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Nick's POV

"Another win for Jonas!" called my dad, or whenever he was in the rink, we called him Coach. Jonas. That was our last name and hockey team. Coach started the league, so he thought it was best to name it after us. This was our lives, my brothers and I, we were hockey players. Good ones at that. We played in almost every major city possible, and yet there were hundreds more that we have yet to touch with our blades. We were pushed, we were determined, and we rarely ever lost. Coach always says, "If you're not gonna try, don't." He's been right about that. He played hockey as a teen, and he's probably had every hockey injury possible, and he looks at it like it was a lesson meant to be learn. Don't do this, don't do that. It's a part of his past he can't let go, so he trains us to be just like him. Honestly, my brothers and I love it. The thrill of winning, even though this seems to happen often, it makes us feel accomplished. But mostly, I think we push ourselves so we get that college scholarship one day. It will happen hopefully, we're pretty damn determined. We just don't know what will cause us to be noticed, another win? What if for the rest of the season we lose? Our dreams would be out the door, and we'd probably catch hell for it later. But that doesn't matter at the moment since we still have our futures ahead of us.

Today, April 1st, our mom died 10 years ago during birth with our youngest brother, Frankie. I was 7, Joe was 9, and Kevin was 11 or 12. Coach never talks about her, I think thats why he pushed us into hockey, he needed to distract us so we would never bring her up. I think about her even though I was only 7, I remember her face, her laugh, her smile, everything. She was the best mom a guy could have because unlike dad, she cared for other things then "how many victories Dad had when he played hockey." She told us stories about her life growing up, but they faded fast and I don't remember any of them. I miss her deeply, and on April 1st, I definitely show how much I miss her.

"Dude you're crying," Joe said from the doorway. I gave him that look that says 'What the hell, you should be too!' Joe looked at the calender I had hanging above my laptop. April 1st was circled in bright, red marker. "Oh right, Mom." He looked down as if trying to hide the tears he may be shedding. "It's been 10 years, we've all moved on, why can't you?" He was right, what was wrong with me? Any normal teenage guy would cry over, well...nothing. But I'm different, I cry over what's important, and at this moment, it was Mom.

"Sorry I have feelings," I said bitterly. I couldn't take Joe just talking about Mom like she was nothing. I got up from my bed, rushed passed Joe, and headed down the steps to my car.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad said from the living room while watching a rerun of some hockey game. He sure was sympathetic about Mom.

"Out. I need to get away and drive somewhere." I said blinking away my tears, no way would I want Dad to see me cry. He wouldn't approve.

"It's 11:30, you have practice tomorrow at 5:30 am, where the hell are you going?" He said, not even looking up from the tv.

"To go see Mom," I said quickly, and with that I was out the door starting up my car. I backed out of the driveway slowly, and even though it was dark, and my vision was blocked by tears, I knew exactly where I was going. I drove for 10 minutes before stopping in the parking lot of the church cemetary where Mom was buried. I sat in the car for awhile, waiting to find the courage to get out and just walk to the grave I could find with my eyes closed. With one deep breath, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and climbed the gate (cemetaries close pretty early) and made my way over to her grave. I knelt down, not caring for bugs or anything in the grass and I spoke as if she was here with me.

"Mom-" I choked on my words, "Mom, I need you here with me now. Dad's been fine, it's just, I feel like without you nothing matters. Joe didn't even remember what today was.. Dad cared more about hockey, and I just needed to get away and talk to you. Mom, I miss you so much. I hope you miss me too, and I hope you'll guide me into the right direction. And...I don't know, just I miss you. But I don't wanna be selfish. Dad, Joe, Kevin, and Frankie are fine. Joe has a girlfriend, I don't her name, they pretty much change weekly. Frankie has done so well in school lately, and he'll be starting in a mini league soon enough for his age group. Kevin.. well he's just been Kevin," I had to laugh at that, "And I don't really know what else to say. I'll visit soon I promise, and next time I'll try bringing the rest along. Bye Mom, I love you." And with that I hugged the tombstone and left the same way I came. I started up the car and drove home. It was 12:30 by the time I came home, but I couldn't sleep. Dad was passed out on the couch, Joe was talking to whoever was his weekly girlfriend, Frankie's been in bed since 8:30 probably and Kevin, who knows. I made my way up the stairs knowing that it was now April 2nd and I needed to cheer up again. Practice tomorrow at 5:30 am. That will definitely do it.

