"Come on, Darien. Do this for me? Please?"
Darien looked at his boyfriend, crossing his arms over his chest. "No, I will not."
"Why not?" Noah held on the rollerskate to him and gave him puppy dog eyes. "I'll buy you some ice cream…"
"As adorable as you look with those eyes, and as much as I love licking ice cream off of you," said Darien, rolling his eyes. "No."
"Preeetty please?" From sitting on the pavement, Noah batted his eyelashes innocently. "With sugar on top?"
"Vanilla fudgsicle banana split with strawberries on the side?"
"Me, covered in sugar, whipped cream, a cherry and a vanilla fudgsicle banana split with strawberries on the side?"
Darien looked at Noah, seeming to consider this. Finally, he said, "Fine."
"Yay!" said Noah happily, giving him the rollerskates. "Don't worry, Dare-Dare, I'll teach you how to rollerskate in no time."
"Great," said Darien unenthusiastically, walking with Noah to the car. "Can you not call me that?"
" 'Dare-Dare'? Why not?" asked Noah with a little grin.
"Because it's stupid, childish and immature," Darien responded, getting into the front seat as Noah sat on the passenger side. Noah rolled his eyes.
"Says the guy who sits at home all day, playing World of Warcraft," he retorted. "Let's goooo Dare-Dare! We can't be late!"
"What are we gonna be late for?" asked Darien, rolling his eyes and starting the car. Noah giggled excitedly.
"I dunno, I always wanted to say that!" he replied. "Now go! Put on the ignition! Drive the gas pedal! Whatever other car terms that I need to say! Drive, drive, drive‼!"
"Evidently, someone ate a little too much sugar today," said Darien, rolling his eyes and putting his keys in the ignition. Noah giggled again.
"That's what you get when you eat a vanilla fudgsicle banana split!" he said happily. "With strawberries on the side, of course."
Darien drove them to the rollerskating/blading arena only a few minutes away from his house. Noah had insisted that day that they should go out and "do something"; they were, after all, a couple, even though for only a year and a half-ish. Actually, two years, which wasn't that bad for a high school relationship. Darien didn't like getting out of the house much, but evidently Noah happened to hold some sort of strange power over him (which included sexual threats/bribes/promises/blackmail). So with that kind of power, Noah was able to get him to do most things he wanted, even if he didn't know how to do them. Like rollerskating. Despite Noah's indecisiveness, he did have a slight tendency to gain ideas at random.
They arrived at the area within minutes, and Darien almost regretted going there as soon as they parked in the driveway. There was a line outside the door, and he groaned.
"Do we honestly have to wait to rollerskate?" he whined.
"Hey! The best things in life are worth waiting for!" said Noah peppily, ruining the wiseness of the statement. "Besides, it'll just make it even more fun! Come on!" He dragged his boyfriend to the back of the line near the building.
"Noah! Can't we just go somewhere, y'know, normal for once?" complained Darien, though allowing himself to be dragged. "We've been to the zoo, the aquarium, an art museum, a ballroom dancing class. And now you want to go rollerskating?"
"Be quiet, silly, those are perfectly good and normal places for couples," smiled Noah happily. "Besides, you know you enjoyed them. Especially the ballroom dancing. That was fun!"
"Yeah, but…" Darien rolled his eyes. "Why can't we just go see a movie, eat dinner, or at least go to an arcade? Or better yet, you can just stay at my house and we don't have to do anything!"
"Because, unlike you," said Noah, poking his boyfriend's nose, "I'm not a lazyass who likes to sit around and play video games all day. I like going out and doing something. Besides, couples have been to zoos, aquariums, art museums, ballroom dancing classes, and rollerskating! Ooh, do you know what we should do next?! We should go to an anime convention!"
"No thank you," Darien mumbled, though he did enjoy watching anime (specifically yaoi, but we're not going to get into that). Noah hit him upside the head.
"You're no fun," he said. "Just watch; like all the other times, you're gonna stop complaining and enjoy rollerskating and you'll be sad to leave and start crying."
"Hey!" said Darien indignantly. "I was not crying when we left the zoo! I was just…allergic to moss…"
"Psh, yeah right," said Noah sarcastically.
Then, suddenly, the line outside the rollerskating area started moving in, and Noah excitedly hit Darien on the arm. "Come on!" he said happily, running up to catch up with the line. "We're going in!"
"Woopdedoo," said Darien, a little less than enthusiastic, following him to catch up.
They made their way into the building, and immediately Darien could smell a strong scent of sweat, strange liquids, and was that smoke? A little wary, he hesitantly asked Noah,
"Are you sure this is a safe place?"
