The Unexpected

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When we made it to the center, we got out of the car and entered the lobby. Once we paid to go in, Joshua and I entered the roller skating rink area. We got our skates and sat down at one of the empty tables.

“Are you ready to lose?” Joshua asked me.

“No way, I’m gonna win this thing!”

“Hm, alright,” Joshua said, sarcastically. We put on our skates and headed towards the rink. I got onto it, so did Joshua. I was prepared to watch Joshua fail.

“Eh, you’re alright so far,” he stated.

“Watch this!” I gracefully twirled on the rink and turned back around to face Joshua.

“Not bad, but what about this!” He turned his body around and started to skate backwards.

“It’s okay.” Music began to play and it turned out to be one of my favorite songs. I began jamming to the music, swaying back-and-forth. Singing along with the song, sooner or later, Joshua did the same thing.

“You know this song?” I asked him.

“Yeah!” We both continued and every song that came on, we knew the lyrics. I knew some people were probably getting annoyed with us, but the others were either singing along as well or cheering us on. They even played old songs that were in the 1980s and the 1990s.

“Okay you singers out there!” the DJ shouted. “Let’s see if you know this song.”

Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You” started to play. I started to dance with the music, knowing the exact lyrics that were about to be played.

I sang, “Girl, close your eyes

Let that rhythm get into you

Don't try to fight it

There ain't nothing that you can do

Relax your mind

Lay back and groove with mine

You gotta feel that heat

And we can ride the boogie

Share that beat of love.”

I want to rock with you,” Joshua sang, dancing too.

All night!”

Dance you into day.”

Sunlight!”

I want to rock with you.”

All night!”

Rock the night away!” we both sang.

Out on the floor

There ain't nobody there but us

Girl when you dance

There's a magic that must be love

Just take it slow

‘Cause we got so far to go

You gotta feel that heat

And we can ride the boogie

Share that beat of love,” Joshua continued.

I want to rock with you,” I started.

All night!”

Dance you into day.”

Sunlight!”

I want to rock with you.”

All night!”

Rock the night away!” we chanted.

We continued to sing the rest of the song and out of nowhere, Joshua lifted me off of the ground and raised me above his head, twirling me around.

“Joshua, stop!” I squealed, starting to laugh. He put me down and started to skate towards the side backwards, still holding my hand. Not paying attention, he accidentally ran into the side.

“Ow!” I giggled at his lousy mistake and noticed an older woman walking over our way.

“Are you guys a couple?” she asked.

I started. “Well, we’re not-”

“Yes, we are a couple,” Joshua interrupted and I gazed at him, bewildered. “My fiancé here doesn’t really like to tell people that we’re a couple if she doesn’t know them.”

“Oh, I did the same thing. I didn’t let anyone know that my husband and I were dating ‘till a month after. Wait, you’re engaged!”

Joshua looked at me, smiling. Of course, he wanted me to play along with his scandal.

“Yes,” I said.

“Where’s your ring?”

“It’s at home. She doesn’t like to wear her ring to places like these. She’s scared she might lose it,” Joshua replied.

“Understandable!”

“Are you here with someone?” I asked.

“Just my grandson. He’s over there.” The lady pointed to her grandson and the boy waved at her.

“Hi Granny!” he shouted.

“Hi Alex!” The young boy continued to skate, holding onto the side railings.

“Well, I should get going then. It was really nice to meet you two. Also, congratulations on your engagement!”

“Thank you!” Joshua waved.

“What was that?!” I exclaimed and we began to head back to our seats.

“It was just a joke, Rebecca.”

“Still, we’re not engaged. We’re not even dating! We basically lied to someone.”

“I’m sorry, but I was just trying to play around with you.”

“What is this? Some kind of play date? Joshua, we’re not dolls!”

“Sorry, let’s try not to make a scene.” People started to look at us, but honestly, I didn’t care. I was furious with Joshua. I wanted to slap him, slam him into the floor, but he was kind of right as well. I didn’t want people to get the wrong idea.

“I’m mad that you lied to her and you made me go along with it,” I whispered.

“You decided to follow along. I didn’t make you.”

I sighed and pointed my stare at the table. “I would've been okay with a heads up first.”

