Jadam Oneshots

Ice Skating

Warning: Panic Attack

Adam's pov

I don't know why I let them talk me into this.

There I was, (barely) standing in the corner of the ice rink, clutching onto the wall with all my strength.

My friends had somehow tricked me into thinking that this would be a good idea, despite the fact that I've never been ice skating before.

They had assured me that everything would be fine. That they wouldn't leave me.

But they lied. At first, they had stuck pretty close to me, making sure I didn't fall flat on my face.

But they quickly became bored, and one by one, they left.

Which quickly led to me standing in the corner, willing myself to not slip and fall. Or cry. That's a very big possibility too.

I wanted so desperately to get off the ice, but my "friend" had left me in the farthest corner from the exit.

So I was stuck there.

Without any friends.

Despite my efforts of holding them back, tears slowly fell down my face and onto the icy floor below.

All I wanted to do was curl up on the floor and cry, but I could barely move, let alone get off the ice to do so.

So many people were passing me, with barely even a glance.

My friends were nowhere to be found, and I was starting to panic.

I felt stuck, and alone, and every sound seemed to be getting louder and louder.

I felt so helpless and scared, that I didn't realize just how fast and hard I was breathing, or how blurry my vision was starting to get from tears and lack of oxygen.

I didn't realize that someone else was there, until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Looking up, I was met with a concerned blue gaze.

Realizing the guy in front of me was speaking, I tried to focus on what he was saying.

"-you ok?"

Putting together what he said, I shook my head slightly, and his face turned into a look of understanding.

I hadn't realized that I was on the ground until I felt him lift me up and off of it.

He slowly lead me off of the rink, his arm around my waist.

I was practically leaning my entire weight on him, but he didn't seem to mind.

Calming slightly now that I was getting off of the rink, I couldn't help but notice how easily he moved across the ice, even with my added body weight against him.

Once we reached the door of the rink, I practically threw myself onto the solid ground, dragging the helpful stranger with me.

I quickly sat on a bench, and wrenched those awful ice skates off of my feet.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I practically cried with joy of having my feet free from those torturous shoes.

I heard a light chuckle from in front of me, and realized that the guy from before was still there.

"So, uh, I'm guessing you don't enjoy skating too much, huh?" He asked, a mixture of amusement and still a hint of worry in his gaze.