True (Avicii)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Tim's pov
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My fingers grasped my keys out of their place and slid them into my pocket.

The neon was bright as it read the name of the ice rink. I wasn't much for ice skating, but at least it was out of the house. I could see Porter outside, from looks he looked to be on his phone. I watched him nod and shake his head from a distance as I walked toward the door of the rink. He finally hung up as I got to the door.

"Hey, man, what's up?" I asked calmly, trying desperately to figure out I'd he was okay or not. I've noticed by now that Porter is a very sensitive guy, except he doesn't really like to share his feelings.

"I'm fine, Tim, thanks." he looked down as if trying to hide his face as he walked in before I did.

I then gave up. Everyone in our group knows by now, if Porter won't tell you now, it sure as hell won't be later either.

The whole place was not silent one bit. There was a dj blaring music if today's hits, then add the screaming and singing along from the ton of people here.

My eyes scanned around, trying to find Anton, but he was no where to be found.

"Where's Anton?" I asked Porter who was sitting down now in a table. "He might be on the ice, I'm not sure." Porter's answer sounded glum, as he looked.

"Okay, seriously man, tell me what's wrong." I sat next to Porter and waited for his reply. I desperately needed to know, I care.

"Nothing, just go skate." of course the smell of rejection.

"Fine." I finally gave in. I knew better than to ask again, but I would've thought of an answer by now. More than just 'I'm fine' when he's obviously not. That's a straight up lie. But I guess that's how Porter is.

I walked over the the rink and then saw Anton, skating and doing as many tricks as possible. He was just amazing. After watching for a few minutes I walked over to rent a pair of skates. I handed the man the money and my shoes, while he handed me a pair of skates my size.

I knew it would take me forever to get them on, but I sat down and slid my foot in anyway. It actually wasn't that bad tying them, easy to be exact.

Therefore it didn't take long before I stood up and tried my hardest to get over to the rink. I hadn't ice skated in probably over five years, which makes me feel old oddly. I was careful not to hurt myself as I slowly slid along on the ice next to people who were doing all these tricks and knew what they were doing. I probably looked out of place.

Anton slowed next to me as he noticed me. "Hey, Tim, you made it!" he smiled. I just nodded and tried desperately to keep my steady balance. That's when Anton stepped in and tried to show me how I'm supposed to skate.

Apparently if you go slower, you have a more likely chance to fall than if you are going fast. You have to glide your feet steadily and try not to pick them up as much. As he finished, I tried doing that, and it didn't really work.

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After a while, I decided I was absolutely done. My feet hurt horribly from the right gut wrenching skates on my feet.

I untied and slid them back off and headed toward the rental desk. They took my skates, sprayed them, then handed me my shoes back in the same ratty position as before I handed them over.

As I noticed Porter, still looking a little glum, I walked over to try again. It probably won't work, but a man can try, right?

"Porter, are you sure you are okay, your expression hasn't changed all night." I pleaded in my mind for an answer. I needed it from him. Besides, I might understand, he doesn't know.

"You really want to know, huh?" he chuckled, which startled me a bit.

"Y-Yeah," I stumbled for words. "I do."

"Lets step outside." His fingers motioned me to get up and I did so.

I followed him out the door and his body leaned on the outside wall of the building. He knew I couldn't keep my patient long as he just stood there acting like this was nothing. But it was something, I was desperate for answers. I need them.

"I found out I was two-timed." Was all that escaped Porter's
mouth for me to realize I was in deep trouble.

Porter and his girlfriend, Victoria, have been together for almost three years, and they had everyone at school think they were like married or something. That's how close they were. Now it all fell down. I could tell Porter was in mad love, but this from Victoria was just unexpected.

"Oh," was all I could say out of this situation. This was so horrible for Porter, it had me speechless.

Porter turned and faced me. His brown eyes glistened as much as they could in the moon, which yes is weird for a guy to say, but it was true. Can't blame truth. His eyes stood on top of me. He was only a few inches taller than I was, but I felt small compared to Porter, and more than a couple inches. More like feet.

I swear the the freaking lord he got closer. This was scaring me. Terrifying me. He kept getting closer and placed his finger tips on my cheeks. Now I was officially terrified. I didn't do anything to stop him, I just stood there and let him. Soon his lips were planted on mine.

The whole time I didn't reject once. Did I... like it?