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For Old Times Sake—M. Latta

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You and Michael had been best friends since diapers. His mom and your mom had been best friends since they were in primary school. You live next door to each other. You were born on the same day. Because of your shared history, you and Michael knew everything about each other and did (almost) everything together. This could lead to trouble.

You had traveled home for a wedding and were staying at your parent’s house in your small hometown. You were laying in bed, listening to old CDs, and scrolling through your phone when there was a bang at your window. You looked up to see Michael leaning out of his bedroom window with marbles in his hand. He was in town for the wedding too.

You opened the window. “Marbles? Are you serious?”

“Rocks and pucks could’ve broke the window,” he explained.

“So could marbles.”

“Technicality, Y/N,” Michael smiled.

“Michael, we have a wedding to attend tomorrow,” you reminded him. “It’s almost midnight.”

“Let’s go on adventure. Just like we used to,” you tried not to look at him because of the classic Latta smile. “We could sneak into the rink like we did when we were 13.”

You rolled your eyes. “Most of your adventures involve hockey, skating, and ice.”

“Well that’s because yours always involved food and animals,” he retorted.

“You never objected to that!”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Are you in or not?”

You thought for a moment. “This is a stupid plan, like most of plans. Yes I’m in. Someone has to make sure you don’t get arrested,” you conceded. Michael watched you disappear back into your room before reappearing with a rope and tying it to a pipe outside your window.

“You still have that?” Michael chuckled. He’d given you the rope the morning of the day you would sneak into the local rink for the first time. It had been used many times for you to enter and exit your home. After scaling down, you waited for Michael to come down. You hoped he wouldn’t come down like he did when you guys were younger, but the idiot did. He jumped out of his window.

“Are you insane?” You hissed. “You could’ve broken a bone.”

Michael shrugged and grabbed your hand. You walked down the streets of your hometown, dodging street lights and sneaking under the windows of those still awake. The rink wasn’t too far from where you lived. When you arrived, Michael tried opening the door but it was locked.

“Why did you think it would be unlocked?” Michael shrugged. “How are we getting in, genius?”

Michael grinned and pulled out a key. “Hopefully they haven’t changed the locks in 13 years.” You discovered they hadn’t.

You and Michael found skates and went out onto the ice. “I miss this,” you sighed.

“Skating? Me? Skating with me?”

“Skating,” you answered.

Michael smiled and grabbed your hands. You skated around gracefully like you did when you were younger. “I feel like we are a part of Cutting Edge.”

Michael smiled. “You always loved that movie.”

“I should’ve known when I heard you were back town,” The two of you of you stopped and saw Officer Williams, the man who always busted you two when you were younger. “You two know the routine.”

You and Michael skated off the ice. “So should I take you to the station and have your parents pick you up there or I call them here.”

You two looked at each other. “Here,” you two said simultaneously, “Here’s fine.”

Thirty minutes later your parents and Michael’s parents showed up at the rink. “I feel 13 years younger,” your mother said walking in. “Do you two know what it’s like to get a call at two in the morning about your daughter and neighbor boy breaking into an ice rink?”

“They’ll know eventually,” Michael's mother smiled. “Still, I don’t understand why you two had to do this tonight of all nights. You two are getting married in 14 hours!”

Michael kissed your cheek. “I had to have fun with my neighbor girl before she became my wife. For old times sake.”

They looked at you. “What’s your explanation?” Your mother asked. “You know the groom shouldn’t spend the night with the bride or see her before the wedding.”

You smiled at Michael and twirled the ring on your finger. Michael put his hand over yours. “For old times sake.”