"In March?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes."

After a little thinking, It didn't seem like a bad idea, ice skating. I wasn't bad at it, I'm actually pretty good. Like those dancers on Dancing on Ice, minus the costumes.

We went back to the car and Jace shoved his guitar in the boot, the drive to the ice skating rink wasn't far and I started to feel excited about going.

It's been ages since I've last skated, probably two years. We reached the ice rink and walked inside the glass double doors and then through a few more doors until we actually reached the ice rink. It was cold and it only got colder the closer we got.

We replaced our normal shoes with skates and we both put our coats on. I could see my breathing as we got on the rink.

I almost fell as I stepped on to the ice, I was about to fall and I braces myself but the fall never came because two skinny arms came under my underarms.

A brilliant idea popped in to my head, I didn't know whether it would work or not but it was worth a try.

"Jace I can't skate."

"Then why would you agree to come here?"

"Because we'd end up going anyway because you're so stubborn."

"Erm, ow." He feigned hurt and came on to the ice and stood in front of me. "It's easy, put a hand on the rail here."

I did as he said. "Yep."

"Okay now, just slide your feet but don't let of the rail."

"Keep going." He pushed once I finished the first quarter of the rink.

I grabbed the rail with my right hand and let the other one drop to my side. I irritatingly slowly skated as if I've never done it before.

"Can we go in the middle?"

"Don't get too ahead of yourself."

"Look," I let of of the rail. "I can balance!"

He pursed his lips then grabbed my hand and intwined our fingers. I felt a surge of electricity pass through us and my eyes widened in surprise but I hope Jace didn't see it, god, that wouldn't be a great thing.

Jace started skating towards the middle with a tight grip on my hand. He skated slowly just so it was easy for me and I appreciated how understanding he was.

It was hard to concentrate with Jace's iron grip, I bet my hands were all gross and clammy at the moment.

We stood still at the middle of the rink, we weren't really getting in the way because there were only parents and young children and maybe a few teens.

"Okay, so just do what you did when you held on the rail. Just walk..." He held on to both my hands and skates backwards as I skated towards him.

I followed his instructions and just walked, I was building up speed and Jace kept encouraging me to keep going on.

"My feet ache." I whined, that was one thing I wasn't lying about.

"So are mine but come on, keep going." He let go of one hand and I let it drop to my side. I went faster and faster and soon, matched his speed which was quite fast but not too fast. We actually looked like one of the couples here that we're holding hands, skating, smiling and laughing.

"You're doing really well." He smiled.

"You're a good teacher." I stated. What couldn't he do? He was clever, he could skate, he could play guitar, he could sing... The list is endless.

He was about to let go of my hand and I really didn't want him to so just as he let go, I fell to the ice.

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry." He stifled a laugh and helped me up, once again grabbing my hand.

"It's fine." I brushed some ice of my jeans.

He grabbed both my hands again and was giving me his full undivided attention. He was so concentrated on me that he didn't notice that he was backing up into a man who looked around thirty.

Then, the man fell and Jace fell next to him.

I couldn't help it. A laugh escaped my lips and soon, I was in fits on the ice next to him. I couldn't even help him stand up because I was just chortling. He wasn't able to stand up by himself because he kept slipping back and it only made me laugh harder.

Soon, a whistle was heard and I had to help him stand up. The man stood up by himself and glared at Jace before going back to skating.

"You should look where you're going, go apologise to the poor man!" I told him and he frowned and slapped me jokingly so I shoved him back so he almost fell again.

Almost.

"God, and I thought I was bad at skating." I tsked and rolled my eyes.

"Right, more physics for you." He said triumphantly.

"Wha-"

"Yep, half an hour extra."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Then I won't tutor you at all."

"You can't do that!"

"As a matter of fact, I can."

I crossed my arms together and frowned. I muttered a 'dickhead' before slowly skating away, not forgetting that I was faking being a newbie.

He caught up with me and skated next to me. I sped up a little and he caught up again. We were pretty obnoxious to everyone around us because we were skating on the edges where mothers with small children were trying to skate.

He bumped into me from behind and we both fell down together, he fell on top of me and I took all the pain.

