Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage.
I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character.
My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink.
I don’t play a character, I’m just myself.
Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self.
Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example.
I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack.
I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull.
And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot.
So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.


31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Harry’s POV

After we all finished up at the buffet, I said bye to everyone and then quickly left. I wasn’t in the mood to stay out in the parking lot and talk to them. We had walked out of the restaurant to leave, not to stand in front of the entrance and continue talking.

They didn’t seem to take notice or really care very much that I had left.

After I had snapped at Zack for asking me who I was texting, there was a bit of tension, but thankfully nobody really tried to enforce it, but it was there.

I sent Gabrielle a text telling her that I would talk to her later when I got home. I had to put my phone away and stop texting her for a while since everyone was expecting my full attention.

Once I got in my car, I set my bag and phone in the passenger seat like I always did, and began to drive out of the parking lot. As much as I knew I needed to go home, I just didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do, but I just didn’t want to go back to my aunts house and be bored just sitting on the ouch until it was time to go to sleep.

When I was at a stoplight, I grabbed my phone to send my aunt a text to tell her that I was going to be home late, I didn’t want her to worry again like she did last time. When the stoplight still hadn’t changed, I also checked to see if Gabrielle had texted me back, but she hadn’t. That was probably okay though because I didn’t want to sit and think about how I needed to answer her while I was driving.

I was still having to remind myself to stay on the correct side of the road, I didn’t need the pestering feeling of needing to text someone back on top of that. Lord knows that I probably would give in and try to send a quick text while driving. I’d probably end up killing myself though, texting while driving and getting used to American driving.

The stoplight finally turned green, and I was now driving down the road going who knows where. I soon found myself driving passed Northbrook, Gabrielle’s neighborhood.

Once I reached another stoplight, I tried to quickly make up my mind on whether I should just keep on driving or not. I knew it would be best to just text my aunt back and tell her that I actually would be coming home, or go somewhere else instead. The naïve part of me just ignored myself and I made the turn to drive into the neighborhood once this stoplight turned green.

I didn’t even remember what streets I had to go down to get to Gabrielle’s house; I wasn’t even sure why I even thought about going there. I decided just to drive around the neighborhood, and see if Gabrielle was right about not all of the houses in this neighborhood being ridiculously large, and that some of the houses were a regular and decent size.

I drove down the first turn to a street that I saw, and as I drove down it, so far I had to say that Gabrielle was wrong, these houses were ginormous. I drove out of this street of houses and continued down the outside until I turned into another random one.

So far the houses weren’t too big, but they weren’t small. I wasn’t even sure why I cared enough to spend my time driving around looking at the sizes of houses. The more I continued to drive down the road, the more and more stupid I felt driving around looking at the sizes of houses. I decided that I should just go ahead and go home. I was about to turn around and go out the way I came in, when I realized that the street I was driving down was very familiar now.

I looked out the window, and saw that I was just about to drive passed Gabrielle’s house, or what I thought was her house. It looked very familiar, but I wasn’t sure. I parked my car on the side of the street, and looked at the house.

I wanted to go up there to the front door and see if it was her house, which I was pretty sure it was. What held me back though was maybe that it was the wrong house and I would have an awkward encounter with people I didn’t know. It’s one thing to dial a wrong number, but going to the wrong house is utterly embarrassing.

I had now gotten out of my car and was standing at the edge of the driveway. I run my fingers over my lips as I walked up the driveway, and stand in front of the front, trying to understand why I am even standing here. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous; I guess it just seemed weird for me to show up at her house. I mean sure we’ve been texting constantly, but I don’t think that really means that we are close now.

Right when I decided that I should just turn around and leave, my hand seems to have a mind of its own, and is pressing the doorbell and I hear the ringing noise that its making on the inside of the house.

“Forget this,” I mumbled to myself, as I turned back to walked down the driveway.

Just as I had walked down the first step of the porch, I heard the door being open and I really had no choice now but to turn back around.

“Harry?” she asked, a surprised tone evident in her voice.

“Hey,” I blurted out as I turned to see her standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, still surprised and I couldn’t figure out if she was happy, mad, or what.

“I’m coming in,” I said, and walked passed her and into her house, feeling my confidence take over.

The confidence I had in myself that I didn’t know was really there until the first time I arrived at Gabrielle’s house, and actually talked to her.

“My dad is going to be home soon, so you should probably leave,” she eventually told me.

I felt my confidence shrink a bit, but I didn’t let it affect me.

“You doing anything this weekend?” I asked her, ignoring what she had just said to me, I’d leave plenty of time before her dad gets back.

“I’ll pick you up at five, we’re going to that restaurant,” I said, not even giving her a chance to answer. “Banderas?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m going to take you up on that offer now,”

“Once again Harry, that offer was something you came up with,” she told me.

“You want to go or not? I could use someone to tell me what the best entrée to get there is,” I said.

“How about I just tell you now?” she told me.

“What’s the fun in that? Why are you being so stubborn?” I asked.

“Look my dad is going to be home soon, and I’d be grounded for life if he saw you here,” she told me.

“Well I’m not leaving until you agree,” I said to her and I moved back and forth on my heels.

She tapped her foot on the hard wood floor anxiously, “Fine,” she agreed,

“Now get out,” she told me, now replaying the familiar scene of her pushing me out of her house like she did the last time I was here.

I gave her a small smirk, and then happily stepped out her house, and walked down the driveway and across the street to my car with a big smile on my face.

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