Swimming through ice

4

You wake up to a door slamming shut. Your eyes are still half asleep, and you can barely make anything out. You rub your eyes, focusing on the figure with soaking wet hair.

" Why are you still here?" you ask, crossing your arms. By now, you're fully alert. And fully able to see the skater in front of you. He has on jeans, and is pulling his hair into a loose ponytail. He's holding his shirt in his other hand.

" I woke up. I took a shower." he slowly pulls on his shirt. You can't help thinking he's got a nice body. All lean muscle and quiet strength. Its expected though. He is a skater, after all.

A skater. Those words bring back a flood of memories from last night. Instead of the skater, all you can see is a scared little boy in front of you. A boy obviously haunted by something.

" First. This is my room. Did you not realize that you just took a shower in MY room, Skater boy?" you growl and try to forget last night all over again.

" First, I did realize I took a shower in your room. Your shampoo smells nice, by the way." he smirks. " glad you're not calling me icehead anymore."

" Oh my fallen stars! Stop smirking like that you idiot! This is harassment!" You stand up and poke him directly in the chest. " you know what, I bet you slammed the door so i would wake up and see you shirtless huh?wanted me to get embarrassed and gawk? Wanted me to like you like other people? I work on a team with boys and girls. I've seen almost all of them butt naked. So, nah, Icehead. Not gonna happen."

" OH, so now it's my fault that you woke up? It's a good thing I did, stupid. We're gonna be late for breakfast again i you don't hurry up."

Oh crap, you think to yourself. Better eat.

Immediately, you start for your closet. " Get out, child. I need to change."

" Now I'm a child? This isn't fair." he protested as you pushed him toward the exit and closed the door after him, locking it. Again, you start for your clothes, picking out a loose black tank top and some jeans. You also grab your USA jacket as usual, slinging it on.

" Icehead?" You yell.

" STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Immediately bursts from the other side. You sigh.

" You are free today right?"

" So?"

" Weren't we going to end this once and for all?" You wait as there is silence for a while.

" After breakfast. There's a pool I know we can go to. Bring a swimsuit."

" Kay." you start towards your clothes for the second time, opening your drawers. That's when you realized that you had only brought a bikini. You didn't think you would be swimming in Russia, so you had just stuck your hand into your drawer and brought whatever swimsuit you found. You definitely weren't expecting to show your routine to a sixteen year old figure skater.
" OH M WHY DOES LIFE HATE ME!" you yell, hearing a thump on the other side of the door. Sighing, you put that, and your music, in a black bag similar to the one the boy uses. You unlock the door and step outside, seeing nothing.
"ICEHEAD!"
"WHAT!" Comes from the other side of his door.
"COME ON, I'M NOT MISSING BREAKFAST THIS TIME!"
"ALRIGHT!" His door opened, revealing, obviously, the stupid blond boy.
"LETS GO!"
" WHY ARE YOU STILL YELLING!"
"No, you're yelling." Swiveling around, you start for the staircase
"Oh my god, you're such an idiot." Grumbling, he follows you down the stairs.
Yakov is waiting for you both, his deep set eyes making him look even more
intimidation.

" let's go. You two take forever." He glares at the boy, who just glares back. You resist an urge to smile.

The car ride was torture, the usual silence filling the car. You shuffled your feet on the carpet on the bottom. The boy tapped his wrist over and over again. Yakov concentrated on driving.