Frostbite

I woke up with a messy mass of brown cuddled against me. His breathing was even and steady, his warmth seeping through my T-shirt. With a sigh I smacked him on the butt, earning a startled yelp and unappreciative growl.

"How'd you get in here?" I nonsensically asked Kade as I pushed him off the mattress. "My door is obviously closed and not welcoming any visitors on the canine variety."

Kade lowered his head, looking up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work despite the fact that he was nearly as big as me. The whimpers that escaped his throat were the deciding factors of my choice to let him stay in the room. I could't say no to such a cute thing.

"Okay, fine. But you better not let Clary in here while I'm in the shower. You got that?"

I took his head spasm as a yes. Before heading to to a shower, I turned up my stereo loud enough to hear it over the water fall. I hope Clary likes Cradle of filth.

In the middle of getting the fucking devil known as Shampoo out of my eye, the smooth melody of Lamb of God stopped and replaced itself with Ed Sheeran, something enjoyable but much less so. Kade is fucking useless, I could tell him to go shit in the neighbors yard and he'd probably do it in the goddamn driveway. Why the hell did I even get a dog if all he's going to do is drool on my floor and get hair all over my bed? The only thing he's good at is trying to attack my friends as they leave, but god forbid he ward off a salesman.

I dried off quick, enough so I wasn’t dripping but my clothes would still stick to me if I tried to put them on. Not like I was going to do that yet, it’s just Clary, it’s not like she hasn’t seen me in a towel before. Plus, I like to avoid the hassle of clothes as long as possible.

“Clary,” After tucking the corner of the towel in, I opened the bathroom door to stop all this nonsense. “What the hell do you think you’re doi- You are not Clary. And neither are you two.”

Surprised, I looked at the three girls comfortable sitting on my bed uninvited. Lee I wasn't surprised to see, I wasn't even surprised to see Jenny sitting right there next to her. But it was weird seeing Kinna perched on my pillows next to them, all three of them dressed up in their vintage attire.

“No, we’re not,” Kinna smiled, giving me a once over. “Your step mom let us up to make sure you were awake.”

“Well, uh, I am. Can you guys get out of my room now? I'd rather not give a strip show first thing this morning.”

“Oh, don't mind us, we don-”

“Get out!” The puppy growl came from the adorable brown haired boy in my doorway. He stared at the three girls in agitation and slight disbelief, but I couldn't be brought to do anything but coo at him. He stood there in my favorite red plaid button up and my favorite jeans. The button up hugged him perfectly but was just lose enough for me to fit my hands under, and the jeans were one of the tightest pair he owned. They clung to him like nothing else and outlined that perfect ass. It was impossible to do anything but walk over and wrap my arms around his waist.

“Hey babe,” I smiled after a kiss.

“Hey,” The speed of the word would have worried me, but there was no time for that before his hands grabbed my ass.

“Micajah, you know I’m not one to turn you down, but there are people in the room. We have to be courteous.”

“Your towels is falling,” He notified me, quickly bringing the brown fluff back around my waist and tucking it in before turning his attention back to the girls. “Now get out! You’re not watching my boyfriend change!”

“It’s okay babe, I’ll just go put some boxers on. It’s not like they haven’t seen me in my underwear.”

I couldn’t resist kissing him once more as he folded his arms and pouted, “Fine.”

After reluctantly separating from Micajah, I headed to the bathroom and slipped on some faded spiderman boxers. Before going back to the field of people invading my room, I decided to make this one of those rare times and show my kind side by brushing my teeth and sparing them. I was happily surprised when the door clicked behind me and familiar hands traveled over my back, around my waist, and slipped just a little into the front of my boxers.

Micajah’s lips set between my shoulder blades before he rested his head there. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I asked after spitting out a mouthful of peppermint.

“For doing this all with me. It means a lot.”

I spun around in the circle of his arms, cupping his face in my hands to get him to look up at me. “Don’t thank me. I get to spend more time with you this way and last time was kinda fun. Plus, this way I can share your favorite thing. I should be thanking you.”

“You’re my favorite thing,” He smiled, reaching up to kiss me.

I grinned back down at him, “Are you just saying this because I’m in my boxers?

He giggled at this before pulling away. “Maybe. Now hurry up, Kinna’s already picked out your outfit. Did you know you owned an ascot?”



"Were these things this tight last time?" I kicked my foot out and felt nothing. My pants clung to me like Micajah's legs, only much less enjoyably. It wasn't hard to move, but it was weird not being able to feel fabric rub against my legs and instead feel a second layer of skin weighing me down. "And they're pink."

"For the last time, they are peach!" Kinna snapped as she added an absurd amount of hairspray to her brother's head, comeing to drown me next.

"Waitwaitwait," I stopped her by the shoulders, holder her an arms length away. "No one but me touches my hair. It looks fine just how it is, I spent a lot of fucking time on it this morning."

"Is that what took you so long in the bathroom? I thought you and Cage were just.... juicing up before we left."

My mouth opened but no words came out. I couldn't say she was completely wrong. Defeated, I nodded my head and let go of her shoulders. "Okay okay, you got me there. Spray away."

"Just let her do her job like last time, babe." Micajah was soon in front of me, using my shoulders to pull himself up to my lips. "At least she let you out of the ascot."

"Yeah," I grinned against his forehead before planting a soft kiss there.

