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Re: Shaved Ice-A crappy novel by Effie
« Reply #15 on: April 20, 2018, 10:42:48 PM »
Ok. The end. FIN.

He didn’t like figure skating. It was plain and simple-Ray really didn’t like most sports. Though he was quick and agile, had great spatial sense and aim, and he did well in volleyball and archery, he really wasn’t too much of a fan of either.

He was a nerd. Not a jock, a geek with a body meant for volleyball and archery. Sports weren’t his bag.

Though he had to admit, he found himself smiling involuntarily as Miles skated onto the ice, his usual look of blues and greens replaced by a flashy blood-red and violet costume. Fiona nudged him. “You’re grinning like an idiot.”

“Oh shut up, you devious fox,” He muttered with a huff. “Telling us you were aromantic like that was cruel.” Over the past twenty-four hours, it had become increasingly apparent (to him at least) that she was a master of deception, and she generally knew a lot more than she let on. She was tricky, she was smart, she was observant, and she’d completely duped Ray into realizing his feelings. He had to admire someone like her, and how clever she was. It was certainly a pleasant bonus to know his feelings for Miles were mutual, even if the kissing, the confessions… everything had been more than shocking and less than perfect.

“It ain't my fault you were projecting your affections onto me. And it worked out.” Fiona simply chuckled as Miles began his much more lighthearted program (with his knee brace that time, thank god), and though he very well knew that yes, he was smiling a lot more than he usually did, he really couldn’t help it as the blond boy on ice passed their section of the audience. Though Ray knew the cute blond boy couldn’t possibly pinpoint their exact location in the stands, he swore he saw seafoam eyes wink mischievously at him as he skated by and despite himself, Ray felt an unusual warmth in his chest, something he hadn’t really experienced before his crush had developed. He shook his head with a sigh and a little chuckle to himself, watching Miles’ carefully predicted turns and twists. Miles *censored*ing Verde is turning me soft.

And I don’t even mind it.

What an absurd sixteenth birthday.

“What’s 86 times 3?”

“258,” Ray replied simply, finishing the last sentence of the chapter he was reading before setting the book down and pushing himself off the bed. With a yawn, he peered over Miles’ shoulder. “I did that page already. The answer’s 1837 square kilometres.”

The blond boy scribbled down the answer, before closing the textbook with a huff and glaring up at him. “You treat me like I’m five years old sometimes. I can do math.”

Despite the fact he was feeling anything but confident, Ray smiled. “Haha. Your marks would say differently.” Miles rolled his eyes and looked like he was going to argue, but the tall boy cut him off. “Hey, stop complaining for a second. We should talk, without the benefit of being high on dopamine and adrenaline.”

He swore he could see the light go from Miles’ eyes. The blond nodded anyway. “Yeah. I guess we should.”

“I…” Ray trailed off at the first word-he could have sworn that he had some sort of speech, a game plan, something planned out when he’d approached Miles, but he was drawing a blank, and it was throwing him off guard. What did he say? What could he say? ‘Hey, you’re great, and I think I’m completely head over heels for you, but we shouldn’t do this because I suck at romance?’ It was too blunt, and he knew better than to open his mouth at that moment.

As usual, Miles filled in the silence, but his tone was unusually… flat. It made the Spanish boy guilty, to say the least, and he desperately searched for the right words as his old friend began, “Look, Ray, I know I shouldn’t have kissed you, and if you want to forget about it, we can-”

“No!” The frantic word seemed to have momentarily shocked them both into silence-Ray couldn’t remember the last time his emotions had shown so clearly in his voice. He didn’t like it, but he had a feeling it was his best shot. “Miles, I… I’m not…” His brain wasn’t working properly, and with a long sigh, he stared helplessly into Miles’ curious look. How can I possibly be so bad at this?

He was half expecting the boy in front of him to tell him to forget it, that the entire thing was a mistake, something along the lines of the typical Verde emotional shutdown, but as his brain frantically whirred, searching for something to say, Miles simply peered back at him patiently. Ray could see he so clearly wanted to say something as worry lines spread across his forehead and he furrowed his brow. It wasn’t the least bit fair to have him in such a tizzy, and with a shaky breath, and a short prayer, Ray forced himself to speak.

“Miles, you… You know how I work by now.”

Slowly, the blond boy nodded, though was silent. Pushing black bangs out of his eyes nervously, the Spaniard nodded back. “I’m… I’m logical, Miles, and yesterday… Yesterday was the farthest *censored*ing thing from logical. I’m just…”

“Uncomfortable?” Miles supplied hesitantly, and Ray nodded. “Yes! Yes, I’m…” Briefly, he thought back to what Fiona had told him-uncomfortable felt like the right word. “I’m uncomfortable. But not… With the idea of dating you.”

He said nothing. It was making Ray even more nervous, and he swallowed hard.

“I think you’re…” A blush was working its way onto his face, he could feel it, and it was making everything feel a million times more embarrassing as he babbled, “You’re pretty incredible, Bubbles, between your skating and your family and school and… And…” He smiled a little at the reddish hue dancing over Miles cheeks as he admitted, “You’re pretty damn cute, and I’d love to squeeze the living daylights out of you if I was that kind of person.” The blond skater raised an eyebrow, but was silent as Ray continued his embarrassing ranting. “But I’m not. I’m just not, Miles, and you know I’m not. I’m so *censored*ing lost when it comes to emotions, Bubbles, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. And you want someone who… Who isn’t that. Who will… Who will think of kissing as something more romantic than an easy way to spread disease or having cute dates at coffee shops and movies better than just doing something mundane together… Who will get you.”

