Oli's Perspective-

"Okay, bye dad." I said, closing the car door.

My dad waved goodbye and drove off.

I walked into the loud roller-skating rink and saw my boyfriend standing awkwardly in the corner.

"Hey Pix!" I said, walking over to him.

Pix jumped and then smiled nervously at me.

"You alright?" I asked, a bit concerned at his reaction.

Pix shrugged, "Just nervous."

"Don't worry, you'll do fine." I said as we started walking up to the counter to buy our skates.

Pix nodded but didn't look convinced.

"I'll help you, alright?" I said.

"You've skated?" Pix asked and I nodded.

"I used to skate a lot with my mom before she...well, yeah." I said, trailing off.

I didn't mention my mother a lot, despite her death being back when I was 5, so 10 years ago.

Pix smiled gently and lightly bumped into me.

"You're going to have to help me because I've never skated before." He said and I laughed.

"I'm sure you'll be fine.

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"Woah!" Pix gasped, flailing his arms around as he tried to balance.

I laughed and skated over, holding his hands.

Pix looked really embarrassed and nervous as I helped him stabilize.

"Sorry." He said as he was able to stand up.

"It's okay." I smiled, "It's really hard to skate at first, but you should get the hang of it near the end."

Pix nodded and we started skating slowly, holding on tightly to me.

As we skated, Pix accidentally tripped and almost fell.

I tried to quickly grab him but we both fell.

Pix looked embarrassed as he kept apologizing and I burst out laughing.

"What?" Pix asked, smiling nervously.

I laughed as I stood up, "You just got so nervous when you fell! You're going to fall, Pix, that's just a part of learning how to skate."

Pix smiled nervously and blushed as I grabbed his hands and helped him back to his feet.

"Sorry about that." Pix said.

"Don't worry, I've always got you and I'll always help you when you fall. I'm not going any...anywhere..." I said, trailing off.

Pix smiled before it flickered away as I looked down.

"Oli?" He asked, trying to look at me, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah!" I said, putting on a smile.

Pix didn't look convinced, and I sighed.

"Here, let's go sit down." I said, taking his hand as we skated off of the rink.

I sighed as we sat down at a nearby bench and Pix looked at me seriously.

"What's wrong? Did I say something?" He asked.

"No! You did nothing wrong. I just...I said the same thing my mother told me when I was first learning how to skate and...yeah." I chuckled, wiping away the tears in my eyes.

I sniffed and Pix looked at me before hugging me tightly.

"Pix, don't worry, I'm fine." I said, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"But you're not." He said, looking up at me, "I know you're not."

I looked down and Pix sighed.

"I want you to talk to me about these things. I want to help you, just like how you want to help me."

I smiled sincerely at Pix who softly kissed my lips.

"Now come on," He said, getting up and tugging on my arm, "Let's skate!"

I chuckled and got up.

"Thanks." I said, holding his hand as we stepped back onto the rink.

Pix smiled at me, and I blushed.

"Of course." He said, lightly bumping into me.

I love you.