Cancer Crew Shit

Rollerblading (Ian)

You were rollerblading down the street.
Your car was in the shop and work was too far away to walk to, you didn't have enough money for and Uber or cab so you picked the next best thing...yep.
Rollerblading.
You haven't Rollerbladed in so long, but you needed to get to work even if it killed you.
And you sure thought it would, with the amount of time almost breaking your ankles.
For a moment you were starting to get the hang of it, you felt kinda confident!
That feeling didn't last long...
Out of no where a man ran across the street, not noticing he was in your line of fire.

"LOOK OUT!" You yelled trying to alert him.

It was too late.
You did everything to try and stop, but it failed.
The poor boy, you smacked right into him.
You had fallen and scraped your legs pretty badly, your hands hurt from falling on the pavement.
The two of you groaned in pain.

"Fuck my ass!" He groaned.

"I'm so sorry!" You gasped. "Are you hurt!? Oh my God I'm so sorry!".

"I'm fine, you know what they say. Bigger they are, harder they fall." He rubbed his ass trying to soothe the pain of landing on the pavement.

You tried to get up but ended up falling again, hitting the hot sidewalk again.
He immediately went over and helped you up, dusting the dirt off you.

"I'm so sorry." You sighed, tripping again, but this time he caught you before you fell. You looked up and blushed a little, a small smile on your face.

"Maybe you should take those off." He sat you down helping to take them off.

//Ian's POV//

Wow she was cute, a total klutz, but cute.
I helped take her skates off, noticing her knees were pretty banged up.
I probably had an ice pack in the back of my jeep, that'd probably soothe the pain.

"Uh hey how about you come to my jeep, I might have an ice pack in the trunk." I smiled.

She looked a little hesitant but agreed anyway, I carried her Rollerblades after she changed into a proper pair of shoes from her backpack.
I wrapped my arm around her trying to help her hobble along to the jeep.
I looked down at her face, was she blushing?
You shrugged it off and opened the trunk digging through a cooler pulling out an ice pack, placing it on her knees.
I looked through the glove box for some bandaids, luckily I had some.
I placed them gently on her knees.

"Need a ride home?" I looked up placing a bandaid on her skid marks.

"I need to get to work, I work at the *insert whatever gas station name here. Could you get me there?" She looked guilty.

"No problem, hop in. I need gas anyways." I said getting into the drivers seat.

The drive was kind of quiet.
She probably was a bit nervous seeing as I was a stranger, I didn't want to scare her.
She was so fucking cute...
Before I knew it you had made it to the gas station, wishing the drive was longer.
She thanked me and got out and ran into the store.

//Regular POV//

You stayed quiet, not wanting to fuck up talking to this handsome guy.
You were gonna kick yourself later knowing you never even got his name.
When he pulled up you thanked him then hopped out heading into the building.
You started your shift, sighing to yourself about this dreamy mystery man.
All of a sudden someone burst in the store, nearly scared the shit out of you!

"Ah there you are...Y/N!" He read your name tag. "You left your skates and bag!" He handed them to you over the counter.

"Oh thank you so much! You've been such a help, I feel like I should repay you." You smiled taking your stuff.

"Well you could pay for my gas." He smirked.

What a cutie.
You did so, I mean he's done so much for a stranger like you, what a great guy.

"Your name, uh what's your name?" You blushed, asking before you parted ways.

"Oh, my names Ian. It was great eating you Y/N." He had a soft sweet smile.

Just like that he had to leave, such a handsome guy out of your life...

Or so you thought.
You were gonna guess the gas station he used to go to hates him now.
Cause as of now he's a regular customer.

//lol dunno tried to be cute?? Requests are open.//