SK8 2GETHER | @liamsloane
miles is unsure how he got here, really.
how he’d gathered the gall in his forever passive heart to speak up, throw a casual invite to dinky rink liam’s way. how he was now standing — very un-casually — against the wall of the rink, bright blue skates already laced, anxiously waiting for liam to arrive.
why liam actually agreed to this was possibly the most puzzling of all.
it would’ve been easy enough to pretend that this was nothing but two old friends reconnecting, with the promise of employee discounts on mediocre cheese pizza, crappy arcade games in desperate need of repairs, and an 80s themed skate session. that is, if he wasn’t who he is: a chronic overthinker who’s been single for far too long. instead, he’s stuck with the lingering thought that buzzes around in his brain like a fly — this is almost a date, isn’t it?
he shoves that thought back down as quickly as it resurfaces when liam enters through the doors and steps onto the garishly patterned neon flooring, and skates forward to greet him.
“hey! you actually came!” there’s a smile on his face, one of both genuine joy and extreme anxiety. “sorry about the, uh... smell? i’m pretty sure dave burned the corndogs again.”