Vid is Adam Rippon ^^^^^
Jeffersons POV:
"Aww man, it's been forever, like really where have you been all this time!" James exclaims.
" You know exactly where he's been dingus, at the JGP finals in France!" Aaron says, rolling his eyes.
" AARON! you promised not to bring it up!" Madison whines.
" He lost, that's it! no point in hiding it!" Aaron shoots back. I take a sweet, deep breath of coffee shop air. " Its fine guys I really don't care."Thats a total lie.
One I tell through gritted teeth and a fake smile. I don't want to worry James, who knows I'm practically always in an unstable mindset.
"Well then... WE GOT YOU HOT COCOA!" James practically screams.
I laugh to myself and sit down at the table. They haven't changed a bit.We spent 1 of my 5 hours of ice time talking about our new lives and joking about our old one before James and Aaron finally left, full of cocoa and fries, stolen from me, might I add.
I sit down on a bench and lace up my skates.Every superhero has a trademark, whether its it's Superman's 'S' and red cale. The Flash's lightning,or Batman's bat symbol.
To me, my skates are like my trademark. They're solid black with gorgeous golden blades and a single magenta stripe lined with glitter on both sides of each skate. Wearing them makes me feel invincible. Of course they clearly didn't do me much good just a few weeks ago.I reach for my blue club jacket but hesitate before zipping it up. I still don't feel worthy enough to wear it again.
I slowly step onto the ice and glide away from the door.
I haven't been on the ice for a solid 2 weeks and it feels weirdly calming to be back on. I start lazily skating around doing the occasional cross cut here and there, closing my eyes and taking in the cold air against my face.I go into a rather sloppy spread eagle that is disrupted by a sudden, SMACK! I just hit someone. shit.
I get up and look down to see a thin man in a green hoddie, his choppy brown hair tied back into a messy bun.
" I'm so sorry, " I say and extend my hand to help the man up.
" I didn't think anyone else was weird enough to be skating at this hour." I look back at the small man to see him staring at my feet.
I wait for him to respond but he just stares. after a few seconds, he looks up at me and stutters my name."T-Thomas?"
My eyes widen as I realize who this "stranger" is
"Alexander?!"
Alex POV
I skate around sluggishly, lost in thought on a new chapter of my already 13-page essay. I have a real problem with going overboard on these things.
Just as I start to pull up my mental notepad to record this rapid fire of information forming in my brain I hit something, something big.
I rub my eyes and my vision clears. In front of me is a pair of stunning black skates with magenta stripes. I take a second to process this situation.
Wait. holy shit.
I would know those skates anywhere. They're practically infamous at this point.Thomas says something and reaches out his hand. I take it and stand myself up but I can't seem to take my eyes off of the skates. I feel him staring at me and I'm almost afraid to look at him. I finally break the silence and look at this "Stranger"
" T-Thomas?" I stutter.
A.N
I'm soz this is kinda short I'll try to make the next chapter longer hope you liked it tho
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Blades: A Jamilton AU
FanfictionJefferson is devastated after breaking a 3 year winning streak at the Blue Swords, Junior Grand Prix event. His life is in shambles and he can't seem to think straight. Until he gets back on the ice and runs into someone that could change his life.