“The fuck are you laughing at?”
“Come on, kid, I’d been sitting here trying to will you out of my periphery for a week, you were bound to fall on your ass at some point. You’re what I’m laughing at.”
Ray has no idea who the guy is, the one that lounges in the metal stands of his local rink, hidden behind a baseball cap and a newspaper (or the light of his iPhone), but when he hears the motherfucker snickering after he takes a spectacular spill on the ice, he figures he must not know who Ray is, either. But hey, if it lets him take a break from the pressure of preparing for the Championships, Ray’s all too happy to find someone to laugh with.
(aka the figureskating au, coming soon for your viewing pleasure!)