12. Bambi, ice skater version

I handed the dude behind the counter my money and in exchange, he handed me the size seven skates.

We rented a locker; placed our shoes, keys, and phones inside before shutting it close. Locking the supplies inside.

"You know, I'm only doing this because I promised to make this day the best one ever." Blake told me.

I sat down and began to carefully out the brown skates with a freshly sharpened blade over my first foot.

"You're a football player, you should have amazing balance." I grin. Finishing tying up my one shoe. I looked over and saw Blake was struggling. So being the kind person I an, I grabbed his laces from his hand and started to wrap it around the hooks.

When I finished with both of his ice-skates, I moved onto my last one. Tying the lace as quick as I could.

"This is gonna end with me breaking an ankle." Blake, I hopefully was joking, says. Trying to find the balance before standing up.

"If this makes you feel better, I don't know how to drive a truck." I grin. "So you'll be out if luck."

He smiled down at me. Even though we were sitting, he was still taller than me.

I stood up without any hesitation while Blake still had trouble finding his center balance.

"Need help?" I ask. Standing in front of him.

He looked up. "Of course not."

"Okay." I cross my arms.

After about a minute of him struggling he looked back up at me, "yes please."

I held out both of my hands, waiting for him to suck of his dignity and accept my help.

Instead of naturally steadying himself out, his hands landed hard on my shoulder; almost knocking me over.

I started to laugh as Blake struggled to readjust himself, with my help of course.

"Got it. Got it. Got it," I heard him mumble right after he finally found his center of balance.

"You sure?" I ask, still holding onto him.

He smiled, "hundred percent."

"Alright," I smirk, releasing my grip.

I was defiantly shocked and I'm pretty sure he was too at himself.

"Now we had to the ice." I smile, beginning to walk towards the didn't glass doors that lead onto the ice rink.

His smile dropped. "Wait what?"

"You have to walk to the ice." I tell him again. "Have you never been ice skating before"

"Is it that obvious?" He grinned.

"Just a tiny bit," I smile.

"This is the one time imma physically ask for your help," He tells me.

"I'll keep that in mind," I smile before walking over.

He interlinked his arm with mine, putting almost all his weight on top of me as we made our way to the rink. Grinning I opened the door to him and let him balance in the railing. It was like watching a little kid making his way onto the ice for the first time.

I got on without any problems. Blake on the other hand looked like an actual representation of Bambi going on ice for the first time. His legs sliding while he gripped the wall available. Soon enough, he fell onto his butt with a loud smack. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold in my laughter.

"A little help please?" He smiled, looking up at me. "It's a little cold."

"I thought you were only gonna ask me for help once?" I smile, skating towards him.

"Touché." He grinned.

I watched him as he struggled to get up back onto his feet. And it was very enjoyable. I'm pretty sure he went into the splits for a split-second before making the face if pain. I skates over toward him smiled.

He grabbed my available hand and after I pulled him up to the wall. He held it strongly and kept his trip on my shoulder.

"Did you ever try hockey?" I joke.

"Hilarious." He says in a fake angry tone. You can't smile when you're angry. So you can't be angry at the person who is making sure you don't fall again.

"Come on," I begin to move.

"Julia!" He yelled, losing grip of my shoulder.

I quickly slid back and grabbed him before he pulled another Bambi.

"Maybe we should focus on your balancing right now," I smile as friendly as possible. Finally I found something the social king doesn't know how to do.

"Agreed." He smiled back. Holding in laughter.

"How the heck can you do that?" Blake eyes widened when I finished my Mohawk turn. Which is basically a turn where you switch feet during the turn.

I pulled out of it and skated towards him. "It's actually a funny story."

"Please share because last time I checked, you weren't an athlete yet here you are. Owning the ice." I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

"Well my family use to go ice skating every winter so I sorta taught myself some tricks then," I tell him. "Then surprisingly my Step-dad Chance father was a professional ice-skater who taught him how to ice skate. So last year when I was staying with them, we all went ice skating, he learned I could do a lot of things and taught me other type of turns."

"That's amazing." He smiled. Making me smile back at him.

"Your turn." I smile.

"Wait what!" He yelled in shock. Causing a few people turn their head to look at us.

"Yeah let's see you do it." I grin, skating closer to him.

His face dropped in fear. "Oh. Okay. Yeah I got this."

"Kidding!" I yell. Making him jump physically off the ice and landing back on it with a loud thud.

"Oh my god." I squat down to him.

He coughed. "I think it's time to go home."

Smiling I nod. "I think you're right.

We handed in our skates, grabbed our stuff from the locker, and got ready to leave.

Blake wasn't kidding. Today was amazing and nothing could ruin it now.

"Can I get two milk chocolate, hit chocolates please?" Blake asked the barista.

Blake handed him the money and he quickly got to work on our orders. We waited at the receiving area due to the fact I need to be home before my dad is.

Sooner or later, teenagers from East high started to enter in the café. Which meant school just got out. Which also meant my father will be home very soon.

Taking a deep breath, I didn't bother thinking of it.

"Here you go." Blake smiled, handing me my hot chocolate.

"Thank you very much," I can't help, but grin.

When we walked out of the café, the snow has stopped falling from the clouds and sky above. The magically winter wonderland began to melt from the sun that shined its hit rays onto it.

"Thank you so much for the amazing day." I tell Blake once he pulled into the parking space.

He flashed me a quick smile, "actually if it was amazing spending the​ day with you."

I could feel my cheeks burn. I slid out if the car and waited for Blake.

We ran up the stairs and before I could say goodbye, my dad opened up the front door.

"Julia Lee!" He yelled. Not noticing Blake obviously.

Oh lord, grab the holy water. I'm gonna need to start praying for a miracle.

"Before you yell at her. I want to tell you Mr. Lee this was all my idea." Blake butted in.

Dad took one look at Blake and smiled. "I didn't realize who she was with."

What the heck? His angry attitude is nowhere to be seen. How does that even happen?

"Blake my car is making some weird noises lately. You mind checking it out sometime?" My dad completely change the subject.

"Of course Mr. Lee."

"Oh no call me Patrick." He smiles friendly. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter. Have a good day."

"You too Mr. Lee, I mean Patrick."

Dad shut the door and turned to me. "He's such a nice man."

"Yeah." I grin.

What the heck? Also if this was my mother, I would of had my head on a stake.