"Of course!" Noah said happily. "Well, as safe as it could be for a sixteen- and seventeen-year old. Come on, Darien, lighten up! Besides, we have our own rollerskates, so we don't have to use the gross rental ones."
"Well…okay." Darien looked around to the people (and there was an excess amount of black people. Not that he didn't like black people. But he had never seen so many black people in his life) slightly cagily, since they looked suspicious of…well, he didn't know what they were suspicious of. But they didn't all look too safe or innocent.
The two went into the locker-ish rooms, and sat down on the benches to put their rollerskates on. The other people there either looked like skanky teenage girls (who weren't too appealing, even if the two were straight), or random old people who looked like they needed a life. Not very sure of what he was doing, Darien pulled the shoes on, and buckled them as Noah did the same, and then stood up to test them out.
"Whoa—whoa!" he said, almost falling and holding onto Noah for support. Noah giggled.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to them," he replied, holding his boyfriend up, steadying him. "Now come on! Let's go to the skating rink!"
"I think I've change my mind. I'll just sit down and watch you," said Darien, afraid that he was going to fall again. Noah rolled his eyes and pulled his boyfriend, though making sure he wasn't going to fall.
"Oh, come on, don't be a chicken," he teased. "You'll get used to it, Dare-Dare! And then you'll like it! Come on, this is gonna be so much fun!"
"Aww, but…do I have to?" Darien attempted to pull the puppy dog eyes that Noah had given him less than twenty minutes ago on his boyfriend. Noah rolled his eyes.
"Honey, those only work on me. Not you," he said, poking his nose. "Besides, I know you'll like it! All ya have to do is figure out how to do it, and then we'll have lotsa fun!"
"Pwwease?" begged Darien, consistent with the puppy dog eyes. Noah stood firm and crossed his arms over his chest, which, Darien noticed, made him look really hot.
"No means no, Darien," he replied. "You're going to rollerskate, whether you like it or not. And I know you'll like it!" he added, breaking out into a smile. Before Darien could protest, he took his boyfriend firm by the wrist and dragged him out into the rink.
"Look! There's so many people!" said Noah happily, pointing around. "And the lights are so bright! And it's so big! Wow!"
"Yeah…wow," said Darien, a bit scared at the unfamiliar massiveness. Noah giggled, pushing his way onto the rink.
"C'mon! This is gonna be awesome!" he squealed, professionally skating along the concrete floor. Darien hesitated, feeling slightly unbalanced without Noah at his side.
"Wait for me, Noah!" he called, wondering why he wasn't running away already. Oh well. It couldn't hurt to try, could it?
Darien tried to run after Noah like he had seen him do before, but rather than skating skillfully at the speed of light than he wanted, he instead fell down and landed on the floor, face first. People around him peered closer at him, wondering if he was okay, while Darien grumbled under his breath. Ahead of him, Noah was busy laughing and skating in circles and figure eights, looking like he was having the time of his life. Looking back and seeing Darien on the ground, he giggled and said, "Why so down, Darien?"
"Could you at least help me?" he groaned, attempting to get up and putting his weight on his arms. Noah giggled again.
"Nope," he said. "You'll have to figure this out for yourself. Don't worry, it's not that hard. All ya gotta do is just remained balanced! Even though you don't seem quite much like it," he added with a mischievous grin. Darien mumbled something under his breath as he lifted himself to get back up.
"There we go! Back on your feet again?" said Noah cheerily. "Oh! I love this song!" He started singing along as 3OH!3's 'Don't Trust Me' started playing in the skating rink.
" 'Black dress, with the tights underneath, I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth'," he sang, skating around. "Come on, Darien! You know this song!"
"I'm sorry Noah, but I'm busy trying not to fall," Darien growled, skating slowly on the floor, trying to avoid the people who were skating about seventy times fast er than him so he wouldn't fall over again. Noah grinned.
"Going slow isn't going to get you anywhere," he said. "You have to be confident with it. And, ya know, pretend you're walking on water or something. Walk lightly but quickly."
"I thought you said you weren't gonna help me," muttered Darien, attempting to take his advice. Noah shrugged.
"I'm no-ot," he sang, smiling.
"Yes you are," Darien replied, holding his arms out to balance himself.
"No I'm not. What are you talking about?" Noah grinned innocently.
"Yes, you just did," grumbled Darien, finally making his way to over where Noah was standing.
"Do you have to argue with me about everything?" Noah smirked.
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No I—agh, that's you who has to argue with me about everything!" said Darien defiantly, trying to follow Noah as the other boy angelically started to glide away on his skates, his hands behind his back.
"No I don't," he mocked. Darien sent him a glare, but didn't fall into the trap.
