Levi Sumner, a happy go lucky instrumentalist adopted into an African American home, has to face a world that believed he didn't belong. Soon, however, he meets a girl named Amora Wisely. She, too, was living life on edge.
After the murder of her si...
All I think about is skating when it comes to this song🥰
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Milo walked over to me and Celean, "Here you go."
I took the skates from him, "Thanks." They were purple white light-up white wheels. Cute.
He smiled, "No prob."
We all sat down and put our skates on. I was trying not to pay attention to any of the band, and hoped they wouldn't notice me either. I didn't like unexpected confrontation.
I stood up and started rolling backwards by accident and almost fell, but Milo caught me from behind.
"T-thank you, I thought I was about to die," I laughed nervously.
"Been a while, hm?" Milo joined in on my chuckling and helped me stand up straight.
"Yeah."
Celean was watching the both of us with a smirk, coughing, "Well imma go find some single ladies. Have fun kiddos!"
I blinked, "H-hey!"
Don't leave me, I prayed. She was supposed to be my safe escape.
"What's up with her?" Milo asked.
"Who even knows."
He held his hand out in front of me. I was surprised to see he had nice hands as well. He must have really been Unseeing's first guitarist.
Even as I looked at his palm, all I could think of was Levi's veins.
I cleared my throat.
Milo smirked and wiggled his fingers, which were all adorned with silver rings. "Come on. You know you need some help."
I rolled my eyes and took his hand, "Fine."
He slowly started to roll around with me, not approaching the rink yet until I got used to the balance again. I was so nervous. What if my palms start sweating?
