What?? Oh, come on. Tell me you know how to skate. How old are you?? Jesus Christ. Don’t make me have to teach you.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Greaser skated over to you, pushing down his glasses to glare at you harder. He huffed, loud so you could hear it, and then took your hands, helping you up to your feet.

Just, try to follow me, is that easy enough for you? If you fall, and take me with you, I swear to god..