❄ 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 ❄

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Y/N pov:

Today was a day were I thought I could hibernate in my bed with some cheetos and kool-aid....well I was for most of the morning. But my dad kept nagging me about doing something energetic instead of being in my room all day.

I guess he was right but I'm 18 years old not every teenager wants to be outside playing like a fucking 7 year old. because it gets boring and the park is quite far from my house and I can't be bothered to go all the way down there despite us having a huge backyard.

I grabbed my phone scrolling through tic-tok watching some of the savage dances (which were cringe) on my liked videos. But then my dad threw my door open standing right next to me.

"Hi dad" I said with a blunt expression.

"Don't get all sassy with me young lady I thought I told you to go outside and get some fresh air" my dad hissed.

"Dad it's too boring outside there's nothing to do" I groaned in frustration.

"Well I have an Idea that you'll enjoy" he said smiling a bit.

"Mhm and what's that?" I asked.

"Why dont you go ice skating...you used to love doing that every Christmas eve" My dad went through my closet taking out my old skating shoes.

I looked at the small skating shoes and smiled faintly. I do love ice skating but I haven't been to that ice rink for 5 years since they relocated and I found interest in other things...like make up.

"but it's been a while I might not be good at it anymore" I said looking down.

"I'm sure you'll be fine I saw you skate on the frozen lake when It snowed a couple weeks ago and you did it with no pressure or issues" he said rubbing my cheek.

I nuzzled my cheek in his hand and smiled. "Alright I'll go but don't be shocked if I break something" I said getting up.

"Great I'll drop you~" I cut my dad off.

"I don't have a outfit to wear my old one is too small"

"Its cool I got you another because I was going to try and get you into this again" he smiled.

"Oh.....ok I'll be in the car in a second" I said pushing him out of my room.

I tied up my hair looking in the mirror, I can already imagine my self in hospital with a broken leg, arm and I sure you can guess the rest.

I made my way to the car slumping my self in the chair looking out the window.

"Cheer up kid your going to have fun" my dad said driving off.

~7 minutes later~

Third Person Pov:

Y/N got out the car looking at the ice rink, outside looks bigger and more posh then the last time she saw it. Her dad gave her a black packet protector driving off, Y/N signed in at the counter and made her way the ladies changing room.

It was a bit quiet for such a five star ice rink, she walked in one of the stalls looking the door behind her laying the bag down. She stood there for a minutes well she basically spaced out but jumped back into reality holding up the bag.

Y/N started to get worried if her father actually had good fashion taste or his just went on Ebay and pick up some cheap shitty outfit. But his style is good so it shouldn't be so bad. She slowly pulled the zipper down and all she did was gasp.

It was BEAUTIFUL!!

It was a royal blue dress with a mini skirt covered in rhinestones that twinkled in the light and see through blue shaded sleeves. She also pulled out black tights covered in glitter and a pair of white skates with black laces.

Y/N waited no time and put the outfit on modeling it posing for Instagram. After a couple of pictures, she put her stuff in a locker shoving the key in her bra (you know just in case.) Wobbeling to the ice.

As she got into the main room it was empty. There were people in the office (assuming they were teachers aka coaches) opposite her but they were too busy to notice her. She stopped right in front of the ice taking a deep breath. A bit of fear washed over her but she skated on the ice making her was successfully to the other side.

Y/N Pov:

I made a weird expression try to process that I made it to the other side without busting my backside. Or I might have passed out and i might be making my way to the hospital right now. I gave my self a quick pinch to only realise I'm alive and in one piece.

To be honest I dont really know what to do since I've forgotten a lot of figure skating moves, but I heard some very soothing music play in the background which made me shake my shoulders to the beat and for some reason I found myself skating elegantly across the rink.

I closes my eyes and took a moment to feel the music flow through my body...the music got louder which give me a signal that I caught someone's attention. I gave myself a small smirk and I just let let music take over me.

I did jumps, spins, splits you name it...I just reminds me of when I was little and how I used to enjoy this feeling of skating on ice. It was like I was in my own world.

But I stopped hearing a loud applause. I looked In the office to see a couple of people cheering and clapping. I smiled a little embarrassed and bowed. But my eyes widened to see my dad sitting on one of the seats holding his phone.

"Dad?" I called skating over.

"Wow and you said you wasn't good at it" My dad teased.

"Shut up t-that was nothing" I said
blushing a bit.

"You should sign up for the skating team" my dad said hanging me a audition slip.

"I don't know dad like I dont want to do this and then I loose interest after a while" I explained.

"Well make this your top hobby you enjoy this alot and I know you can do great out of this" My dad insisted pointing the people in the office.

I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement "I'll sign it when I go home".

I was going to say something else but my dad got up from his chair leaving the room for a minute or two but came back with a black pair of skates. He put them on skating on the ice which surprised me.

"How about you tech me a few moves" he said holding out his hand.

"I guess I could show you a few moves dad" I giggles taking his hand skaing with him.

And let's just say I'm not bored anymore.

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