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.


42. Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Harry’s POV

“Bye,” I smiled at Gabrielle as I walked out onto her front porch.

She smiled back and before I finally left I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before turning to head back down to my car, relieved that she accepted and didn’t pull away.

We basically spent the time that I got to her house and now just sitting on the couch and watching the shows on every channel. It sounded a bit boring, but Gabrielle assured me that it was fun, and like always she was right. I wanted to stay longer but her dad was going to be coming home soon.

Plus I did need to get home anyway before my aunt started getting suspicious. I did send her a text saying I might be out later, but I’ve been doing that a lot and there’s going to be a time when she starts asking why I’ve been out later than just going to the buffet because that only takes up maybe an hour of my time.

Once I had gotten across the street from Gabrielle’s house where I parked, I got out my keys and unlocked the car. When I got in the car, I took out my phone and checked it real quick to see if my aunt got the text I sent earlier so she knew that I was going to be home late.

When I pressed the button on my phone, the screen lit up and I saw that my aunt had texted me back asking me where I was. I didn’t feel the need to tell her because all she’d ever tell me to let her know was if I was going to be home late or not. I responded by just telling her that I’d be home soon and then put my phone in the cup holder before starting up my car.

Just as I was about to press my foot down on the pedal, a car driving up behind me made me stop to wait for it to pass, but it got my attention when I saw that vehicle driving into the driveway of Gabrielle’s house. I was happy that I left the house when I did or else who knows what would’ve happened. I didn’t even realize how late it was until I had seen her dad drive up because she always tells me that her dad gets home really late.

I watched the man get out of his car and lock it before walking up the driveway. I couldn’t see much of him considering that it was dark out, but the streetlights lit the area so I could kind of get a good look at him. I’d never noticed until now that I’ve never even seen her dad I don’t think.

From what I saw of them though walking across the street, I think Gabrielle got most of her looks from her mom. Her dad has brown hair, and the glimpse I got of his face doesn’t completely resemble Gabrielle’s, but I’d have to see him closer to know for sure.

Once he got inside the house I realized that I should probably get going back to my aunt’s house before she starts to worry too much. I drove back to my aunt’s house as quickly as I could without running through stoplights or going over the speed limit. When I got back to my aunt’s house I was a bit surprised when I saw most of the lights on through the windows.

Once when I had gotten back a little earlier than this only one light was turned on that I could see. I really hope I didn’t worry my aunt too much, I was so busy hanging out with Gabrielle that I had forgotten that my aunt might be worrying about me because she can get pretty paranoid and worry at times. I quickly decided in the moment that I would just tell her I went to hang out with the guys after we finished at the buffet because they wanted to go bowling or some crap.

I parked my car in my spot in the driveway, and then took the keys out and grabbed my stuff before getting out of the car. I walked up the driveway and into the house, and right when I opened the door I heard my aunt’s voice,

“Harry?” I heard her call from the kitchen I’m assuming.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said back to her as I walked towards the kitchen.

“Where have you been?” she quickly asked me once she saw me.

“I told you where I was going,” I reminded her, “The guys just wanted to hang out afterwards,”

“Harry I know you weren’t at the buffet with the hockey team,” she said.

“What?” I asked, making sure that I heard her correctly.

“The buffet, I know you weren’t there,” she said again.

“H-How?” I managed to get out, feeling mixed emotions now that my aunt knows I wasn’t at the buffet today.

“There’s something I need to tell you that I wasn’t planning on telling you until later,” she started.

“Okay…” I said, growing even more nervous.

“But before I tell you don’t think you’re off the hook because I still want an explanation on where you were tonight and this afternoon,” she told me.

I just nodded showing I understood, but still hoping what she is going to tell me might get me out of it, at least for tonight.

“You remember that date I went on the other night?” she asked.

“Of course,” I responded.

“Well it was with your coach,” she said right after I had answered her, not taking a moments hesitation.

Gabrielle’s POV

After Harry had left, my dad came home hardly even five minutes later. I was lucky that I remembered about my dad coming home when I did because just a couple of minutes later my dad would be walking through the front door while Harry was sitting on the living room couch and then I don’t know what I would’ve done.

“Hey Gabi,” my dad said once he walked into the kitchen where I had now moved to.

I had quickly grabbed a bag of pretzels from the pantry when I heard him coming home since I didn’t have time to get down my homework. I liked to be in the kitchen when he got home because that’s where he is for a while eating before he goes and watches the news.

“Hey dad,” I finally said back as he opened the fridge and, of course, grabbed out one of the frozen meals that he surprisingly loves so much.

I however don’t care from them, but some of them aren’t too bad. I usually just go through what we have and try to make myself something, but sometimes I just go ahead and have a frozen meal. While I was thinking about food I realized that I hadn’t even had dinner yet, unless you counted the five pretzels that I had eaten.

As my dad was putting his meal in the microwave, I got up and went to the fridge to grab myself one.

“You haven’t eaten dinner yet?” he asked once he saw what I was doing.

“No, I wasn’t hungry earlier so I decided just to wait,” I lied, considering the real reason was I just wasn’t thinking about food since I was having so much fun hanging out with Harry.

“Well it looks like someone came to visit Margret today,” my dad said, trying to make conversation.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Margret, remember that elderly lady across the street who had the granddaughter you used to play with some when you were younger,” he said.

“Oh yeah, I remember,” I said.

“There was a car parked across the street in front of her house leaving when I was driving up. I’m glad some people are finally coming to visit her again now that she isn’t moving around as much,” he said.

Right when he said that I realized that it was Harry’s car that he saw parked across the street. I was beginning to think my dad was just leading me on and he really knew whose car that was; he hasn’t even mentioned Margret in almost eight years.

“That’s nice,” I answered, and I decided that my thinking was wrong when all my dad did was just smile and nod back at me and then dropped the subject.

The microwave timer when off a few moments later signaling that his food was done, and he left it open for me to put mine in next. I slid the meal in and set the timer as my dad sat down at a barstool. As I leaned against the counter, waiting for my food to be done, I felt my phone ring in my pocket.

I took out the device and saw that I had a text from Harry. I opened up the text and read that he wanted to pick me up as early as possible tomorrow and go to the diner. I asked him why and he responded a few seconds later saying to just tell him what the earliest time he could come to pick me up was. I knew tomorrow was the day my dad had to go to work early so I just replied by telling him around seven.

“Who are you texting?” my dad asking, causing me to look up quickly and pull my phone down.

“Um it’s just Bella, she wants to meet up tomorrow,” I answered, and he just nodded and took a bite of his food just as the timer for my meal in the microwave went off.

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