Hey everyone! So this is a sneak peek of a future story called "The Perfect Fall". You will see why it is named this in the short scene below-

P.S- The names are just substitues. I don't have the characters' names yet.

They way he glided across the ice, so smooth and carefree, no sense of hesitance or fear of falling, did not fail to leave me speechless. It reminded me a little bit of myself before in life; flawless, perfect, unafraid of everything that would make people scared. I remembered how I would go up to anyone, whether or not I knew them or if they were a total stranger, and make an *censored*umption to them. You're pretty, I would say to those girls with the sexy hair and gorgeous figure. You're gross, I would comment to those dorky kids with the gl*censored*es the size of their heads and more acne of their face than actual skin. But, I would never stay around to wait for their responce. Maybe I was afriad, I started wondering, maybe my fear was hidden in disguise as carelessness. It shook the question out of my brain. It was too late now to care anymore.

Damien skated over towards me, stopping near the edge of the ice and sticking out his hand. "You coming?"

"I won't be any good," I told him, slouching down further into the snow. My hat kept falling down continuesly, covering my eyes. I took it off and attempted to fix it.

Damien rolled his eyes and shook his hand harder. When I looked in his opague brown eyes, his invitation seemed like so much more than just offering me to go ice-skating. It felt as if this was breaking the boundary between something. "Who cares," he bent down a little bit, "Look around, Amilay, no one else is here to judge you. And plus, you shouldn't even care about that in the first place. You're expected to fall, everyone is."

I took a clump of snow and threw it above his head. I watched it as it slapped on the ice, the white blob breaking apart into millions of pieces. "I'm not. I've always been the one to stay standing, no matter how hard the ground shook."

Damien cocked his head to the side, boring his eyes into mine and staring at me vaguely, as if I were a puzzle, and he just found two pieces that fit together. It put a pit in my stomach, the idea of someone studying me like a textbook. No one every took that much notice. His voice was firm but opening. "There is always time for change."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"YES!"

I stood up, wiping away the remaining snow on my jeans and sticking my hat back on over my blonde hair. I stepped onto the ice. Shock filled my senses at how slippery it was. My knees were wobbling an unhealthy amount and I felt as if the ground was gliding underneath me, and I was going the opposite way. Out of instinct, I clutched Damien's arm for dear life and he laughed, taking both of my hands and skating backwards while I followed him.  He was smiling the whole time we coasted along the cold ice beneath us.

"See," his voice was a mocking reasurrance, "This isn't so bad."

"Shut up."

"I told you," he continued on like I never even spoke, "That everything is always easier when you're not alone. Everything. And God, Amilay, you didn't even give me the time of day with that. Well, the proof is all set in stone. I was right, and you were wrong," He released one of my hands and wiggled an accusing finger in my face. I grasped it immedietly. "Looks like you're not so perfect after all."

"Shut up," I repeated. I was trying to sound cold and mean, but it was impossible with Damien. He was just too cute, he made me smile too much.

He stopped suddenly, and made me basically fall into him. He leaned his face closer and closer near mine, his warm breath soothing my icy skin. His brown hair swayed with wind. For a moment, the quickest moment of my life, I leaned in even closer, trying to close the distance between us. But I realized it was the wrong thing to do when he opened his mouth and whispered against my cheek. "What do you say? Want to go for it all by yourself?"

"Sure," my voice was breathless.

He let go of my hands and suddenly he stood ten feet away, leaning against one of the trees in the snow. His arms were folded against his chest and he watched me humurously, as if he were waiting for something to happen.

I stared directly at my mud covered skates pressed against the ice, and I began slowly moving, one glide at a time. For a second I smiled to myself, feeling like I was proving Damien wrong, that things were just as easy when you were by yourself.

But man was I wrong.

I started shaking, my glides turning into thumps as my balance began to fade away into the cold air. And before I could even comprehend what happened, I was set firmly on my butt, pain shooting up my spine with the hard contanct. My hat fell of my head, a couple of inches behind me as I lied down on my back, chest heaving up and down with every breath I took.

I could hear Damien skating across the ice towards me, and I could already picture his mouth shaping the words; I told you so.

"You just portayed," he said, laughing a bit as he squatted down beside me. His face was almost directly above mine. "the perfect fall."

I squinted my eyes. "The what?"

"The perfect fall," he repeated, as if it were completely common sense to know what it means. When he realized I didn't know, he shook his head and sat down beside me, lying down on his back too. "It's something my sister and I made up. She's an iceskater, as you know, and the first time she took her friends iceskating, they all had that first fall. That first fall that showed you just how hard it really was. We call it the Perfect Fall, because, well, it shows people how impossible perfection really is. And you just witnessed it. It's a real honor, you know."

"An honor to fall?"

"Well yeah," he propped one elbow on the ice to hold himself up, "Now you officially are not knew to the sport. You just had the Perfect Fall."

I closed my eyes, trying to comprehend how screwing up can cause to be better. But the harder I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. Falling was not the thing that kept you down, the thing that made it impossible to get back up, it was you. Sure, you might trip and land hard, but that's expected, it's not a surprise. The true mess up is when you're too absorbed into perfection that you give up on getting back up.

"Huh," I mumbled, staring up at the grey clouds in the sky, "The Perfect Fall. You know what, Damien?"

He smiled softly at me. "What?"

"Your my Perfect Fall."

The writing is not good, I know, I will improve it. But I just thought this scene was really adorable.