The Monday Morning Theory

Twenty-Four

"Okay, I'm beginning to regret choosing ice skating for our first date."

"Aww, cheer up, Trish. At least you know now not to wear grey pants when you can't skate, right?"

"I didn't know you competed for ice skating throughout high school! I thought we'd both be new to this so we'd both look dumb!"

"Stop freaking out and let me teach you, then."

"I've fallen flat on my ass so many times, my jeans are already soaked. Can we go somewhere else? Like watch a movie or something instead?"

"I'm enjoying this, though!"

"That's only because you keep laughing at me!"

"Come on, just let me teach you how to skate."

"Okay, fine."

"Come here."

"Ah, looking for an excuse to hold my hand, Mella?"

"You know I can easily drag you to the middle of the rink and leave you there, right?"

"I will literally cry. Don't do that s**t-holy s**t, Mella, slow down!"

"Just hold on, babe, it's-oh my god, are you alright? You literally tripped over nothing!"

"Shut up, I get distracted when you call me 'babe'! Help me up!"

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

"Hey, help me up, Mella!"

"Looking for an excuse to hold my hand, Trish?"

"I hate you, you know that?"

"Oh, please. You like me too much."

"This is bullying. I don't know how to get up."

"I'll help you up in one condition. You cook dinner for me tonight."

"Okay, okay, I promise."

"And you'll buy me ice cream?"

"Yes, yes, anything you want. People are staring, oh my god, help me up."

"Okay, come here."

"My ass is soaked. I hate this."

"Not so tough now, huh?"