Don't Be A Dingus; Byler ??

30- He Likes It Cold

As Mike and Will left the counter the brunette couldn't help but be curious, "So how exactly do you know that man at the counter?"

Chuckling, memories of his childhood flooding back to Mike, "Oh, you remember how when we were in middle school, and I had to go to a club like every other day?"

"Yeah..." Will furrowed his brows, "The one you refused to tell us about?"

"Yeah, it wasn't a club. It was here!" Mike announced, "Nancy wanted to be a figure skater when she was small and my mum decided it was a perfect opportunity for some 'sibling bonding'." he laughed,

"Woah!" the brunette's eyes widened with interest, "Nancy wanted to be a figure skater?" he repeated the question in disbelief, "Wow, I still can't believe that!"

"Well you better, she was amazing at it; she even taught me some moves." the ravenette rolled his eyes, "She loved it but eventually she decided it wasn't for her; she still comes here sometimes though... to help teach some of the youth."

"Really? How come she never mentioned it?" Will furrowed his brows.

"Probably embarrassed I guess." Mike shrugged.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Figure skating sounds freaking awesome!" Will's eyes gleamed.

"People didn't take her seriously back then; they thought it was a 'waste of her talents'." The ravenette shrugged,

"Aww," the brunette frowned, feeling bad for her.

"It's not all bad though," Mike smiled, "After she quit skating, she discovered journalism, and she loved it even more... she never stop talking about her stories."

"Well I'm glad." Will smiled, glad that Nancy's story had a happy ending, as he spoke again in a teasing manner, "So you're like a pro at this then?"

"You could say that!" Mike smiled, a bit more confident now,

Will looked at Mike with a mischievous grin, "Well, well, you're gonna have to teach me everything you know."

"Of course, I'd love to show you. Let's just hope I'm not too shabby." Mike chuckled feeling excitement and nervousness.

As they sat down on some seats to tie their skates, the brunette eagerly laced his own; his fingers slightly clumsy from the cold and excitement; the skates were a little tight and it hurt, but as long as they stayed secured to his feet, right?

Mike was quick to finish lacing his skates as he had done many times before, watching fondly as Will stuck his tongue out in concentration, struggling to adjust his shoes just right.

Mike smiled, standing from his seating before Will, "Need help?" he beamed, pointing to the shoes,

Will looked up, his cheeks pink from the chill and flustered from Mike's adorable expression, "Yes please." he nodded.

The ravenette smiled, getting on one knee as he untied the laces the brunette had just done, allowing them to be a bit loose, ensuring them to not provide any discomfort and yet remain steady. Will's heart skipped a beat at the closeness, looking at the top of Mike's head with a grateful smile.