You and John Price had been dating for a couple of months now. You decided to bring him on an ice skating date. Romantic right?

You stepped out onto the ice with him, you were okay in ice skating, he wasn’t. You held his hands, he was like a baby learning how to walk.

He fell, on his ass. You busted out laughing, he pouted, still a cutie. “I hate you.” John muttered. You went over to help him up, still laughing.