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.


43. Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Harry’s POV

My mind was still reeling from last night as I drove to Gabrielle’s house the next morning. Why did she have to go out with my coach of all people, and why did he have to ask my aunt why I wasn’t at the buffet? Maybe I had something important and couldn’t go to the buffet. Plus coach has my number so why did he just text me and ask?

I had been trying to convince myself to stop thinking about it since last night, but I couldn’t. I am happy for my aunt though that she found somebody that she likes. I knew she was pretty picky about who to even consider going out with ever since her husband died.

My mum had been telling me that after about a year since her husband had died my aunt tried dating, but all she could think about was her past husband and she kept comparing them and if they did even one thing that reminded her too much of her husband, she knew she couldn’t be around them. My aunt was a mess then, I remembered my mom telling me.

My mum had been telling me all this because she wanted me to know everything I possibly could about my aunt before I came to America to live with her.

Since I didn’t really know my aunt mom thought it would be best to tell me all this information so I wouldn’t have to ask and everything. Especially about this because if I had brought up her husband dying my mum said there’s a chance she might just burst into tears.

Mum also told me not to interfere with her love life. I was planning on interfering with her and my coach’s relationship, I just didn’t like it. I knew it just started a few days ago, but they way she came home from her date that night she was so smiley and happy and seemed just head over heels for the mystery guy she was talking about, although it’s not much of a mystery anymore.

Then I started thinking about Ben. I’ve been so worked up with this situation that I forgot that I don’t think Ben even knows that his mum went out on a date. Would he be upset if his mum went out on a date? I didn’t think he even knew his dad well enough to really remember him. I started thinking back and tried to remember how old Ben was when his father died. I knew it wasn’t too long after he was born, so I think he was about two or three years old.

My aunt has been raising Ben by herself for so long, so maybe it’s time she did try and find someone. I mean my aunt has resulted to me being the male figure in her son’s life. I remembered about Gabrielle telling me about her dad having to raise her on his own after he mom left, and how hard it was at times for him. I guess this situation is almost the same way, except my aunt has Ben raising a kid alone from a younger age, where as Gabrielle’s dad started raising a kid by himself when Gabrielle was around five or six.

I wasn’t going to be mad at my coach or my aunt for this, I just wish they wouldn’t discuss me and my whereabouts. I knew that my aunt needed this though, even if it doesn’t work out, she needs to get back into the swing of dating and find an older person that Ben could look up to with more experience with life besides me.

Once I arrived at Gabrielle’s street that her house was on, I noticed that her dad’s car was still there. I was expecting that though because I was planning on getting here a little early. I parked my car on the side of the street a few houses down so her dad wouldn’t see my car across the street from their house and wonder about a car there or something. I didn’t really know, it just seemed like the safe thing to do right now. I turned on the radio while I waited and a few minutes later from the distance that I was away from the house, I finally saw her dad walking out of the house and to his car that was parked in the driveway.

Once I saw his car backing out of the driveway and starting to drive down the road, I got out from the place that I was parked on the side of the road and began driving so he’s think I was just a car passing by.

Once I was sure his car was out of sight, I eventually pulled into Gabrielle’s driveway. I didn’t feel like wasting the time of going up and ringing her doorbell today, so I just decided to send her a quick text letting her know that I was here whenever she was ready.

A little less than a minute after I sent her the text, the front door that I had continuously been looking at began to open and Gabrielle walked out. She smiled at me before turning back to lock the door and put her keys into her purse before walking over to my car and getting into the passenger side.

“Hey,” I said once she was in the car and putting her seatbelt on.

“Hey,” she said back and I then began to back out of the driveway. “So why did you want to come pick me up so early?” she asked as I drove out of her neighborhood.

“I’ll explain when we get to the diner,” I told her.

I’d rather tell her everything over a meal when I could actually see her face to face instead of just talking in the car on the drive there. Luckily the diner was somewhat close to Gabrielle’s neighborhood, so we were there in a little more than ten minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and decided not to park at the back today and found a place close to the entrance of the diner.

“Not parking in the back, huh?” Gabrielle said, taking notice to where I parked.

“Decided to switch it up a bit today,” I told her.

She nodded, and we both got out of the car once I took the keys out and unlocked the doors.  I held the door open for her as we walked inside the restaurant. When we walked in, we were greeted by the hostess who picked up two menus and led us to a table. We sat down at the table that the hostess showed us, and she set the two menus down in front of us before telling us that our waiter would be right with us.

“So are you going to tell me now why you wanted to meet so early?” Gabrielle asked again once the hostess had left.

“My aunt caught me last night,” I told her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“She found out that I skipped out on going to the buffet yesterday,” I told her.

“What? How?” she asked quickly.

“Remember how I told you that she went out on a date and wouldn’t tell me who with?” I asked even though I knew she remembered when I mentioned it to her when I was at her house yesterday.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Well it was with my hockey coach,” I informed her and her jaw dropped.

“Seriously?” I nodded in response just as a waiter came and introduced himself as he gave us two glasses of water.

“So what happened? What did you say to her?” she asked just as the waiter walked away.

“Well I thankfully last night I got out of giving her an excuse as to why I wasn’t at the buffet, but I’m pretty angry that I now have someone reporting to my aunt if I decide not to go to the buffet,” I informed her.

“Well you did lie to her by saying you were going to the buffet, you could’ve just said you were going somewhere else,” she told me.

“Doesn’t matter where I said I was, my coach still would’ve told her that I wasn’t at the buffet,” I said.

“It just makes the situation worse though that you actually told her you were going and didn’t,” she added on.

“Okay whose side are you on here?” I said, adding a small smile so she’d know I was pretty much just joking.

“Sorry,” she laughed, “So did your aunt ask you this morning where you were last night?”

“No, I got up before she did and left her a note telling her that I was getting breakfast. There was nothing for me really to skip out on so I didn’t think she’d mind,” I said.

“That’s why I wanted to meet so early, so I would be out of the house before she got up,” I added.

“So what are you going to tell her when she asks where you were, because that’s probably going to be the first thing she’ll want to talk about when she see’s you,” Gabrielle said.

“I have no idea,” I said and put my face in my hands.

“I want to say something basic like that I was at the outlets or something, but I’m worrying she will ask some follow up question for more detail that I won’t be prepared for,” I explained.

“Oh,” was all she said.

“Oh?” I asked.

“I don’t really know what to tell you. I’d help you but I’m not good at coming up with lies,”

“Oh,” I repeated.

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