The night flew, and I pretty much only got 3 hours of sleep. Tossing and turning is a habit of mine. I woke up, showered, got my hockey gear together, and made it to the rink 5 minutes late. Coach was already there, doing drills with the rest of the team, but the moment he saw me, he blew his whistle and walked over to me.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked angrily.

"I'm only 5 minutes late, chill." I said, shoving passed him and to the locker room. I changed and came back up, and got on the ice with everyone else. Worked on drills and strategies for the next big game, and all that good stuff. Practice ended at 7:30, and considering my ankles felt weak and I was all sweaty and gross, I went to the locker room, took a shower, and came back out at 8:00am.

"Son, can I talk to you?" Coach called from a few yards away. I obeyed and walked over. I nodded for him to talk. "Look, you worked your butt off today, and I'm sorry about last night. I know your Mom meant the world to you, but she's gone, and she isn't coming back. I miss her too, but we need to move on." I nodded again, not wanting to tear up again. "I'll see you at home, bye." And with that he was out the main doors of the rink. I grabbed a small bite to eat and went over to the other rink where the figure skaters practiced. They worked in singles or pairs, which the idea of guys in tights scared me. I took a bite of my fries and looked at the skaters seeing the familiar girl faces. Emily, Demi, Selena, Taylor, and I almost dropped my fries when I saw the new girl. Her long, brown hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing.. well, what figure skaters wear during practice, and compared to the other girls she seemed pretty tall. Who was she, and why haven't I seen her before? I knew very little about figure skating, but I know you need to start pretty young, so she couldn't have been some 'newbie.' I looked over again and she was laughing with the other girls and their partners, but where was her partner? Maybe she was a singles skater. Who knows, but what I did know what that I was staring for a long time because Selena looked up thinking I was looking at her.

She's always had a thing for me, and she's asked if I would consider figure skating, but I always politely turned her down. Like I said, guys + tights = ultimate gayness and uncomfortableness. I waved slightly while she waved back a lot. The mystery girl saw this, looked at Selena, looked back at me, and then back at her. She snapped her fingers in front of Selena's face and looked back at me one more time. Her eyes. Her eyes were crystal blue that shimmered all the way over here. Wow. Then, that's when I saw her skate. She started gaining speed around the rink, going past me once but never making eye contact, she then proceeded to get in the position for a toe loop. This oughta be good, I thought. But when she was off the ice, she spun in perfect circles, and landed as if she wasn't wearing a blade beneath her foot. She slowed down and the others were clapping. Was that a good thing? I thought most skaters could do that. Oh well.

I glanced at my watch. 9:30am. I ended up watching all of their practice. While they were all coming my way, I quickly turned around so it seemed like I wasn't watching. But of course, Selena knew.

"Nick!" She screamed, running in her skates to give me a hug.

"Hey," I said, returning the hug, when I saw the mystery girl undoing her skates. "Hey, who's that?" Selena turned around, and looked back at me.

"Oh that's Miley. She's new, she just moved here from Salt Lake City, Utah. Pretty good, huh? She has like Olympic skating in her blood. She doesn't say much though, unless it's about skating. But other than that, yeah she's cool. Why?" she asked, cocking her head to one side while balancing on her skates.

"Just asking," I said. "Uh, can you excuse me?"

"Bye Nicky!" she said, while heading to the locker room to change. I walked over quietly, but she knew I was there.

"Uh Miley?" She looked up, blue met brown.

"Um, do I know you?" She said, her voice was like velvet.

"No, but uh I just wanted to say you were great out on the ice," I said, giving her an approving nod.

"Oh well, thanks. You were watching me?" She asked.

"Yeah, I tend to watch other practices. It just relaxes me thinking that I'm not the one doing all the work out there." She laughed at that, her laugh was breathtaking.

"Yeah I did that back home. But I don't want to be known as the creepy, stalker skating chick." I laughed at that.

"Yeah.." Awkwardness. "Well It was nice meeting you," I said, and extended my hand.

"Yeah, you too.. uh"

"Nick," I said. She smiled and shook my hand.

"See ya around?" She asked. I nodded. Then she walked away. I don't who you are Miley, but you've definitely caught my eye.