For the next approximately twenty minutes, Darien attempted to get the hang of rollerskating, while Noah looked on amusedly. He had fallen about several more times, but was impressively skillful for an amateur. He took on Noah's advice, and didn't press too hard on his skates. Noah watched as Darien started to figure out the kinks of rollerskating, and avoided using both feet at one time, or attempting to walk. He grinned to himself as he watched his boyfriend steadily skate faster and much more deftly, not quite hesitant or unsure anymore.
"Hey! I'm finally getting it!" Darien called to Noah, grinning at him.
"Well fi-nally!" he said back, laughing. "Just don't fall anymore! It looks painful."
"I can't keep any promises," Darien shrugged, narrowly avoiding a group of giggling girls who were skating by as well. "Now how do I stop?"
"You'll have to figure that out, too!" Noah called, amusedly watching him go around. Darien's eyes widened.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, before crashing into another couple who were skating. He fell down, as did they, and they sent him nasty looks as they got up. Darien groaned to himself.
"Need a little hand?" Noah offered, sticking his arm out and hoisting Darien up. "Come on. You'll learn everything soon."
"Apparently, not soon enough," Darien grumbled, but lightened up a bit as he attempted to skate again.
They cruised around for a while, Darien focusing on his skates while Noah focused on Darien. He taught him how to go slower and faster, avoid people at a breakneck speed (because, of course, as Noah said, "One part of skating is your control. Another part of skating is the control of everything else around you."), and turn at different angles. Though, of course, Darien didn't become a pro at all of this during the time that Noah was helping him, he quickly mastered most of the basics.
When Darien was sure he had the hang of skating, Noah decided to go off to the snack booth in the back to get a drink. Darien skated around, observing the kids and adults around him, and hummed along to the song that was playing (All Time Low's "Lost In Stereo"). He guessed that Noah was right, all the time. Whatever he wanted them to do, he ended up liking it a lot. Maybe he should get out more often. Well, at least, get out with Noah. There really wasn't anyone else he was too eager to hang out with unless he was at his house, playing video games.
Darien looked towards the snack booth to check on him, just to see his boyfriend standing near a table, talking with some guy slightly hesitantly. Darien furrowed his eyebrows, skating a little bit closer to get a better look. There was something in this guy's eye—he was flirting with him! Noah! Darien's boyfriend! Noah had never been hit on by a guy before. Darien narrowed his eyes and skated even closer.
Noah didn't seem too happy when he was talking to this guy. Well, at least that was a relief. As long as the guy was hitting on him, it was all good as long as Noah didn't hit on him back. But—wait, what was this? Did this guy just brush his hand with Noah's? Darien narrowed his eyes even more. This guy was gonna get it.
Darien skated as fast as he could to the snack booth, avoiding the other bodies that he nearly collided with, and as professionally as he could, came up to Noah and the stupid asshole who was flirting with him. As charmingly as he could, Darien greeted them.
"Hey there, baby," he said to Noah, which was a first, because he never used stupid cheesy petnames (unlike his boyfriend). And then he went to place his lips on the other boy's, grabbing the back of his head and tangling his fingers in his hair. Noah immediately kissed back, seeming to be relieved from this other guy's flirting. Darien glided his tongue between Noah's lips like he had skated over to them (tuh tuh, an analogy!), scraping his teeth and flicking it at the roof of his mouth, making Noah almost melt in his touch. Then Darien broke the kiss, and smugly grinned at this random stranger who had been flirting with Noah before.
"Hi, I'm Darien. Noah's boyfriend," he introduced himself, sticking his hand out to the stunned stranger.
"Hi, uh…" said the guy. Then he looked between the two, and quickly went away, obviously embarrassed. Darien smirked, before turning to Noah, who seemed a bit dazed from the kiss.
"That's the first and last time I'm going to let that happen," he said, grinning haughtily. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Noah, sounding slightly hazy. "Don't worry, he didn't do anything to me. That was scary, though…"
"What? When I kissed you?" asked Darien, pecking him on the lips again. Noah shook his head, though at the slight mention of their brief intense make out session he blushed.
"No. When he was flirting with me," he said. "I thought that being hit on by girls was bad—but ugh, it's terrifying when a guy randomly comes up to you and flirts!"
"Hey, what about me!?" said Darien, looking at him with raised eyebrows. Noah rolled his eyes.
"You're the only exception, of course," he smiled, kissing him back. "And jealousy is a hot color on you. Maybe I should flirt with guys so you can make out with me like that again."
"Not on your life, sport," responded Darien, dragging him back out into the skating rink. Noah stopped him.
"Not allowed to have food or drinks on the skating rink," he said, pointing to the cup in his hand. "You go. I'll stay here and watch."
"Okay. Don't attract too many suitors, okay?" Darien teased. Noah stuck his tongue out at him.
"You wish. Now go on," he replied.
