"Owww! Ow! Owwww!" I said as I heard the trio laughing at my expense.
"You know, instead of being dickheads, the least you could do is help me up." They began to skate over to me, still laughing as Harry pulled me up from the floor.
I groaned in pain and scowled at them. I touched my face and hissed in pain. "I'm sure that my face would be bruised by now." I complained.
"Sorry babe," Alex said and checked my face, "no bruises evident."
"I'm massaging my face with hot water as soon as I get home." I pouted.
"Come on, I'll hold your hand." I gave Harry my hand and we skated together for a while, sharing a few funny stories.
"Let's do that." Harry said, pointing to a couple skating. The man was twirling the lady round, holding her hand while her feet was dangling in the air. They were both laughing.
"No I'm not doing that with you." I shook my head.
"Why not? I'm the one that will be doing all the work, all you have to do is twirl round." he said.
"Exactly my point. While I'm going round in the air, what if you let go of my hands and bam! I hit the iron bars in full force. Death, that Harry, is instant death. I don't want to die now so I'll pass. I won't engage in such a dangerous activity with you." I stated.