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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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“I think we're done here.”
He was sixteen, and his heart hurt. She had just handed him the box of mixed tapes and hoodies and the stuffed animal he had won for her at the fair a few weeks ago. His first break up hit him harder than anything he could remember. All the falls and bruised knees and broken bones from skating seemed like nothing compared to this. Physically, he was perfect. But nowadays, all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and shut out the rest of the world, of all his friends' sympathetic words and looks, of his mother's worried glances.
He wants to cry, for the first time since he gave up all his dreams for a normal life. He wants to wear black and think about all the late night phone calls, all the whispered promises, all the hours he'd spent thinking about her smile, her laugh, her hair. He wants to forget she ever existed, that he even spent time with her, but the dull pain in his chest makes sure he never forgets.
And eventually, his family gets snippy with his angst, David refusing to let him into the house if all he was going to do was 'whine and listen to emo crap'. So he wanders the streets, not wanting the comfort of friends. Somehow, he finds his way back to the rink. He goes in, just to see if anything's changed, and he never, ever wants to leave. He breathes in the smell of ice, the exhaust of the Zamboni, and he just wants to be on the ice, more than he's ever wanted anything before.
So he goes home and gets his skates, a little small on his feet but still comfortable, and he skates and skates and skates. And no one's around and his helmet keeps sliding off his too big head, but he pulls every turn off flawlessly, and his name is still etched onto the wood panelling, dull with years of wear, but still there. And he's never felt more alive, more free. And he knows that this is what he's supposed to be doing, what makes him happy and filled with something.
He sees the smile on his mom's face when he gets home later than usual that night, way past dinner. And he knows if it weren't for the fact that he finally had a smile on his face, and his skates in hand, she would've grounded him well into next year. But he's happy, and she's happy he's happy, and he gives her a big hug and a smacking kiss on the cheek before going to bed, realizing that the sooner he does, the sooner he could be finished with school, and skating around the rink.
The pain in his chest is gone within the week.
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A/N gahhhh stupid world limits >.<
sorry the last two parts have been so short :/
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PLEASE CONTINUE! :D
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