Dancing On Ice

Jelly Kitty

Austin's POV

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Alan was not happy with me when I went to his house to pick him up. He was frowning at me when he'd opened the door.

"Dude? What the fuck? Why weren't you in English or science?" Alan asked me. We were walking out of his house on the way to the beach.

"I was hanging out with Kellin." I told him. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, what about me? Why didn't you ask me if I wanted to skip?"

"Because Kellin had invited me to skip. It wasn't my place to just invite you."

"Fine. Whatever. We're not even going to talk about him."

"Alan, you can't seriously be mad with me for hanging out with him."

"And why the hell not?" He asked, spinning on his heels to face me. I sighed, glancing around. There were people glancing over their shoulders at us.

"Alan, calm down." I said calmly to him.

"Why can't I be mad, Austin?" He repeated to me.

"Because, we're not...it's not like I'm flaunting the guy in front of you or something. We're just friends." I said, not being able to bring myself to remind him that we weren't together. He sighed and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me through a crowd of people, to a spot on the boardwalk away from people.

"Austin, you obviously know I still have feelings for you." He looked away from me for a second. "I'm sorry for acting like a jealous ex. But it just hurts to see you with him."

"It's okay, Alan. I understand. I'm really trying to not hurt you." I told him softly. I really didn't want to hurt Alan, he didn't deserve to be hurt, especially by me. I sighed lightly. "C'mon, we can ride the merry-go-round."

Hours later, Alan and I were walking to his house, a huge stuffed orange cat under his arm. I had laughed when he'd chosen it for a prize. I'd won it for him at a booth where you had to knock down a pyramid of tin cans with a baseball. Glancing over at him, even though it was starting to get dark out, I could see the grin on his face.

Of course I missed being with Alan. Me and him just got each other so easily. The main reason we broke up was because, our relationship had started to feel like a friendship. Me and Alan had been best friends for years. When we took the next step and became official, not a lot changed. The air wasn't more romantic. We could kiss and such, but other than that, we still did the same things together. So I broke it off with him, telling him it'd be better if we just went back to being friends. He said he understood and agreed. I knew he didn't agree with me, and if it were up to him, we'd still be together. And don't get me wrong, we'd be happy together. But I just saw him as my best friend, nothing more.

"Did you have fun?" I asked him. He nodded, the grin widening just a tad.

"Yeah, thanks, Austin. I missed hanging out with you." He told me, he reached over and placed his hand on my arm, squeezing my arm lightly.

"But we hang out like all the time." I told him. He shrugged.

"I know, but you seem different." He muttered. "As if you're far off somewhere all the time."

"You're just saying that."

"No, it's true. The other day Tino asked me if you were okay and I told him I didn't know." He turned to me. "Are you okay, Austin? Because you know you can tell me anything."

"I'm good, dude. I've been really good, okay? You and Tino shouldn't be worried about me." I was lying. I'd been a wreck. The only time I was able to truly smile was when I'd been with Kellin. I'd been spending far too much time in my head, and people were starting to notice.