Bit 7 Chapter VII - Collide

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After dinner, all the campers and staff members headed to the skating arena, Erika tagged along behind the rest of the crowd.

“Come on, pick up the pace, will you?” Joel grumbled, “we’re falling behind!”

“Sorry, but I don’t have bean poles for legs!” Erika barked.

“You’re right,” Joel rolled his eyes, “they’re like short, little stumps. Besides, we don’t want to miss Simon skating!”

“Say, what’s the deal with him anyway?”

“Simon’s been skating his whole life,” Joel admitted, “he’s a natural-born hockey player.”

“Great,” Erika hung her head. “I’m doomed!”

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” Joel encouraged. “The guy also part-time teaches at the skating rink for beginners. Therefore, you’re in luck.”

Erika perked up suddenly. “Wow! Really?! That’s amazing! He’s so amazing!”

“Yeah, just keep your head on your shoulders, will you? And speed it up!” Together, they rushed to the arena on campus. Once they got there, the ice was all filled up with bodies gliding around gracefully.

“I’m doomed!” Erika mumbled in shock as she stared at all the people with eyes like a deer in the headlights.

“Don’t think like that. Here, tie up your skates!”

“I can’t.”

“What?! You can’t tie your own skates?!”

“I never had to!” Erika barked back. “I’ve never skated before.”

Ugh… Sit down.” Joel took the figure skates out of the duffle bag and made her put them on. He slowly began tying them up, all the way to the upper ankle.

“They’re too tight!” Erika mumbled.

“Then you do it!”

“No!”

“Well, then?”

Sighing, Joel helped Erika up and helped her on to the ice. Within two seconds, Erika was grappling for something to hold on to. She lost her grip on the boards that surrounded the rink and fell face-first onto the cold ice.

Ooh,” Joel bit his lip. “That had to hurt.”

“Hey, you okay, there?” Simon skidded to a stop beside Erika. “First time?”

“Uh-huh,” Erika looked up.

“Need some help?”

“Uh-huh.”

Simon helped Erika up and had to support her with both of his arms. He practically had to carry her around the rink, but from what Joel could see of her face, it was all worth it in the end. After a few rounds of skating together, Erika cautiously straightened herself up and kissed Simon’s cheek, her face flushing red.

“Well, would you look at that?” Georgina came up behind Joel and leaned against him in a tomboy-ish way, “looks like you two aren’t the only ones to collide.” 

Bit 6

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