Catch Me

Swish, swish, swish,.... Clap!

I concentrated on the noise that my skates were making while I slid gracefully acrose the rink. Asher still hadn't arrived for our afternoon practice so I was warming up, trying to polish some moves that I had to do at this Saturday's competition.

Swish, swish, swish,.... Clap!

I attempted another triple axel. I kept wobbling whenever I came down from one. I took a lap around the rink. It was a fairly nice, well sized rink just the right size for me and Asher to work on our routines five days a week.

I was about to attempt another triple axel when I heard a door slam. Finally. I thought to myself. I doubled back, skating over to the bench where we always laced on our skates at and bent over, stretching. Waiting for Asher to make his appearance.

A minute later I heard hurried footsteps in my direction. The minute he entered the room I could tell it was him because of his heavy breathing from running here and that specific smell he always seemed to carry with him. It smelled sort of like freshly cut grass. That was what calmed me whenever I would get nervous during a competition.

"Hey Riv, sorry I'm late I kind of got caught up at home." He greeted.

I turned around to see his appoligetic blue eyes looking at me. Folks, meet Asher Wade. He's taller than me at 6'1, while I was 5'6. He was pretty muscled, I mean you would kind of have to be to lift me up over your head. He had chocolate brown hair in a quiff hairstyle.

We had been skating together for as long as I remember. All of my memories of ice skating are also memories of Asher. We'd been skating together since we were only 6 and 7 years old. We both came from overbearing families that from the moment we showed talent, we were wisked into professional lessons and practiced every minute of the day.

Ice skating grew on me though, as well as Asher, and I found it to be an escape from my stressful parents and their expectations. They had always wanted a picture perfect, well manered daughter to brag about sice they had no other children.

"What's the excuse this time, your sisters holding your skates hostage in their room again? You know I'm starting to wonder if you hate spending time with me." I said puting a hand over my heart faking hurt.

Asher, unlike me had an enormouse family with three sisters, and two brothers. He got along well with all of them, but none of them got along with their parents.

"Haha vey funny, that was only once, and they were like 3 and wanted me to get her ice cream." He was an awesome big brother to his two, younger twin sisters, and a good younger brother to his two older brothers and sister.

I laughed and he joined in.

"Well we better get started, have you got that axle you've been trying to master?" He asks me getting up and brushing the imaginary dust off his pants.

"No, not yet. I just can't land without wobbling." I said frustratedly, trying to run my hand through my hair but stopped because it was in a bun.

He chuckled and pulled me out into ring.

"Here just watch, you have to be level in the air to be level on the ice."

He skated a couple yards away form me and executed a perfect axel. He is so much better at skating than I am. Every move he does is like water trickling down a stream, its so graceful. Its looks like he was born to skate.

I on the other hand, am a walking clutz. The only place that I'm not tripping or spilling things is in the rink. Thats one of the reasons I keep skating, its the one time that I can be graceful.

Asher skated back over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, ducking his head so he could look me in the eye.

"Look, you know you can do it, its just in your head. Just forget where you are and just do it."He said

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment before skating a little ways away and jumped, twisting in the air and landed. Without wobbling or falling down.

I squealed and skated over Asher to give him a hug. I guess he underestimated how fast I was coming because the next thing you know we're both on the ground with me on top of him.

The air got knocked out of me and I sucked a huge breath of air in and looked at Asher. His face showed shock and amusment at the same time.

When his blue eyes met my brown ones we both stared a each other for a minute before bursting out laughing. I loved it when he laughed, his voice was so deep and it vibrated my body. When we both became sober again we relized what position we were in.

His legs were spread apart and my legs were in between them while my body was resting on his chest and out faces were level. We both turned red and I quickly got up dusting myself off.

Ash picked himself up from the ground and smirked at me.

"If you wanted me that bad you could've just asked."

A/N

Hey guys! Just workin on a little story for you so please vote, comment, watever you want. Im not gonna force you to like vote for every chapter or something. :)