Songs For Us [English Version]

Three. As soon as I'm done admiring the boys.

Dalia zigzaggued across the audience followed by a guy attracting a lot of attention. The male was ridiculously tall and skinny with his shoulder-length blond hair braided on the sides by Dalia helself -who always seemed to have the time of her life when Gilian allowed her to cut or stylish his hair. He couldn't care any less, and if it made her happy, he was fine with it. The rest of the human population was a complete different story -he hated having the attention on himself, so it was usual for him to wear a hood.

"Don't you dare" She had told him when he tried to cover what she called 'a master piece'. "I promise I'll burn that thing if I see it in your head".

So there he was, wearing all black and without his beloved hood to make him feel confortable.

"They're staring" he muttered in russian. Dalia wasn't fluid speaking the language, but since she was half-russian, she understood it pretty well. The lady turned, scanned the place with a blank stare and grabbed his hand blatantly. She smirked, and continued the seat searching.

"They can look at a boy holding a girl's hand all they want, but they'll think twice before aproaching said boy" Dalia explained once when Gilian had an annoying group of highschoolers chasing him after every single class. "And usually, if a girl likes a guy and sees him with his girlfriend -which they'll assume by the hands-, they tend to glare at the girlfriend, wishing her a painful death or something like that."

"Geez, girls are wild. " he said causing her to chuckle, but then he got worried for her. "But Leah, you don't mind?". She shrugged.

"I don't know them, why would I?" Of course, Dalia didn't care about anything besides figure skating, ballet and her beloved japanese animations. "And, holding your hand guarantees you won't get lost in the crowd, Mr. Distracted."

Dalia's skin looked tanned contrasting his, but she wasn't. Gilian simply had Casper the friendly ghost's skin color.

"It's pretty late" she stated, checking her phone once they sat down. The competition had begun a while ago, but Irene only released her in time to watch the last groups. "I wonder how many female skaters are in the crowd right now. "she mumbled, scanning the place.

"How many did you meet yesterday?"

"Just one. Japan's Satoko Miyahara" she replied, her eyes fixed on the empty rink. "But I think Javi's right. We girls are pretty competitive, so it's probably the best to introduce myself afterwards."

"Pretty competitive?" He spat sarcastically. He, for sure, had the worst of them all sitting next to him. He'd never meet someone as self-exigent and competitive: school grades, sports, even when she liked a guy -she was just a perfectionist. "Javier's never said anything so true."

"I promise you I tried!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Sure you did. "

"Well, can you blame me? It's Satoko Miyahara! I mean, her programs, her presence on the ice... "

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're a declared Team Japan fan, stop. " His friend's smile was cheeky, she loved to explain the reasons why she thought a certain skater was exceptional. If you mentioned any japanese or the american couple Davis/White; you were definitely insured a long monologue. I was even worse if you said 'Yuzuru Hanyu' or 'Yuna Kim' -her all time favorites.

"How's this thing's draw done?" She always explained him that every competition. The same thing had happened with the previous competitions before this one.

"Well, the nicer your rank is, the later you skate... sort of" (A/N: Don't fully trust me w this, I'm new to this sport. It just works like this here. )