I twisted around so my back was on the ice and Jace made no move to get off of me.

"My backs cold, get your fat ass off me!"

"Fat ass?"

He stayed on top of me as he waited for an apology, one that I wasn't going to give.

"Yes."

"I don't have a fat ass. Say sorry."

"Jace my backs freezing!"

"Mines not. I don't care." He grinned. "Say sorry."

I realised he was sat on my crotch and being the horny and perverted bastard I am, my crotch decided it was a good time to wake up.

"Sorry and fuck you." I quickly said and he stood up, helping me get up as well.

"Thanks for breaking my fall by the way."

I gritted my teeth and shoved him, hoping that he'd fall but be didn't because he grabbed on to the edge.

We skated more an again and soon, we were tired and ready to get off the ice. I took my skates off and switched them for my trainers. I stood up and and cringed at the weird flat feeling.

"This feels so weird." I paced back and fourth getting used to the flat feeling.

I looked to Jace who just chuckled looking at me acting like a fool, he shook his head with his signature grin plastered on his face then looked away to finish tying up his shoelace.

He's so...

Adorable.

We headed out and decided that we would take a walk around the park nearby seeming as we're out of town and we should be productive. It wasn't far away from the rink so we decided to walk and leave the car in the car park here, it would've been hard to find parking outside the park anyway.

We got to the park and it looked incredible. It was a gorgeous day and the sun was shining, it shone down by the play ground where children climbed everything and parents tried getting a little peace by sitting on a bench. Everything looked so picturesque.

We were following a path that went around the perimeter of the park, it was shaded by trees and I was thankful.

Up ahead, my eyes caught upon two women, they stood together, holding hands. It was definitely a rare sight to see and it made me feel a little more content than I already was.

The couple giggled with each other and stood so close, it just looked as if they were glued together. I didn't really see anybody staring or giving them looks of disgust, after all, we're in the twenty first century and people have different views now.

"Beautiful day, right?-" I started.

"Zach, I need to tell you something." Jace suddenly blurted out.

"Shoot."

"In private?"

"I.. Sure." I smiled.

He smiled back but it was forced, I followed him as he walked across the middle of the park to the other side and stood next to a small building that I guessed were the toilets.

"What is it?" Jace kind of scared me now, he looked really pale- like a ghost and to be honest, I was scared for what he had to say.

"I.." He started and looked down at his shoes.

"Don't do that," I reprimanded and lifted his chin up with my index finger.

"What?"

"Stop looking down at the ground."

"Right.. Sorry." His cheeks flushed and he met my eyes. They looked all dark and glum.

"What was it you wanted to say?" I pushed.

"Zach, I'm pansexual."

Pansexual? What the hell does that mean? It sounds like somebody who's in love with pans.. As in kitchen pans but that's weird, it's not true. It can't be, can it? Damn, well Jace isn't going in my kitchen anymore.

I didn't say anything, it takes balls to come out about your liking for pans, I just stood still, confused.

He literally slapped his forehead, "it means that I don't care about labels, who needs them anyway, love is love right? It means I'm gender-blind, you get me?"

"You're..." I trailed off, at loss for words. One part of me was in complete shock, the other was happy mainly because I could have a chance with him. Pansexual means he's attracted to the same sex.

Oh wow, that would turn out great, wouldn't it Zach? First, Jace isn't even in your league. Secondly, he's pansexual, he could date anybody and the third? Why would he even like a guy such as yourself? You're a Hamilton.

"I.." I started, at this point, I was just looking at him in disbelief, "I don't know what to say, I'm sorry."

"I understand." He bobbed his head, "y-you don't hate me, right? Like, you're not gonna throw a bible at my face are you?"

I didn't know how one could make a joke of such a serious conversation but this was Jace, he could be witty about anything.

I stifled a laugh. "What? Of course not."

"Does anybody else know?" I asked, curious.

"My family and my gay uncle, everyone practically except for Camellia and my friends." He smiled, recalling his younger sister.

He face contorted back into one of glumness. "I can't help it.. I just, it's not my fault. Why would I choose to be hated by society-"

"Jace, that's probably the most stupidest thing you've said." I laughed.

