Charles was so done with Pierre's bullshit. They weren't exactly friends. Well, they knew each other obviously since Charles was a double ice skater with his friend Carlos and Pierre was a single ice skater.
So they were sharing the ice rink but at first that was just that. Then he didn't know what happened but Pierre started to flirt with him. A lot. Like almost everytime he could and well .... kill him. Because Charles wasn't interested at all, goddamnit. Or was he ? He just didn't want to be one of Pierre's conquest. It was notorious that Pierre was a womanizer and was the same for boys. Almost every single ice skaters had slept and hooked up at least once with Pierre. Where Charles .... had never been intimate yet. So, he didn't want a one night stand with Pierre. Not like that, it would be such a sad thing in his mind.

Today he was at the rink, skating around with Carlos as always, the tournament being next week already. He had sighed this morning when he had found a red roses bouquet in his locker. He knew who did that obviously. He continued doing the double, being lifted by Carlos since he was the shortest and the thinest one between the two of them. Or that was the feeling they had.