That One Friend

Chapter 1

"MOVE! GET OUTTA THE WAY!" I screamed as I uncontrollably skated past people, almost knocking a few over. I have poor control on the ice because I had never skated before. Jasmine gently slid backwards to avoid me, and she started to giggle as I face-planted into the wall and then fell to the ice.

"Need some help?" she asked, still giggling at me, as she reached her hand out to me.

"I would love some help, thanks," I said reaching for her hand. As she started to pull me up, we began to slid. Just as I got to my feet, another skater lost control and slammed right into her.

"Need some help up?" he asked, obviously not concerned about whether or not she was hurt. 

"Nah," she said as she rolled onto her back, pulled her ankles almost to her ears, and strategically swung her legs down and her chest upwards at the same time. Her butt came up off the ice-covered arena before her feet hit it. When her feet hit, the spiked back of her skates dug into the ice, and like the ninja she was, she took the opportunity to propelled herself forward, using all the energy stored between the time her ankles were at her ears, until her skates hit the ice. She started coming back going as fast as she possibly could. I moved for fear of her hitting me, and the other guy just stood there and watched. I could tell he was checking her out just by the look on his face. Jasmine was a very beautiful girl, but she was my best friend. I would never do that to her. As Jasmine got close to hitting the other guy, She turned sharply and sprayed the guy with so much ice it knocked him over. 

"Thanks for offering to help me up, but we both know you're a very good skater and would never lose control of your skates the way you made it look. I'm flattered that you made an effort to try and flirt with me, but don't do it again," Jasmine lectured the guy sternly. Then, she made a hand motion to me to tell me to come to her. Once I got there, she took my hand and we skated back to the entrance of the rink. 

"That guy was a real douche, wasn't he?" Jasmine asked me.

"He sure seemed like it, I mean, he was obviously checking you out as you were coming to spray him," I said as I chuckled to myself. 

"Ugh, don't tell me about it," She said. "I have d-bags like him trying to hit on me all the time. Sometimes it's fun to see what they'll try next." Then we turned in our skated and started to walk to the car. 

"Why don't we go across the street and take a midnight walk in the park?" She asked me. We started towards the park. "Anyway," she continued. "I..."

"Why don't you just get a boyfriend? Even if it's a fake one, just to get them to stop?" I asked.

"I just haven't found the right guy yet. All the guys I've met are douche bags, wimps, or just complete assholes. "

"I can see where you're coming from," I said, "But what about me? Am I just one of them?"

"Obviously not, dumb ass," She said playfully as she laughed and punched me in the arm. "You're special."

When we got to the park she told me that she really didn't wanna take a walk anymore, she just wanted to sit on the bench and watch the stars. That's not unusual for us. We do it a lot. After about five minutes of us talking, she slid away from me a bit. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, she grabbed my arm, put it around her, and she snuggled up into my chest and neck. 

"You cold?" I asked, surprised. In all 15 years of us being friends, since we were both two, nothing like this had ever happened between us. 

"Nope," she said as she closed her eyes and nuzzled deeper into the side of my neck.