A Nordic NYC Christmas

Part V

-Matthias' POV-

I finally made it to the airport, dropped off my bags at the hotel, and ran to the skating rink. I knew I would be the first there, but Emil wold be coming any minute. Next would probably be Lukas, then Berwald and Tino. Probably.

I strapped on a pair of skates and headed for the ice. I've gotta admit, I'm pretty much a natural. Sure I fell a few times... Okay, a lot of times, but I was on my feet longer than I was on the ground. Right? Heh, not really. But who cares?! I was the king of the rink, just as I was king of everything else. As I was lying on the ice, totally not helpless, I saw a white haired teen come over my way. He held a mittened hand out to me, and I quickly grabbed it and pulled myself up. Like a natural. I smiles. It was Emil.

"How've ya been, little bro?" I beamed.

He smiled. "I've been good. Working on a new book."

"Man, has age been good to you. Here I am working as a barista. But if I looked as good as you, I could be running a different kind of business... Heh heh heh..."

Emil looked up at me in sheer horror. I realized my fatal mistake.

"Oh, no no no. I didn't mean it THAT way. Haha! There's nothing wrong with a career in modeling!"

He looked half-relived, but still disturbed. Leave it to me to make the suggestive comment by accident. Oops.

"So where are the rest?" he asked, trying to break the ice. BREAK THE ICE?! GET IT?! SINCE IT'S A SKATING RINK AND THERE'S ICE...? No...? Ok.

I shrugged. "Don't know. Lukas should be here soon."

Right as I said that, I turned around to see two familiar faces. "Tino! Berwald!" I shouted.

They both pulled Emil and me into a tight hug.

"It's been forever!" exclaimed Tino.

Berwald nodded in agreement.

"Still not much for words, eh Waldy?" I smirked.

"Mhm," he grunted.

"Hm, it's getting late. I don't know where Lukas could be. Should I call him?" I asked.

Tino shook his head. "He's on a plane, silly! Either way, he never answers his phone. I've heard a rumor that he looks to see who is calling," his voice lowered to a whisper, as if he were telling the secrets of the dead. "Then he presses decline."

Emil rolled his eyes. "Ooh I'm so scared. Decline? Oh no he didn't."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, gang, it seems we're going to have to wait."

Everyone groaned.