I hate ice skating. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it! I absolutely hate it! But Matt wanted me to "try new things" or some shit. So here we are, getting our ice skates on, tied tight.
"Aren't you excited?" Matt pouted a bit, seeing my moody expression.
"No. I hate ice skating. I always fall and by the time we leave my butt is going to be drenched in water." Matt giggled a bit and helped me up, taking me to the ice rink.
"Come on! I'll teach you." I whimpered, not stepping onto the ice, too scared to fall.
"I won't let go of your hand." Matt said, kissing me gently.
"Promise?" I asked softly. Matt nodded with a smile. I smiled back before stepping into the ice, slipping a small bit, making me overreact and hold onto my boyfriend.
"It's okay. It's just like roller skating. You love roller skating, well it's like that, but –" I interrupted him with a small glare.
"But it has ice, the ninety percent chance of leaving with your pants drenched in water, having blades on your shoes inside of wheels. Yeah, it's the same." I was rambling so much that I didn't even notice that we were going around the oval shaped rink.
I started to get the hang of it, trying to think of it as roller skating. Matt ended up letting of of my hand a few times on accident, but the last time was on purpose and he skated to fast for me to catch up. When I tried, I ended up falling onto my ass, making me whine. I saw a few teens laugh and point at me, making me want to cry. I know I shouldn't care, but it made me want to burst out in tears.
"M-Matt!" I let out a shaky breath, holding back the tears in my eyes as the teens kept laughing and pointing at me. Yeah kids, look at stupid Zachary James Baker who is too stupid to learn to ice skate, even though everyone one else can do it, but stupid Zacky Vengeance can't. Matt passed by me at least four times, looking at me and probably even seeing that I was about to burst out crying.
"M-Matthew! I-I wanna go home." A few tears went down my face, my cheeks a bit numb from how cold it was in the building. Matt quickened his pace and stopped in front of me, a look of worry on his face when he saw the tears.
"Baby, don't cry. I'm sorry I let go of your hand, I thought you'd be okay on your own." Matt apologized, wiping away my tears with his thumb.
"Y-You promised!" I cried, more tears rushing down my face. I heard the teens laughing some more, making me want to completely break down.
"I... I know. I'm sorry." Matt picked me up and skated off the rink. He took my shoes off me as I continued to cry, taking me to the car once I calmed down. I crossed my arms and looked down at my lap.
"Zacky, please look at me. I'm sorry I let go." I didn't move. "Zacky? Baby, come on. You were doing well."
"You promised you wouldn't let go!" I started to cry again, burying my face in my hands.
"Baby, no, please don't cry. I love you so much, it hurts me when you cry." Matt said softly, pulling me in his lap. I sniffed, looking at him, rubbing my eyes. "I promise to never break a promise again. I'm so sorry, baby. I thought you would be okay."
"It's okay." I punched him in the arm, making him wince. "That's for breaking your promise." I punched him again in the arm before crossing mine over my chest. "And that's for not helping."
"I deserved that." Matt said with a chuckle, rubbing the spot I had hit him. He moved me back to my seat. I buckled up and started the car. It was a long drive, so I fell asleep in the car, hearing Matt mutter a 'I love you, Z.'
