The Ice star

Ice rink

I'm at the ice rink strapping on my ice skates, Jule's been here before, I remember seeing some pictures of her there with her family on facebook. Thank God that guy she brought wasn't her boyfriend, I like the fact she brought Rebecca too. 'Could it be that it's double date?' I think to myself, the skates are pretty tight, but they're in really good condition. I made sure I wore some thick ass jumpers too in case I make a serious dick of myself. But I have a better sense of balance than most, but who cares as long as Jule wants to go out with me again. We've only got one shot at this my little friends. I pull up my pants and make sure the extra layer of jogging bottoms I've got don't show. Jule's wearing a red puffer jacket, with a cute woolly hat and skinny jeans, Rebecca's wearing a purple ski jacket with white trousers and a bobble hat, they both brought beige woolly gloves. The guys pretty skinny looking, I'll probably find out he's an ex figure skater, with a Lambroghni, he looks a snowboarder with a cap style hat and ski jacket. But I'm quietly confident those youtube-videos will pay off. I'm wearing a leather jacket, and jeans, Jule looks so cute, the chalet style surroundings and superimposed cardboard ski slopes really brings out her smile, there's quite a few people on the ice, little kids are being pushed on ski sledges by parents, I watch one of the guys in hi-vis effortlessly glide in between everyone.
                Jule clings on the rail but slowly gets her footing and starts moving off. The guy starts moving off too. Shit. She turns back and smiles at me, I think to myself, 'By the gods of youtube I will skate'. That jackass is a pro or something, Jule waves me to come over to her.
"Bend your knees!" she yells.
"Wait, I got this." Thank fully I was able to move off the side rails, and pretty soon figured out how to catch up to her. The dude I forget his name, had already circled us twice, slowed back to us, luckily he was chatting to Rebecca. But in Danish. Jule says something back to them, they're probably checking to see how Rebecca's doing. "Is Rebecca Ok?" I don't want look like some kinds of clod.
"She'll be fine." She tells me offhandedly, we pair up for the rest of the hour, and I think to myself 'Maybe she's warming up to me after all.' Old skater boy turned out to be her cousin and a decent guy too. 'Jesus, please keep me out of the friend zone.' Became my subliminal mantra.
Is it wrong to call on the gods, to help a brother out in his time of need? Maybe the universe at last aligned, two kids wiz by us, compelled by force, as I reach to take her hand, she held mine and smiled.
                                  *
     I'm at the ice rink, I can't believe he managed to convince me to come here. I need to let go, not everyone's going to be like Robin, what a creep. I can't believe he hacked my account, sent that message or all those other messages I never read. But I'm here again, Kalvin's never been before, he doesn't seem nervous at all. I'm sort of glad Sam introduced me to him, he's such funny guy. The first time I saw him he came into the café I was working at, he couldn't speak a word of Danish but we stayed in touch. Maybe I need to stop thinking about what happened.
                I brought my cousin and Rebecca, I know Kal won't be like that. But I'd thought the same about Robin. But Kal's a sweetheart in a way. He thought my cousin Malthe was my boyfriend, and kept calling him 'Biscuits', even when Malthe was trying to show us how to skate properly, he kept calling him Butter cookie, I nearly fell over, I was laughing so much. But Kal would have caught me.
                I kissed him goodnight, maybe I shouldn't have. I'm glad it happened. I don't know why, but I feel safe with him, he's got cute dimples. He told me once 'If I had problems, with anything, he'd sort it out for me.' I've never met anyone like that before. I wonder if he means it. His friends all adore him.
'Is he involved in crime? He looks like a criminal I'm not sure you should hang out with boys, you remember what happened with Robin?' Would be what my mother would say. I'm going to tell her when I see her tomorrow for lunch. Maybe.
I told her, 'Why do you want to date someone so old?' she asked me, but I showed her his picture, and she looked strangely aroused. 'What does he do?' Oh dear, I thought quickly,
"he's a student."
"That old! A student? Doesn't he have a job?" she almost told the waitress to bring her another spoon, just at the thought of it.
"He wants to become a teacher." The more I thought, the more I convinced myself.
"Teachers make very little money Darling." She laughed, while she whirled her little finger in the air. "You should find someone like Emil, or Noah." Emil just wasn't the same as Kal. Noah's definitely into feet or something, but even if Emil had everything, and Kal was just some crazy guy, I'd pick him over anyone any time. "Why don't I find someone for you?"
"Mother, stop. You can't control who I want to see!" She was shocked, but she chuckled.
"Listen I'm only teasing you, darling," Now I was shocked. "But, bring him over for Christmas so that we can meet him." Dear God, what have I done. Maybe I should tell her I was joking now. But for some reason, I just didn't. My life just couldn't get any worse.