There was a thick moment of silence, before Miles cleared his throat and asked, “Are you done?”


The blond nodded, replying simply, “Okay.” Ray could feel his heart practically pounding its way out of his chest as he waited for more of a response. It felt wrong, and he could feel his anxiety welling up inside of him, thoughts of some sort of heart condition on the distant horizon on top of all his nerves already.

“Well, I… I think you get me,” Miles finally said after a long pause. “We’ve known each other for long enough, haven’t we?”

“Miles…” Ray trailed off again. He was lost, in completely new territory without any sort of knowledge. His relationship with Isolda didn’t provide much help, and otherwise, he wasn’t particularly well-versed in the area of romance.

“You saw what happened with Isolda,” Was the only thing he could think to say, even if it was a cold truth. “You know why it didn’t work. And I’m not about to lose someone I’ve known forever over the same thing.”

“Ray… That wasn’t completely your fault, you know…” Miles cocked his head. “Are you really worried you’re just going to cut me off? I’m not about to pull the same *censored* Isolda did… It takes two, you know.”

He knew. Oh, he knew, whether it be from the times him and Mari had been trying to convince their mother who was guilty or his messy last few months with Isolda and their broken relationship. It took two, it always did.

“It… It also takes two to make something work,” The blond reminded him hesitantly, his green gaze focused on the bedspread. “I… I don’t know a lot about romance, Ray, and I don’t know if this would work, but I swear I saw fireworks when we kissed, and I’m not a good kisser to begin with.”

Fireworks was a strong word… An illogical word, some part of his brain added, but Ray ignored it. He got the idea, and he had to agree to a certain extent-they had chemistry that hadn’t been around with Isolda. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“I’m… I’m a nerd whose biggest concern is what pointless invention I’ll be making next and looking for the logic in things,” Ray began hesitantly, crossing his arms protectively over his chest. “And you’re an international athlete with hearts in his eyes. This… I don’t like not knowing if something will work or not.”

Miles offered him a smile and a simple deal. “We can try our damndest though.”

For a long moment the taller boy hesitated. Was it really a good idea to try and get romantically involved with anyone, especially Miles? Though he lacked the sass and attitude Isolda had, the blond boy and her were remarkably the same, and Ray couldn’t find a clear outcome as he ran variables through his head. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to Miles’ hopefully face, scanning it as if it held answers. Though he’d been looking for something logical, something to snap him out of his enamoured stupor, the freckles across the blond’s nose, the way his glasses slid too far down, the too-optimistic smile… Ray shook his head with a sigh and a little smile of his own. “We… Can certainly try our damndest, Bubbles.”

Miles was elated. He was more than elated-elated was the understatement of the year. He’d won silver, but he certainly felt like he’d won gold.

He was in some sort of relationship with Ray. Sure, it was unsteady, sure, there were some major things that needed to be addressed, but as he let off steam alone in the dance studio, all of that could be overlooked, even if it was just until they returned to Ontario.

Things were going good. For once, he felt like he was winning at life instead of grasping at threads of happiness. It was a nice change, and he grinned to himself as the chorus of the rock song came through his earbuds. He almost always danced to rock to celebrate after a particularly exciting win. It was a good way to let off steam, and it was a rare time where he wasn’t limited to his music choices. It was also the most satisfying genre to blast at full volume, between the heavy bass and drum lines and electric guitar solos.

So he was a little more than surprised as someone tapped him on the shoulder. Miles nearly jumped out of his skin, simultaneously spinning around and pausing his music. “Geez! You scared me straight! What do you…” As he focused on the person in front of him, the blond paused, pulling out his earbuds. “Hey… Jonas. Sorry, I was startled…”

“It’s not a problem.” Jonas seemed just as amused as Miles was surprised. “It’s good to see you practicing. If you aren’t too busy, I would like to speak with you, however.”

“Yeah, of course.” Miles went to grab his shoes. He and Jonas had spoken after competitions before, and it was nice to have a conversation with someone who understood skating as much as he did. “Did you want to go somewhere, or…”

“Right here is fine.”

The short blond boy blinked in surprise, straightening up from where he’d been tying his shoelaces. “Are… Are you sure? I wasn’t practicing anything important, really.”

“Yes.” Jonas nodded once, his face as straight and unreadable as ever. Unlike Ray’s natural poker face, the Finnish coach’s expression had obviously been groomed to appear professional. “I will be brief. Don’t worry.”

Slowly, Miles nodded, pushing bangs out of his eyes. He was suddenly more curious than anything.

“Miles, you are incredibly talented, and your potential is massive,” Jonas began simply. “Your medal only proves that.”

“Oh… Well thank you. It means a lot coming from you.”

The coach nodded. “Excuse me for prying, but I am also aware that your financial and training situation is not always ideal for someone at your level of skill.”

Again, he nodded back. ”Yeah. It’s not always ideal, but I make do. Can I… Can I ask why you’re interested?”

The sandy brunette man nodded, his blue eyes piercing right through the blond as he replied, “Yes, of course. Miles, I think you’re perhaps one of the most talented skaters of this generation. And if possible, I would like to give you the best conditions possible to grow to your full potential.” The short skater blinked in confusion as the Finnish coach finally said, “I would love nothing more than to see you alongside Cole and Clementine.”

For a moment, the room was completely silent before Miles replied in obvious shock, “What?”

“I would like to coach you, Miles.” Jonas was completely serious and his eyes were hopeful as he continued, “So please. Come to Finland and become my student. I want to make you the best male skater in your time.”

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