The snow fall has almost stopped now, only a few occasional flakes falling down. In front of me, a little girl falls flat on her ass and starts crying. Her father skates over and picks her up. I turn the collar of my jacket upright and try to hide. I don’t necessarily have to speak to Brendon at all.
I still see him as he and the others enter the rink. Jon’s alright on skates, taking a few careful strides before he finds Cassie in the mix of people going clockwise. Patrick’s also got the whole skating thing figured out, but Ian is trying hard to stand upright. Brendon’s doing better, but he’s clutching onto Shane, who’s laughing.
I hope that the both of them fall down on their asses, break their hips, and get hospitalised for the rest of winter.
Alex pushes him up against the side of the bus, his hands on Jack’s face like he’s going to kiss him, and Jack finds his own hands falling automatically to Alex’s waist to pull him in. But Alex doesn’t kiss him, he just stares at him hard. Jack can count on his fingers the number of times he hasn’t been able to read Alex’s face, and this is one of them.
I don’t even have words for how amazing this is. The characterisation is perfect, and it’s porny in a way that’s believable, and it’s just pretty much downright hilarious. It’s just—I can’t even explain. Read it.