a second for reflection __ daley

[Zarah Hurley]

With a satisfied smile, Zarah looked down at the ice skates that had taken her so long to get on. So maybe it hadn't been the best idea to wear quite thick socks, with black drainpipes and leg warmers. But she had known from experience that coming in just shorts wasn't the best idea when it was actually quite cold in there. Today actually wasn't all that busy, one of the slower days it seemed. Less people to wonder what the weird girl was doing, concerning her leg warmers and ice skates, but she'd been determined to wear them and now she was. So there. The fact was, she wasn't the best of skaters. Especially not on ice, so she'd come to hopefully get better before what she was sure would be a disasterous party that her cousin was having for her ninth birthday. A cousin from her mum's side. A cousin that had insisted that Zarah HAD to be there or she would literally have a tantrum. And she wasn't even joking. If Zarah didn't go she would actually ruin her whole party, so she had no choice really.

Finally going on to the ice she could remember coming here before. Actually, she used to come a lot when she was younger but maybe ice skating wasn't like riding a bicyle? Maybe she could easily forgot how to ice skate? Everyone else looked like they were doing fine and so Zarah tried to remember everything that she knew about ice skating, or everything she could remember doing. It wasn't all that much. Just one foot in front of the other, push off and keep her balance. Oh that helped a lot. But finally, once going around the ring very near the edge incase she fell over, she was actually doing okay. Maybe the party wouldn't be so bad afterall, she could just run rings around the little kids. Pffft. Yeah right, they were probably all experts and would be little ice skating snobs. But still, her and her older cousin would have a laugh. They were both around the same age, her cousin being a year younger and both shared some interests. So that had to be a bonus.

Eventually Zarah began to feel more comfortable skating around and she was even daring to go further away from the edge. Daredevil, I know xD. But there wasn't many people around so it wasn't like if she fell over that her fingers were going to get sliced off or anything. Geesh, now that was a scary thought if she'd had one. After that she made her way back towards the edge but sort of out of nowhere came a person and knocked into her before she could move out of the way. She almost fell backwards and would have if she couldn't have kept her balance. Thank god she had done. Now that would have been embaressing. Although maybe not as embaressing if she had just fallen over for no particular reason than she was shit at ice skating. She looked around to see who'd knocked into her in the first place, eyebrow raised slightly.

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[Daley Watkins]

[/i] that much, nay it shrieked it at the top of it's bloody lungs.

He wore his typical attire, a black t-shirt over his torso and pair of loose light denim jeans on his legs, held up at the waist by a black leather belt. And of course his jet black hair was styled so it fell rather lazily over his brown eyes, he'd mastered the art of that style some time ago. The subconscious aim of his dress sense was to gain attention, and give a big 'fuck you' to society. But all he succeeded in doing was become just another sheep, following the latest 'rebelling' trends.

Not that Daley actually realised any of this, he probably wouldn't until he was much older and given that the chances of him ever growing up mentally were slim, well the thought would never cross his mind. Daley skated rather shakily over the ice, looking down at the white floor, eyes narrowed slightly in concentration; he wasn't looking where he was going of course, so when he managed to skate right into someone it didn't come as a surprise. Well, it did come as a nasty shock, but not a surprise. If that made sense.

He almost fell over because of it, he'd actually hit the person with some force, probably because these damned skates had no brakes. He managed to catch himself though, God knows how but he did, he chewed his lip slightly "Sorry about that," He said, brushing some non-existent crumbs off his shirt before looking up at the person. Had he been around his friends it was likely he'd had told this person to watch where they were going, even though he knew he was the one in the wrong. Peer pressure, mob mentality, whatever the hell it was called, Daley was definitely the type to succumb to it.

It was then that he actually realised who the person was, he grinned at her, Zarah, this was rather spiffy. Looked like fate didn't want him to be alone, eh? "Oh my god! You're Andy Hurley's daughter!" He shrieked loudly, he intended on grabbing the attention of everyone in the room, and too annoy Zarah, because the latter was something of a hobby of his. He was quite pleased with himself when his voice echoed around the hall. He flashed Zarah a cheeky smile and took a step back, should she see fit to hit him for bringing such attention on her.[/size][/color][/ul]

[Zarah Hurley]

Zarah thanked the fact that she hadn't fallen over because then she would have had a wet ass. Now that wouldn't be nice, that was for sure. "Yeah okay sure... it's fine." Zarah said pulling her tshirt down a little and shivering for the fact that she was STILL cold. All her clothes and yet she was still freezing in there. Moving around should warm her up, but she was beginning to get more apprehensive about skating around now she'd been knocked in to. But now she looked up at the guy who'd knocked into her and a smile made its way onto her face. Daley. They were good mates the pair of them, but Zarah liked him better when he was on his own. Without the mates that made him something different. Like he pulled some sort of mask on when he was around them. Not mates like Deryck, she liked both of those guys, seperately and together. But this was just Daley with his crew of lads following.

But then she heard what he had to say to her and she skated forward pushing him in the stomach gently. "Oh really? Where?" Zar looked around, talking as loud as Daley had before her. Nobody really paid attention anyway and carried on with their skating around like normal. Most people had probably forgotten who Andy Hurley was. It wasn't like he was in the media every other day or whatever. So why should any of them know who she was? "You know... I could shout equally as loud that you were Ian Watkin's son and well... you see those girls over in that corner, I'd bet they'd be all over you like a bad rash in a second." Zarah said quietly and grinned slyly. "Funny how all the attention you get is down to the fact that you're at Watkins eh?" She teased back, knowing that this might be something that he was a bit... well touchy feely about. Some of the guys she knew where.

"So... MR. WATKINS... what are you doing here at the ice rink... all by yourself?" Zarah asked him, emphasising his name to make it more noticeable to the people skating by. And hopefully to piss him off. As someone else whizzed by her, she shuffled forward on her skates a little towards Daley. "God, help me towards the edge will you Dales? I'm pretty shit on these skates. And by the way you just nearly knocked me over a second ago you're not the best either." Zarah laughed and held onto his hands as she expected him to help her. It had been a while since she last saw him and well... it was nice to see her friend again. She thought of the two of them as good friends, best friends. She smiled at the guy, using the hand that wasn't holding his to push her hair back a little and tucked the hair long enough to go behind it, behind her ear.

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