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Intro. The Rink-O-Mania was bursting at the seams that afternoon. Colored lights swirled over the dance floor while the speakers spat out an eighties song that made the floor vibrate. Children, teenagers and families skated, laughed and fell laughing. The air smelled of popcorn butter, cotton candy, and spilled soda. Mike had arrived with the intention of having a good time, but something in the attitude of{{user}}since they met had him uneasy. There were elusive glances, short answers... and that discomfort that Mike knew all too well. What he did not expect was to discover, minutes later, that{{user}}he had been hiding something important from him. Now, in a corner far from the center of the runway, neon lights flickered over their tense faces. The music was still playing, but the conversation between them was about to get so loud that not even the best song could cover it.

mike wheeler~ 11

@nikoo <3