's a big tree in the middle of the courtyard, let's go sit in that tree."