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Let’s get some couples out on the rink,” the DJ insisted. Music started to play once more. Younger kids started to get off the rink and couples trodden their way over. Joshua got up from his seat and held his hand out to me.

“Why don’t we go on the rink?”

“Joshua, we’re not even a couple,” I responded.

“We can pretend to.”

“Joshua…”

“C’mon Rebecca, one little dance.”

“Fine, only one.” I clenched Joshua’s hand and started skating towards the rink. We both realized that the couples were all holding each other. I felt awkward and embarrassed since Joshua and I weren’t doing the same. It made me feel out of place. He turned around and faced me, skating backwards again. He pulled me close to him, holding my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we continued to skate. Closing our eyes, I nestled my head on top of Joshua’s shoulder.

When the song finished, some couples continued skating and others got off the rink. We decided to sit back down at our table since the previous skating made us both uncomfortable.

“I’m gonna get some snacks. Do you want some?” Joshua questioned me.

“Um, can you buy me some Sour Patch Kids?”

“Yeah.” Joshua sauntered away and I checked my phone, realizing Brooklynn had called me. I called her back soon afterwards.

Hey, you called?” I answered.

“Yeah, I was just wondering what you were doing.”

“Oh, I’m at the skating rink with Joshua.”

“Ooh, Joshua!”

“Brooklynn!”

“I see that you guys are getting along.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“I knew that this was going to be a good idea!” she exclaimed.

“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Why don’t you make a move?”

“What?”

“Flirt.”

“Brooklynn, I’m not flirting with a guy I just met yesterday,” I replied.

“I feel like you guys have a connection. Like, you two know each other even though you’ve never met before,” she stated.

“Brooklynn-”

“Mom would’ve loved him. On his profile, he really seemed like a nice guy.”

I sighed. “Brooklynn, I got to go. Joshua’s coming back.”

“Oh, okay. B-”

I hung up before she could say goodbye and Joshua came back with a pack of Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish. He sat across from me and handed me my candy.

“You like Swedish Fish?” I asked him.

“Yeah, why?”

“Is it good?”

“Oh, it’s better than good. Want some?”

“Sure.” I reached into the bag and pulled out one red fish. I laid the snack on my tongue and started to chew it. It had an interesting flavor, but seemed like something I had before.

“It’s not bad, but it’s not better than my Sour Patch Kids!” I said.

“Is it really sour?”

“Not for me. Here, try it. Blue raspberries are my favorite!”

I handed him the snack and he placed it in his mouth. He started to, what I call, make a “sour face”. I laughed at him and Joshua gulped it down.

“It...was...sour.”

“Well, it’s called ‘Sour Patch Kids’ for a reason.”

He started to eat his Swedish Fish again. Okay, now I know that Sour Patch Kids aren’t his favorite. “I noticed that you were on the phone. Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, it was just Brooklynn. She was telling me that she and her boyfriend are coming to see me next month,” I responded. We all know that Joshua doesn’t need to know that my sister wants me to flirt with him. Plus, it would just add gas to the fire.

“Awe, that sucks! I won’t be able to see her. I’ll be gone by next month.”

“Well, she looks like me, but younger and darker.”

“Wait, what?” Joshua exclaimed, puzzled. Seriously, could he be this slow?

“I’m mixed. My mom’s black and my dad is, well, British,” I told him.

“Oh, I see that you’re half British. Then why were you making fun of my British accent?”

“It just sounds a little stupid.”

“Does your dad use a British accent?”

“Not really.” I glanced down at the table. Okay, sometimes he does, but it’s not the point.

“Hey, do you want to go home?” Joshua questioned me.

Yeah, sure.”

We got up and started walking towards the front door. Exiting the place and getting in the car, Joshua snatched my car keys out of my hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I’m driving. It looks like you’re going through a hard time lately. Just sit in the passenger seat, I’ll drive you home.”

Joshua sat in the driver seat and I sat next to him. He turned my car on and I placed my hands in my lap, gazing out of the window. I didn’t want to look at Joshua. Even though he was really being nice, I didn’t want to force it. What Brooklynn just said just reminded me of something. If I really wanted to date Joshua, I know that mom would’ve liked him and just thinking about that gives me mixed emotions. If I tell Joshua, he would start to get suspicious and think that I love him. The real question is, do he have feelings for me?

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