Darien went back out into the rollerskating rink, and skimmed the floor with his skates competently as Noah looked on, amused, while he sipped his drink and watched his boyfriend skate on the floor like there was no tomorrow (if that made any sense). Darien kept himself entertained by singing along to the songs that were playing on the speakers overhead, while occasionally passing through the disco lights, extremely interested in them. Noah smiled to himself, as he saw Darien attempt to perform the moves to the Cotton Eyed Joe while skating, slipping a bit and falling once or twice, but otherwise managing his composure. Despite Darien's best attempts to seem cool, mature and collected (aside from playing video games and perverted jokes), Noah could tell that Darien wasn't too different from himself.
Noah finished his drink, tossed it in the trash can, and then joined his boyfriend back on the skating rink. "Hey there," he said as he made his way over to Darien, who was busy basking in the yellow neon light. Pecking his cheek, he asked, "Miss me?"
"Nah, I think I've got the music to keep me company," smirked Darien. "But it's much better with you here."
"I thought so," said Noah.
Just then, an announcement was made on the speakers around the room, where a voice said, "Clear the floor for couples. Couples only."
"Wanna stay?" smiled Noah playfully.
"Of course," Darien grinned back. "There's never any harm in creating a little bit of anti-homophobic ruckus, is there?"
They linked their hands and strolled around the skating rink. As men in security outfits were clearing it out for only couples, they approached the two boys and said, "Sorry guys. Couples only."
"We are a couple," said Noah with a knowing smile. Darien simpered as well, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head.
The man looked at them, not quite sure knowing what to say. He couldn't possibly tell them to get off just because they were a gay couple, could he? He stared at them for a while longer, before going off without a word. Darien and Noah giggled to each other.
"Did you see the look on his face?" said Darien, amused.
"Priceless!" Noah interjected.
They glided around for a while longer, until the only people on the rink were couples, consisting of a guy and girl, unlike Darien and Noah. A few people pointed the two boys out, but nobody seemed to want to stop them from skating. They smiled to each other, as they waited for the DJ to play a stupid cheesy love song.
"This is for the couples out there," he said into the mic, and all of a sudden, on the speakers started playing Gavin Rossdale's 'Love Remains The Same'. Darien grinned to Noah.
"Would you know it," he said with a grin. "It's our song."
The two of them skated together, hands intertwined and purposefully ignoring the looks and stares they were given, circling around the rink. Even the couples on the rink also gave them strange looks, but Noah and Darien were too busy skating together to even notice them. They even attempted to slow-dance, until they realized it wasn't going to work while skating. Laughing, they sang together along with the song.
" 'I never thought that I had anymore to give
You're pushing me so far, here I am without you
Drink to all that we have lost, mistakes that we have made
Everything will change…but love remains the same…'"
Shortly after the song, the DJ allowed everyone back on the floor. Darien and Noah skated around more together, sticking their tongues out at the nasty looks they received, and bashfully replying thank yous to the "You guys are such a cute couple!"s they received by onlooking fag hags.
The rest of the night remained uneventful, as for the next half hour, where the two of them glided along the rink, both in a much happier mood, especially when "Good Girls Go Bad" spontaneously played overhead on the speakers. They danced and sang along, which only made them receive more odd looks, but they were used to it already. When ten o'clock rolled around, which was the time that the skating rink closed, Darien pouted.
"Already? We have to leave?" he complained, as they walked along with the rest of the crowd back to the locker rooms. Noah rolled his eyes.
"I told you you'd be like this," he said, making his way over to the bench that they had first sat at. "You'll start acting all forlorn…you don't ever want to leave…you'll start crying…"
"I will not start crying!" Darien protested, wiping his eyes quickly. "But anyways. This was really a lot of fun. We should do this again!"
"And you'll always say that, too," said Noah with a knowing grin. "C'mon, put your shoes on. Maybe we can just skate around your neighborhood?"
"But then it'll be a lot less fun," Darien whined while pulling his skates off and getting his shoes on. "There won't be the lights, the music…besides, the parkway ground is a lot rougher and it'll be harder. Can we pleeease come here some other time?"
"If you want to," said Noah, turning to him from yanking his shoes up his feet, raising his eyebrows. Darien broke out into a grin.
"Yay! And don't forget to bring your skates," he added, looking around and tying his sneakers. "The rental skates do look gross."
The two of them got up from the bench when they were done, with skates in hand.
"So, that wasn't too bad, was it?" said Noah, as they exited the building.
"Are you kidding? That was awesome!" said Darien enthusiastically.
"Told you so," Noah teased, as they walked their way towards the car.
Darien rolled his eyes and pulled Noah in close to his body into a hug.
"Don't you always," he said, lightly kissing the younger boy on his forehead.