"Yeah, I know..." He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck.

"C'mere."I said and wrapped my arms around his slim body. For a second or so, he just stood still with his hands in between our chests then slowly, gradually, he wrapped his arms around my body.

"So, have you got anybody you know, in mind?" I asked, curious as to whose head I need to bash in.

"Yes,"

"Who?"

"Someone from my band, you don't know him."

I think I just died a little inside. He's right, I probably didn't. I don't exactly mix with that crowd, though I wouldn't mind to because they'd probably be a dozen times better than the crowd I hang around with. The only thing people do in my crowd is play sports.. And gossip.. And hook up.

"Ah, well, he'd be lucky to have you." I say with a forced smile.

"Thanks, I didn't know that a Hamilton could be so nice-"

"Fuck you, you fag." I said seriously and then grinned when I saw his jaw drop to the floor. "Kidding."

"I take back what I say. Hamilton's are mean."

We began walking into the open and back on to the path, we were in comfortable silence and just left to our own thoughts.

I wonder who Jace like-liked, I can't believe that he's pansexual and single. He's too incredible to not belong to anybody.

For some reason, after that thought, I found my mouth twitching, fighting a full blown grin. It seemed that the only thing that's been on my mind recently is Jace.

No, I am not completely and utterly head over heels for him but more... Infatuated. He's taken over my mind and my body (in ways only you dirty ones can point out) and everything around me makes me think of Jace, such as food, I would think something along the lines of 'that's Jace's favourite food'. He interests me, he's like a discovery that I want to unravel.

Jace was one of those rare people you find that you don't want to let go of, whenever I'm with him I just get a bunch of surprises. I'm never upset when I'm with him, he's practically the only one who can really brighten my day, other than my mum who is pretty great at it too.

It was now starting to get dark out, the sun was setting and making the sky look as if it was lit on fire. We got back to my house, I didn't have a lift so I had to rely on Jace. "Today was fun, I never actually go out with friends and spend time like that." I say.

"No problem, I know how you jocks spend your time."

"Yeah, it's no fun." I frowned and ignored the fact he called me a jock once again.

"Zach, invite your friend inside." Dad yelled from the window upstairs. He was spying on me, thinking Jace and I would just have sex then and there on the front porch.

The perks of coming out to your family.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"Zach!" Mum stood at the same window next to my dad and yelled back.

"Oh my god." I groaned and turned back to Jace who was already getting out of his car.

We went inside my house just like we've done together a million times already.

"I think you should invite your parents here one day so my parents stop fawning over you but the rest of your family instead." I chuckled and we sat down for dinner.

"Yup."

"So what sports do you play?" Dad asked casually to Jace as if he was assessing whether Jace would be a suitable boyfriend.

"Dad!" I growled.

"Quiet Zach, he's just asking." Trisha said and turned to Jace.

"None, I'm not sporty but I do play musical instruments and such." Jace answered. I wonder if he realised what my parents were actually doing.

I slapped my forehead and turned away to face Liam who was sitting at the corner of the table appearing very amused at tonight's dinner conversation.

"Oh brilliant! You know Zach once played piano but he raps now which isn't the best choice because-"

"Mum!" I cut her off.

She always does this, makes the conversation about me and puts me on the spot. I hate it.

"Hush child." Molly snickered.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, he raps and it makes him appear rough and shady."

I didn't understand my mum's thinking sometimes. Rough How?

"Ah yes, I know he does and he's brilliant at it." Jace commented and stuck is fork in to the food. "It's not exactly my most favourite type of music however."

We finished dinner and Jace started arguing with my mum and aunt about who would tidy the table so I pulled his arm and dragged him out the dining room and in to the living room.

"I'm a guest... It's my duty." He argued as we walked to the room.

"Hey Jace..." Trisha sat on the sofa in a somewhat seductive position. "We should talk more."

Jace cleared his throat and sat on the other sofa. I joined him and we were soon joined by mum and dad who walked in the living room with a box full of VCR's and picture albums.

"Who wants to see Zach's baby photos? I do!" Mum announced.

Oh for god's sakes. My family.