“Emily are you ready?” my mother calls. Today she’s dropping me off at the ice rink. Am I skating? No, sadly I am not the best at it; I’m just going to go because I like the ice. When we get there I see there is only one other person there. It was a boy who was figure skating. He looked Asian. He was pretty cute. And he was actually really good at what he was doing. I watch him perfect an axel jump, and my mouth drops at how good it was. I must have stared for a while because suddenly he spoke,
“You know a picture would last longer love.” His voice was so beautiful that I didn’t want him to hear mine.
“U-uh I was not staring.” I tried to defend myself. He chuckled and walked up to me.
“So love, do you have a name? Even though I enjoy the blush that arises when I call you love, I still want a name to go with your pretty face.” I blushed really hard at that. He gave me a really big and butterfly-giving smile.
“Oh, um, I’m Emily.” I mumble with my head down. I’ve never been that big of an outgoing person.
“Well love, my name is Yuzuru.” He grabs my hand and shakes it awkwardly. I feel sparks going through my body.
“That was awkward,” you can say that again, “you know what I’ll hug you.” Wait what? I don’t hug back at first because I am nervous, but then something in me hugs him back. I felt like I had someone there for me. I didn’t want to let go, but he ended the hug. He took a step back and looked like he was in thought.
“Love how about we do something? I want to get to know you, and I think you want to get to know me too.” I begin to think of random lies to tell him since my mom won’t be back for another three hours.
“We don’t have to go somewhere else. We can ice skate if you want?” Yuzuru interjects. I bite my lip undecided. I want us to be friends right? Maybe even more. I was about to agree when we heard a phone ringing. It was his. He frowned when he saw the caller’s name.
“Sorry love it appears we have to reschedule. Give me your phone, I want to put my number in it.” When he returned my iPhone, he hugged me and started heading towards the exit. “Call or text me love, I’ll be expecting it,” he yelled from the door.
I’ve been home for a while now; by a while I mean I’m already in pajamas. I still haven’t texted him. He had put his number under the name “Yuzu”. What do I even say? Well here goes nothing.
Emi: Um, hey it’s the girl from the ice rink…
Yuzu: Emily, I’ve been waiting forever for your text, love.
Emi: Oh um sorry. You’re probably going to sleep now.
Yuzu: Haha, actually I’m not even home. Are you going to sleep?
Emi: No I’m not.
Yuzu: Is it too late to do something? :-)
Um…it actually isn’t. I’m pretty sure my mom would let me out. If not I could sneak out the window.
Emi: No its totally not
Yuzu: Is that sarcasm, love?
Emi: No
Yuzu: Okay then, do I pick you up or will you meet me somewhere?
Emi: I’ll meet you
Yuzu: Okay. Lets meet at the park by the ice rink in 10 minutes.
Emi: See you there!
Quickly, I look for some jeans and an oversized sweater to wear. I walk out the door and my mom didn’t say anything. I have to walk to the park since I don’t have a driving license or a bike. I was halfway to the park when a car stops next to me. The window rolls down to reveal a smiling Yuzuru.
“Hop in my car love.” I did as he asked and fastened my seat belt. He drove pretty fast and he was trying to change the music stadium at the same time, so he didn’t see the speed hump, and I thought I would die. Thankfully we didn’t.
We got to the park in one piece, but I could tell that he was as nervous as I was. We are sitting on the swings just swinging in the moonlight. We swung for about an hour talking about pointless things. I learnt that he’s always wanted to be a figure skater but his parents don’t approve. He learnt that I’ve always wanted to be a skater too but I didn’t have the confidence to think I was good enough. I learnt he love Winnie the Pooh. He’s Japanese. He’s 19. He doesn’t go to a real college since he takes online classes. But he will be moving to London soon for training since he is serious about the career. Eventually it got silent, but he broke it.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked while looking into my eyes.
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So this is like my first fanfic that I wrote for my friend. She loves Yuzuru Hanyu so yeah. I hope you people like it.
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Give Me Love
FanfikceI was a quiet girl. I didn't talk to people, but when I did, I pushed them away after five minutes. He was the exception though. He was the one who opened my eyes. He made me realize that I needed change.