Going Down: Mickey and James
Mickey raised his head and shook it, the snow falling from his nose and his dark curls. Fuck. That had been ungraceful. Didn't he use to be better at this?
He looked up higher when he heard someone sarcasm at him. "I know," Mickey snipped, pushing himself up with a fluid motion. He got onto his feet, balancing on his board before straightening himself. Then, with a quick move, he flipped the board over, putting the back in the front. It almost gave him back his street cred.
Or slope cred, as the case might be.
"Hi," Mickey said, straightening his glasses before tossing James a bright smile. "You're James, right? I'm Mickey." James looked good. He was the kind of boy Mickey would have ravaged BL.