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“You’re fifteen minutes late Ian. I'm freezing, dude.” Said the voice of Ian’s figure skating partner, Rachel Milkovich. She was wearing a black pair of thick thighs, the kind made to look like you’re wearing the thin ones, a pair of black mini shorts , pair of fingerless, black gloves and her black jacket with what he guessed was a long sleeved under. It was not that different from Ian, who was wearing a long sleeved, tight black shirt under his green jacket paired with dark blue jeans and an old pair of converse. Her converse were more beaten up and worn out then his and her dirty blond, basically light brown, hair had small braids dotted around in it.
“Sorry, Fiona forgot to give the kids their lunches, and I had to run after them.” He excused as he walked up to the brunet. She turned to face the double doors to the ice rink, adjusting the duffel bag on her shoulder as she did so. The sign over them read Southside Chicago Ice Rink and as Ian looked inside he spotted a banner with Chicago Blackhawks in big writing and the mascot next to it.
“That better be the truth or else I swear, I will get my cousin to beat you up.” She threatened as the pair walked into the ice rink. “Speaking of the devil.” She said as she looked into the rink. It was a Tuesday morning so the only people normally there, other than the pair, were the workers and some of the hockey players. “I can’t believe you and Mick made that weird work together thingy yesterday.” she said as she took off the duffel she’d been carrying. “You didn’t have to drag me into it.”
“I did though.” Ian exclaimed. “Need to show him the real shit, you know?” Rachel just rolled her eyes.
“Hey Rachel, Ian.” The young worker, just around their age, Trevor, greeted them.
“Hey Trev." Rachel greeted as she was pulling her skates out of the bag, shoving the bag, her jacket and shoes into one of the lockers in the hall. She turned back to Ian, who was doing the same thing. “I'm just saying it doesn't need to be me. You could have bought Karen or Dylan, but no it had to be me, right?” she said angrily shoving her feet into her skates.
“Oh by the way guys, i just overheard Mickey’s ask his friend Why the fuck is Rachel here?” Trevor told the pair, as he laughed. They sat on the floor lacing their skates. Rachel looked at Ian with a look that only said See!!! Ian just shoved one of his middle fingers in her face as he stood up to walk into the rink.
“I thought it was an idea, okay? Now please fuck off.” He told the girl as he gave her his hand to help her stand up.
The pair walked over to the door to the rink and stepped in. The cold air hitting them right in the face. "Shit. S’cold.” The girl said, stepping onto the ice. “Hey dickface!” She yelled skating over to the boy with jet black hair and blue eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here bitch?” The boy asked, hugging her as she glided over to him.
“Ask Ian.” She said, pointing over to the boy with the red hair.
Next to Mickey, Ian noticed a guy, around their age, blond hair and brown eyes, who was standing and talking with his partner. “Hey.” He said skating up to the cousins. “I had an idea!” He exclaimed, stopping up next to the dirty blond.
“You can’t complain if you bought the company as well.” Rachel said, pointing to the blond guy, as she hugged him by the side. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black ice hockey skates. He was taller than the two cousins next to him, but not by a lot.
“We had practice. Was gonna tell Louie to leave until your ass showed up.” The black haired boy said, trying to hit the dirty blond’s ankles with the hockey stick in his hands.
“Stop it, asswipe!” She exclaimed as she shoved the black haired boy. The blond was just standing and laughing at the two. “I’ll get Ronny, if you don’t.” She said trying to hit her cousin.
“Chill your tits, bitch! Plus uncle Ronny couldn’t give to flying fucks anyway.” He stood up, dusting ice off his Team USA sweatpants that the winter olympic athletes had gotten about a week ago. “We’re gonna start or what?”
“I call music!” The dirty blond yelled skating over to one of the benches where she had a small bluetooth speaker hidden for the pairs practices. “Why not show these assholes how to skate?” She asked Ian, turning the speaker on and connecting her phone.
Ian skated up to her. “Which routine?” he asked as he stopped to look at the playlist of songs. “Lover?” She nodded and smirked, turning the music on and skating out to the middle of the rink.
The routine started off with the two in the middle of the rink followed by a few turns, spins and rounds around the rink. Their routine was one of their simple ones but hard enough to impress the stick swingers. It was still beautiful nonetheless. They did this beautiful thing where Rachel would swing into Ian’s arms and around the top half of his body and he would then carry her as he spun around. There was also a part where Ian would be skating backwards holding Rachel's hands and swing her in-between his legs, then turn around and pick her up, spinning her around.
The two hockey players looked stunned as they finished their routine. The blond had been staring at Rachel the whole time, his jaw almost hit the ice. “That was like… amazing wtf.” The blond exclaimed, gliding over to the figure skaters. “Is it the Olympics one or?” he asked, looking only at the dirty blond.
“"It's an old routine from a computation last year, it is a good practice routine but not the one we've been working on for the Olympics.” She smiled as she hugged the blond boy. She looked over at her cousin who stood by the bench where the speaker was. “Come on Mick, you know you wanna say it.” she said as he moved over to the rest of the group.
“Okay okay it was… fine.” He said angrily. “better not make me do any of that shit though.” Rachel laughed and went over to show him how to spin elegantly.
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Rachel was turning and spinning, trying to teach the blond boy, who Ian had learned was Louie Baker, Mickey’s best friend and teammate from the men’s Olympic hockey team. They were laughing and giggling, all cute and lovey dovey. It was very obvious that they liked each other. Ian was sipping on the water Trevor had handed him a few minutes ago.
Mickey sat down next to him with a heavy sigh.
“You know when I said you could show me some moves I didn't mean for you to start playing match maker with my cousin.” Mickey said as he was staring at the two blondes.
“Sorry, but you've got to say they are pretty cute together.” Ian pointed out. Rachel had told him about Louie and the fact that she finds him cute and dorky in a flirty, sex way. He had to say Louie matched her freak.
“Fuck you.” Mickey barked back. “As if that jerk is gonna fuck around with her heart, not under my watch.”
Ian laughed at the statement. Mickey was just a tat too late, Rachel was basically planning a wedding. Head over heels was an understatement. Mickey took a sip of his own water while he was looking at the pair on the ice.
“Should we hit the ice? Maybe I can show you real talent?” He said with a smirk on his lips.
“You did not just say that Milkovich.” Ian said, standing up with a determined look on his face. “You are going down, you and that stick of ours.”
They both raced around the rink. Ian laughed as he was almost a full lap ahead of the hockey player. Mickey stopped hard, making the ice turn into snow that sprayed on Ian. Ian gave him a stun look as he tackled the black haired boy onto the ice. They were play fighting on the ice. Ian could feel the blush on his cheeks creeping up, but chose to blame it on the ice rink being cold.
After a while they heard a sharp cough from above them. It was Rachel. She was smiling at the pair laying on the ice. “Okay lovebirds, we get it.” The comment made Mickey blush, Ian could see it from the corner of his eye.
“Fuck you.” Mickey said, flipping Rachel off as he got up from the ice. “You and Louie might as well be making out over there.” He said pointing to the blond boy. They two started fighting and Ian couldn’t help the smile form on his lips.