When Kinna finished 'fixing' my already perfect hair, we headed out to watch the so called performances leading up to ours. Soon, our entourage, consisting of almost everyone we know minus Kade, was shooed off back to their seats and we were rather forcefully pushed onto the ice. I guess we weren't the only ones nervous, what with the way we were both glued to each other shaking, but nerves are no reason to fucking shove us on the ice. Bitch ass move.

All my complaints were soon pushed out of me as the force of the cheering hit. Looking over at Micajah, I saw that he was just as surprised as me, if not more. This was way more than the amount of cheering than the other partners had before, or even after, they preformed. This was even more than the first time we got out on the ice together. They acted as if we had just won the Stanley cup.

Skating to Mr. Isaac, Mr. Jimmy, and Clary, we both gave them shocked looks of disbelief.

"What is this?" Micajah asked his uncle and father, more forcing it out of his lungs than speaking it.

"Why aren't you in your seat?" I asked the Latino otaku scrolling down her phone with a huge smile on her face.

"I had to show you this," She laughed. The images on her phone first meant nothing, but as she kept scrolling I just got confused.

"Clary, why do you have a thousand shirtless pictures of me on your phone?" There was an endless scroll of me missing my top half, even standing in my boxers. The most alarming were the newest pictures of me standing damp with a brown towl around my waist.

"They're on Cage's fan page. There's a whole section for 'Butterfly Body'."

I turned to my blushing boyfriend and asked, "Was this you?"

"No," His blush deepened. "Kinna runs the page. I'm sorry."

"Apologize later," Mr. Jimmy instructed. "You guys have a competition to win."

I was pulled to the middle of the ice then, hands gingerly placed on Micajah's hips. His hands rested on my shoulder's and I halfway expected him to rise up and kiss me. Soon my senses returned to their dwelling place and I tightened my grip. The noise gradually stopped and was replaced by Ms. Ella's surprisingly tasteful track. As soon as it was, I lifted and threw my boyfriend as hard as I could, braking him into an unbelievably speedy spin and landing with an almost angered expressible on his face. Then he came at me, chasing me, with a series of jumps on both our parts. Eventually, I stopped to spin and he flew right into my arms, being lifted up over my head for the amount of time it took to slide in a few circles.

As I lowered him to the ice, I couldn't help but brake our fake anger with a smile. He did the same before shoving me back, flailing me into a bunch of spins and leg lifting. Once I stopped, he hit me again and we headed into my favorite move, partly because it's the only one I could remember the name of and didn't just think of as another spin or jump; a backwards outside death spiral.

After a bit more spinning and twirling like a pansy, we were panting smiles to each other as our foreheads ground and hands locked in what was suppose to be a hostile stance.

The cheers were deafening, but I could distinctly pick out Jennie among them all. By the way Micajah was grinning in her direction, I could tell he could too. Just because I could and I wanted to get him more cheers, I grabbed Micajah by the waist and pecked a kiss to his lips, getting him to turn a deeper shade of red.

"You did awesome," I grinned.

"So did you," He smiled back before pulling me off the ice.

Though I should have been expecting it, it was still a shock when we were bombarded by both of our families, even more so when Nico wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug. In the weight of the moment, I absentmindedly squeezed his shoulders before moving onto the next flesh covered vice.

Then I got to the last hug left; Kinna.

"Nonono," I refused as she tried to pull me into her grip. "First I want you to explain something to me."

"Yes?" She drew with an raised eyebrow.

"When did you get so many shirtless pictures of me and when the fuck did I tell you it was okay to put them online?"

She broke into a grin at this, a shit-fucking-eating grin. As if putting half naked pictures online of unsuspecting people was perfectly okay, or even funny. "I was trying to help you. Cheers give you more adrenalin, and you guys eat adrenalin like you eat dick. You can't tell me it didn't help your nerves."

"She does have a point," I couldn't help but ease up as Micajah's arms snakes around my waist.

I surrendered my hostility. It was Kinna after all, it was almost as hard to stay mad at her as it was to stay mad at Micajah. "Okay, okay. I'll let you off this time. But only because these outfits looked totally fabulous out there." The last part had to be added for smiles, even using my gayest voice and throwing in a hand flop.

Micajah ran off to talk skating jargon with Jennie while the last four partners preformed, leaving me alone with my own estrogen ridden family. As usual, they teased me a bit for my hypocritical actions and attempted to mimic the moves. And as usual, I showed them all up by preforming every failed move perfectly and leaving them impressed. Why wouldn't they be? I'm awesome.

I was drifting off with my head in my moms lap when all of a sudden I was knocked to the floor, a wave of noise hitting me right in the eardrums. Izzy pulled me off the ground and into a spine snapping hug before I had a chance to fully register what was happening, the anger of being shoved to the ground bubbling up fast.

"Benjamin!" Micajah's body was the next thing to assault me, but it was a good kind of abuse. "Benjamin, we got second, we got second!"

"Does that mean..."

"We quali-!" He smiled under the kiss, but pulled me closer. His hand gripped the back of my neck, dragging me in farther as I held him tighter.

We were literally ripped apart by our parents and each spun around for less intimate congratulations, but as soon as that was over we were back in each other's arms. He may have been happy that he was that much closer to his dream coming true, but I was just happy that I got to see it happen.