A World Without Sun discussion

She was lacing hers up when a boy with really red hair came over.
"What's up Lana?" he asked.
Lana smiled at him. "Hi Ash," she said, then looked over at Thomas.
Ash nodded, waved and left.

Thomas watched the guy, "a friend?" He asked, not jealous at all. Yet.

She shrugged and decided to try and make him jealous. "I suppose you could call him that..."

He nodded slowly, "see you out there," he went without her.

She got up, and slowly followed, confused. She skated gracefully and even did a few jumps to get used to the ice again. She eventually caught up to Thomas. "What was that about?"

He looked at her, "jealousy is a hell of an emotion to try and play with," he winked then skated faster to challenge her.

Lana huffed and sped up easily. "Never challenge an ex-figure skater."

Thomas grinned, "I played hockey, I can challenge you if I want," he sped up again.

She sighed and sped up with him. "We're going to end up in trouble," she pointed out.

Thomas shrugged, "as long as I'm with you, I don't care," he slowed down though, she clearly cared.

Lana blushed and looked away from him, slowing down carefully.

He looked around as he skated.

"Thomas? Do you really think I'm a brat?" she asked.

Thomas looked at her and shrugged, "you can be. But your a cute brat," he said jokingly. He didn't think she was a brat. She could just be bratty some times.

She blushed again. "...Okay. What do you do for fun?" she asked.

He shrugged, "I'm a hand to hand combat pro. I train some of the younger rebels. I also write poetry and skate."

"You write poetry? You?" Lana said, astonished.

Thomas tolled his eyes, "what about you?" He avoided her question.

"Hang out with my friends, hang around HQ, walk around," she mumbled. She didn't have anything as interesting as him, and she wasn't going to tell him that she preferred to hang out in bakeries and cafés to eat.

He nodded, "sounds kinda boring," he glanced at her.

She nodded. "I used to do more, but..."

Thomas frowned and took her hand, "I get it," he nodded.

Lana tried not to blush as he held her hand. "Can we get hot chocolate?"

He nodded, "of course," he led her off the ice and they walked awkwardly, because of the skates, over to a hot drink stand.

She smiled and get hot chocolate.

He got one too and sighed happily.

She went to a bench and sat down. "Thanks."

Thomas sad next to her, "don't mention it."

Lana drank her hot chocolate and watched him out of the corner of her eye.

Thomas took small sips and was lost in though. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular.

She finished and tossed her cup into the trash can.

He finished and threw his out too. "What would you like to do?"

She shrugged. "More skating I suppose."

He nodded and took her hand before heading back.

She smiled and took off the second she got on the ice.

Liam chuckled and skated after her.

Lana sped up and did a few jumps.

Liam watched her and smiled. She was truly amazing.

Lana skated back to him, grinning. "I missed doing that."

"I can tell," he smiled softly.

She moved next to him. "I stopped coming here when it was decided that I'd be part of the mission. I didn't want the people here judging me too. Thanks for bringing me back," she said.

Thomas smiled, "I'm glade your having fun."

She smiled at him. "So, you play hockey?"

"Played," he corrected, "I stopped when I was twelve.."

She cocked her head. "Why?"

"I broke my ankle in my first mission and couldn't play."

Lana nodded. "Oh. That must have sucked."

He nodded then shrugged, "ya, but it helped me decide between hockey and the rebellion."

She nodded slowly. "I suppose. Do you think... Do you think I should tell my dad? Everything?" she asked.

"Does he know that you work in the rebellion?"