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.


41. Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Harry’s POV

After my aunt had gotten home from her date, I bombarded her with questions, probably the exact way she did to me. The only difference being she wasn’t answering even one, and I wasn’t squealing like a teenage girl like she was when I was in her place right now. I kept pestering her with different questions, but all she would tell me was that the date went great, and then she added that they planned a second date. I didn’t understand why she was so resistant to telling me any information.

At first I thought it was maybe because I wouldn’t tell her anything about Gabrielle, but the way she was dodging my questions, it seemed like she really didn’t want to say anything about the date. She kept saying it went great though so I didn’t understand why she didn’t want to talk about.

After my first date with Gabrielle when I was all smiley and giddy all I really wanted to do was talk about it, but I had to be careful with what I said because I didn’t want anything specific about Gabrielle to slip out. Whereas she didn’t have to be careful she could just ramble on as much as she wanted, but she wouldn’t. I finally let it go, after she promised me that she’d talk more with be about it in the morning.

Although I wasn’t sure if it was true, I decided just to agree and let her head to bed. I knew if she was going to talk about it with me tomorrow she was going to keep it short and sweet because Ben would be in the room with us.

Even if she did tell Ben that she was going on a date, I’m sure she wouldn’t really want him to hear how the date went and everything because who knows how Ben will react to hearing everything. I don’t even know if he want’s his mom to date or not. He could be one of those kids that don’t want their parents to get in any other relationships now that their birth parent is gone.

Ben is a pretty laid back kid so I don’t know if he’ll be like that or not because who knows what going on in that little head of his.

As it got later I realized that I was the only one who hadn’t gone to bed and was sitting in the living room. I turned the TV off that I almost didn’t remember was on because I had it on mute, and then got up from the couch. I was basically already ready for bed, all I really had to do was get out of the jeans I was wearing, take my contacts out, brush my teeth, all the stuff, so I guess I wasn’t completely ready to go to sleep.

Once I had completely done everything I needed too, I turned off the lights and made my way over to my bed, attempting to find it in the dark.

Once I bumped into it I quickly got on it as if it might disappear if I didn’t. I got under the covers and lay down and once my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.


When I woke up the next morning I realized that I had woken up on my own, no Ben, no alarm clock. I hoped that I didn’t sleep so late that I slept through my alarm clock, because I just figured my aunt wouldn’t let Ben come in again and wake me up.

When I sat up to grab my phone and check the time I realized that I actually woke up earlier than I usually did. Not being able to go back to sleep I decided that I’d just go ahead and wake up, hoping that maybe I could take to my aunt a bit before Ben gets up.

My aunt usually wakes up early so I’m guessing that she should be awake by now. I grabbed my phone and then headed out of my room and down out the hall into the kitchen. Sure enough I saw my aunt with the griddle out pouring pancake batter onto it.

“Well you’re sure up early,” she once she saw me.

“I believe you have some information to inform me of,” I smiled as I sat down on the barstool, not letting her get off the hook so quickly with the subject like I knew she was hoping.

“Maybe later Harry,” she told me.

“Oh come on, you promised me you’d talk about it this morning,” I reminded her.

“I said that I might tell you about it,” she said back.

“Whatever,” I sarcastically scoffed at her and got up to get myself a glass of orange juice.

After my aunt had all the pancakes cooked and set out on plates for the three of us. The third person missing soon came out of his room to join us.

“Harry why did you get up so early?” he asked, “I wanted to wake you up”

“I’m sorry,” I responded with a laugh,

“Next time I’ll be sure to sleep in late enough for you to come and wake me up,” I told him.

“But Ben I don’t think Harry is going to want to be woken up everyday by you jumping on top of him and pulling at his arm,” his mom told him.

“He doesn’t seem to mind,” Ben shrugged as a plate of pancakes was placed in front of him.

“I’m sure at some point he will though,” she said and turned to look at me, but I just shrugged in response as I took a bite of the pancakes, the familiar taste of them filling my mouth thankfully preventing me from answering at the moment.

I knew at some point I would get annoyed with Ben waking me up the same way every morning but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say that in front of him.

After we finished eating breakfast, I hung out with Ben for a bit in the living room before checking the time and realizing that I needed to go ahead and get ready. I was sipped to be going to the buffet this afternoon but I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or not. I mean there’s really no point in me going, I get along pretty well with the guys and I don’t think me not going to a buffet with them is going to drastically affect the hockey playing ability of the team like coach exaggerates that it will.

I went to my room and got changed into a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt.

After changing and getting ready, I grabbed my phone and headed back out to the kitchen to tell my aunt that I was leaving and headed to the buffet. Her and Ben both said bye to me before I grabbed my keys and headed out to the driveway where my car was parked.

Once I was in the car and had it all started up, I turned the radio on and then backed out of the driveway. As I was driving I was approaching one of the stoplights, I contemplated on which lane to get in.

One of them would lead me in the direction of where I needed to go which was the buffet, and the other one would lead me in the direction I wanted to go which was to Gabrielle’s house. I decided to ignore Gabrielle’s pestering of telling me to go to the buffet, and got into the left lane.

Once the light turned green, I made the turn that led me into the entrance of Gabrielle’s neighborhood. I drove down the road in her neighborhood until I found the one I needed to turn down.

As I neared her house, I was relieved to see that her dad’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I hoped that it wasn’t in the garage though, it usually isn’t, but I could never be too sure. If he his here, I hope that it’s Gabrielle who answers the door and not him. I parked my car across the street like I always did, and got out of the car and walked up to her front door.

After I rang her doorbell, it took a few seconds but she finally opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” she asked once she saw that it was me who rang the doorbell.

“What? Not happy to see me?” I jokingly asked.

“No, um surprised. Why aren’t you at the buffet?” she asked me just like I knew she would.

“I didn’t feel like going,” I answered with a shrug as I walked past her and into her house.

If her dad were home she would’ve already said something, so there was no harm in me going inside.

“I don’t think it matters whether you feel like going or not, you need to go. You’ve already skipped it a lot, before and after the break started,” she told me, following me as I continued to walk further into the house.

“Well no one has seemed bothered by it or cared enough to complain to me, except you,” I smiled at her.

“Oh come on at least one person on the team has noticed,” she said, calling me out.

“Maybe one or two people,” I admitted.

She responded with an ‘I knew it’ look, and I just rolled my eyes at her.

“Please let me stay here, don’t make me go to the buffet,” I begged, sticking my bottom lip out. She hesitated for a moment before giving in,

“Fine,” she said.

I smiled with the fact that I had gotten my way so easily, and walked with her to the living room.

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