5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Ice Skating and Hockey

Quick author's note before we get to the fun part. This chapter is solely based on hockey and ice skating, if you weren't able to gather that from the title. I know some of you probably just groaned, but hear me out. I LOVE this sport, so I think I should do at least one preference on it. Just saying...

MICHAEL

“It’s okay,” you tell Michael as he hesitantly steps onto the clean sheet of ice, “I probably won’t let you fall.”

“Not helping,” he whines, and you transition to skate backwards in front of him, holding out your hands for him to take.

“How are you so good at this?” Michael asks with a pout, and he takes a hold of your hands.

“If you had done it since you were three, you would be pretty good at it, too,” you laugh as the two of you begin to make slow laps around the busy rink.

After multiple laps, it looks like he’s got a good idea on how to skate, so you skate side-by-side, holding hands. By the end of night, Michael’s butt and pride may be a bit sore, but at least he can finally skate…kinda.

CALUM

As the buzzer for the end of the second period goes off, you skate to the bench to talk to your team. As soon as you get there, your teammate Jasmine taps your shoulder pad.

“You’ve got a visitor,” she grins, pointing to the thin strip on the side of the bench not concealed by glass. Your eyes land on Calum and a wide, involuntary grin covers your face.

You quickly skate to the far end of the bench, set your helmet, gloves, and stick on the ice, and hop the bench. Once you’re in the bench, you make your way over to him.

“I’ve got to be quick,” you tell him, looking over at the clock as it ticks down the four minutes you have until the third period, “Thanks for coming.”

“You know I love coming to your hockey games,” he grins at you, “But, boy, you sure do stink.”

“Gee, thanks,” you laugh before looking back at your team, “I’ve got to go, but a word of advice: sit by the penalty box, because number 44 is going down. Hard.”

“That’s my girl,” Calum laughs before the two of you separate, and you head over to your team.

“Sorry for the wait girls. You guys ready to play?” You smirk as your team cheers back at you, “Then let’s go.”

Soon enough, you’re back on the ice with your defensive partner, and Calum is sitting next to the box with an expectant smile on his face.  Just as you said, as soon as #44 carries the puck your way, you drop your shoulder and send her into the boards and to the ice. The ref blows the whistle.

“Blue, 25; two minutes for boarding,” he says, and you smirk the whole way to the box.

You sit on the small bench, and you turn to look at a grinning Calum. He shoots you thumbs up, and you instantly smile back at the boy you love.

ASHTON

“Hurry, Ash!” you excitedly tug on his arm as the two of you head for the ice.

“Slow down, pumpkin, I’m going as fast as I can,” Ashton laughs as you drag him towards the slick surface.

“Bull crap,” you laugh back as you finally reach the ice, “You move faster than that.”

“Okay, okay,” he says as the two of you step onto the ice.

“You know,” you say to Ashton, the two of you skating side-by-side with your hands intertwined, “You being able to skate makes this a lot more fun for me. I had to make sure all my other dates didn’t kill themselves.”

“Glad I’m not a drag for you,” he says in a deep, sarcastic tone, his smile telling you he’s only kidding.

“You know what I mean,” you tell him, bumping your shoulder into his.

“Still,” he laughs, “I used to get to show the boys up, and now my girlfriend makes me look bad.”

“It’s a gift,” you shrug with a smirk. The two of you continue to skate, just talking or singing along to the music filling the rink. As you two skate, a very fast, very clumsy skater flies by you, taking your feet out from under you.

Just as you are about to land fact-first on the cold ice, Ashton quickly wraps his arms around your waist, stopping your fall.

“Who’s better now?” Ashton teases with a grin as he pulls you upright.

“Shut up,” you grin, smacking his arm, “I’m still faster than you.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” he laughs, and the two of you continue skating.

LUKE

“Where are you going?” Luke asks you from his spit on the couch. You grab you small duffle bag with everything you need: skates, helmet, and gloves.

“To the rink,” you say, now grabbing your stick, “There’s a stick and puck today.”

 “Nooo,” Luke groans dramatically, flinging his whole body across the couch with a pout, “Why?”

“To practice shooting,” you laugh at his reaction to something as simple as you leaving for a couple of hour, “Do you want to come? You might get bored…”

“Yes,” he says right away, jumping up with a happy smile, making you roll your eyes. The two of you get to the rink, and soon, you’re on the nearly-empty ice as Luke watches from the stands.

Since there are only two other guys on the ice with you, you grab about ten pucks and set yourself up in front of the slot.  For the next hour, you busy yourself with shooting all the pucks, retrieving the pucks from the empty net, going back to high slot, and repeating.

Eventually, the clock shows that you have been at it for almost two hours, so you take a look at a still-watching Luke-who is probably bored out of his mind right now-and skate off of the ice. As the two of you drive home, Luke turns to grin at you.

“It is still so cool to see you do that,” he says with a smile, “You seriously need to teach me how to do that.”