Okay. . . sorry for not posting this sooner, but I was at my cousin's house for the week and never really got a chance to post. Don't worry, Kendall and Avery are up next ;P

I may not have been posting, but I have been writing this story down.

POV: Logan Mitchell

"Knock knock," I stood in the doorway of Macy's bedroom.

She lowered the book she had been reading, a smile on her face, "Hey."

"Your mom let me in," I pointed in the direction of the of the living room.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I wanted to talk to you."

"Shoot," I waited for her to speak up.

"Not here," she put her book back in the bookcase.

"Where then?"

"I don't know, maybe the maybe the ice rink," she suggested, "We could practice ice hockey for tryouts."

"Oh, right," I fixed my gaze on my shoes.

"What's wrong? You love hockey."

"Well," I began slowly, "it's just. . .look at me," I gestured to myself, "I'm not exactly big and strong."

She put a hand on my shoulder, "Logan, you're incredibly good. You don't have to be big, but you are strong and fast," she insisted, "You're really good for 13."

"You're right," I thought about it, "but you're still gonna skate circles around me."

"So what if I do? I'm just as good as you are."

She's right, she is.

"Then let's hit the ice," I clapped my hands together and grabbed our hockey gear.

When we came into the ice rink, I sighed with relief. The cold air was an amazing way to get away from today's heat.

"What is it, like, 95 degrees outside?" Macy put her bag on a bench.

"And rising. Maybe wearing our gear to here was a bad idea."

"Oh, ya think?"

"Do I hear sarcasm in your voice?"

"Don't push it."

"Sorry."

I looked at the ice as Macy laced up her skates. Literally no one was on the ice. Perfect time for me to practice.

"Alright," Macy put on her hockey helmet and stepped onto the ice, "how's your passing?"

"I'll let you know after I get used to skating," I clung to the wall for dear life.

"You're hopeless," she smiled and shook her head.

"Um, a little help?" I smiled weakly.

"No worries," she glided my way, took my hand, and skated slowly.

"I think I'm okay now," she let go and I fell on my back that very second.

"L-Logan!" she immediately turned around and came back, "I am so sorry," she pulled me back up.

"A few more laps should do it," I insisted.

"Yeah, a few hundred more."

"I'm good now," I reassured her.

"Are you positive? Next fall could be on your head," she let go.

No-I didn't fall down.

"'Kay, so how's your passing?"

"Not my strongest point."

"You can't be that bad," she smiled again.

"Thanks, you're the best," my words were filled with sarcasm.

"Just pass the puck to me," she tossed me a hockey stick and hit the puck to me.

"I think you're doing pretty good," we passed the puck for a little while.

So far so good: No injuries.

"I guess I am," I passed the puck.

I think I passed it a little too hard.

Why?

'Cause it hit Macy right in the stomach.

She grabbed her stomach and hunched over in pain.

"Are-are you okay?"

"Yeah. . .I'm fine," she said between breathes, "I think we need to try something else."

"Yes, like, sitting on the bench, we've been at this for a couple hours."

"Only 'cause you need the practice."

"You better now?" I smiled weakly at her.

She nodded, "You know you are the best friend I've ever had?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Care to pinky swear on it?" I stuck out my pinky finger.

"Absolutely," she stuck her pinky finger out as well.

We linked our pinkys together.

"Then it's official," I smiled confindently at her, "We're best friends for life."

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