Thanks, Phanic_attheClique_ for giving me the idea of this chapter ♡♡

Ryan's pov:

"Oh, come on, you're just scared!", I told Brendon, who was crossing his arms at the door frame.

"I'm not scared!", he immediatly said back.

"Then go ice skating with me", I said, "come on, just two friends who are enjoying the winter time."

"I just dont want you to get hurt when you fall", he said, obviously lying.

"Brendon, you would be the first one who would laugh at me for falling", I chuckled, "you just can't admit the fact that there are things that you can't do."

"I can ice skate! I just dont... want to", he said.

"Come on, I'll hold you when you fall", I smirked at him, "if you dont go, I'll assume that you're too scared and will tell this everyone I know."

"You won't!", he said.

"Oh, I will, you know me", I chuckled.

"Alright!", he said, throwing his hands in the air, "lets do this!"

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We took the shoes the cashier gave us and stopped walking to put on the skates.

"You excited?", I asked smirking, but he just rolled his eyes.

"Why should I be excited? I can ice skate", he said, "this doesn't even look that hard to do."

"If you say so", I sighed, knowing he never ever was in this skates before.

He was slowly trying to stand up, his grip right around the wall we were surrounded by.

His eyes were wide and locked on the ice underneath his feed. I even saw his knuckled becoming white from the strong grip he had.

"Don't you wanna let go?", I asked, already skating a few rounds in front of him.

My moves were smooth and easy looking, but he didn't even respond. He just stared at his reflection on the ice.

"Come on Brendon, this is fun!", I said, smiling, stretching my arms out.

"For you maybe", he mumbled under his breath.

"Are you scared?", I asked with arisen eyebrows.

"No! I'm not, I just think we could've done something better than this!", he said, finally looking into my eyes.

"Please just try it!", I said.

"No", he said, shaking his head, "you can go and do your rounds, but I'll stand here. The sight is actually pretty good Here."

I stopped and stood still in front of him, sighing. He avoided any eye contact, but I caught a moment where his chocolate brown eyes met mine for a second.

"Please, bren", I said, holding my hand out, "take my hand and I'll hold you. You won't fall, believe me."

He stared at my hand, his whole body tensed up. He gulped and his eyes wandered to me again. He licked over his bottom lip with his  tongue nervously and slowly took my hand.

"I'll kill you if you let go of me", he said, focused on my hand.

"I will never let you go", I whispered, causing him to take a deep breath.

He slowly let go of the wall and stood still, trying to balance on his feed.

He stood up straighter, but immediatly lost the balance again, causing him to also grab my other arm.

"Sorry", he mumbled.

"Its ok, I'm gonna hold you", I said, smiling at him. His eyes began to shine at me and it released something I knew I felt before a lot. I knew these feelings, but I tried to avoid them, but damn. His eyes were so fucking perfect tonight.

"You alright?", he asked, chuckling, "you were staring."

"Stop dreaming and now concentrate on your balance, we have to work on that", I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, but he just smirked at me.... how can I be calm then?

"Let's do some rounds", I said, wanting to pull him with me, but his whole body tensed up again, causing him to loose his balance. He slipped over the ice and was about to fall, but I quickly held him.

"I told you, I'm gonna hold you", I said, "you can trust me."

"Alright", he said, standing up, "I trust you."

Brendon was standing on both of his feed again, taking a deep breath.

I smiled and pulled him carefully with me.

"Do the same thing as I do", I said, causing him to nod. He  imitated my movements and after a few tries he was pretty good at it. But he still didn't want to let go of me.

"See! You can ice skate!", I said, smiling bright at him.

"I told you I can do it", he said.

"Can't you say 'thank you' at least once?", I asked, rolling my eyes.

"You know me", he chuckled.

"I'll let go of you now and you'll try to do it on your own, alright?", I asked, but he just shook his head.

"No!", he said, gripping my hand just tighter, "what about I'll hold your hand when we skate?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out of it, I just nod.
A big smile appeared on his face and we both skated the whole evening with the stars shining at us.

It was one of the most beautiful moments in my life and I think he thought the same.

"Ryan?", he asked me after a while.

"Yeah."

"Thank you", he mumbled, looking softly into my eyes, "I mean it."

He squeezed my hand slightly and started to ice skate again, this time just faster, but I didn't follow. I was petrified, he never says 'thanks' to most of the people and actually meant it.

"Won't you come?", he asked, smirking at me.

I smiled and skated after him.

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5.12.

White Christmas - Michael bublé

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