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Till was waiting at the ice skating rink. She was wearing a white skirt with a black sweatshirt that she may or may not have stolen from Ivan. She was obviously worried about how this date was going to go, you could even see it on her face.
Till was always an emotion driven woman, but especially today she was terrified. Ivan said she wanted to talk to her, and she had no idea what that could possibly mean. I mean, she thinks she likes Ivan, but she’s not too sure. Figuring out your own emotions is so hard.
She signed angrily and sat down. Ivan and her really never put a label on what was between them, and Till wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Maybe she liked not having a label, her parents did always say dating a girl was wrong, but god does she want to kiss that girl.
Till was getting lost in her thoughts before she heard that familiar, but annoying voice. Ivan came from wherever she was, and she stunk like sweat! She probably just got back from football practice. “You stink!” Till spoke out, obviously looking flustered. Ivan just smiled and let out a chuckle.
“Thanks for the commentary Till, now let me get my skates on.” Till rolled her eyes, but made room for Ivan to sit next to her. Till wanted so desperately in this moment to hold Ivan’s hand, but she wouldn’t allow herself that pleasure.
Ivan sat up, offering her hand to Till. Till supposed this wasn’t really holding hands… Ivan was only helping her up. Till smiled and took Ivan’s hand, shakily standing up, it was her first time on skates after all. “Need help to get on the ice?” Ivan smiled, looking down at Till.
Till paused for a moment, it wasn’t gay to get help from your friends. We’re they even friends? Till still wasn’t sure of their label! Ivan smiled again at Till, releasing her hand. Till frowned, she didn’t truly want that; but being with Ivan was hard, for Till never knew what she wanted when it came to Ivan. But right now, she wanted to hold her hand.
Till quickly held Ivan's hand, flustered. “I want help getting to the ice.” Ivan let out a slight smile at Till. “Yeah?” Ivan said. “Yeah.” Till mustered out, scratching the back of her neck.
Ivan took her time getting Till to the ice, enjoying holding her hand. Getting onto the ice, Till immediately fell on her butt. Ivan burst out in laughter. Till growled in anger “Are you going to help me up?!” She growled, her anger now directed at Ivan.
“I’m sorry! I’ll help you up!” Ivan said, trying to contain her giggle. Till huffed and rolled her eyes as Ivan extended her hand. Till made a whole show of accepting Ivan’s help, taking her hand and shakily standing up.
“Do you know how to ice skate?” Ivan asked as soon as Till got on her feet. Till nodded her head side to side. Till was a bit embarrassed, who agreed to an ice skating datttee… hang out without knowing how to ice skate. “You have to bend your knees and lean forward. Want to practice?”
Till blushed embarrassed, bending her knees and trying to lean forward. Ivan squeezed her hand. “I’ll hold your hand, and if you fall down then we fall down, together.” Till smiled anxiously, putting one foot forward then pushing herself forward.
“I’m doing it Ivan! I’m really doing it!” Ivan smiled. “Are you ready for me to let your hand go?” Till nodded, releasing Ivan's hand herself and going even faster. “This is so fun!” Ivan chuckled, trying to keep up with Till. “Do you need to hold my hand?” Till teased, laughing at Ivan before she ran into a wall.
Ivan sat right behind Till, before bursting into laughter. Till also burst into laughter, sitting up and falling into Ivan’s arms. “Are you ready to go back? Are you driving me home?” Ivan took Till’s hand, leading him to the entrance. “Yeah, I'll drive you back home.”
Ivan and Till both took off their skates, giving them back to the owner they rented them from. They both walked back to Ivan's car. Till sat in the passenger's seat, where he belonged. Ivan turned on the car, starting to drive.
“Are you ready to talk?” Ivan said, interrupting the perfect silence Till had. “Oh right, we have to talk.” Till shrugged, trying her hardest to hide her anxiety. Ivan sat in silence a moment before starting with what she wanted to talk about.
“What are we?” Ivan asked. “And I want a straight answer.” Ivan continued. Till sat in silence for a moment, not sure how to answer. She was scared to answer, she still didn’t know what she even wanted. She started playing with her fingers. Did she want to date Ivan? She did, she really did, but it was wrong.
“I want to date you, but…” Till paused, giving Ivan time to interrupt. “But what. I want you Till. I want to go on dates and kiss you in public. I want us to be a couple.” Till took a deep breath, finally making her choice. “I want you Ivan, I want to date you too.”
Ivan immediately stopped the car, looking Till straight in the face. Till took a deep breath, preparing for the worst. Was this a mistake? Should she even be with Ivan? All the thoughts rushed through her head before Ivan’s lips landed on her own.
Ivan's lips were chapped, the true spirit of a jock Till supposed. Till immediately kissed back as soon as she realized. She loved this, dating a woman was scary; but she loved this. Till and Ivan both smiled into the kiss, enjoying it. They both separated, before immediately kissing once again. They kept kissing each other, enjoying their new relationship.
Till didn’t regret her choice, and neither did Ivan. They both knew they were going to be happy for a long time.