The next day, Saturday, Adam showed up at the rink, twelve pm sharp.
"Adam!" Guy shouted from the other side of the rink, where he was mid lap, and he skated over.
"I brought you some lunch," Adam said, holding up a brown bag.
"Ooh, thanks, I was beginning to get hungry," Guy took the offering and walked off the ice.
The two talked about their English papers for a little bit, before taking to the ice. Really, all Guy was there for was to keep Adam from giving up. At first they just practiced skating, while holding the stick correctly. By the end of the week, Adam was taking shots. But he made sure he practiced with Guy before he went to physical therapy. Even though his wrist was physically almost healed, the pain was still there. And though shooting lefty required the snap of his left wrist, his right wrist was still involved, and after about twenty minutes taking shots, he'd have to stop, only so he would still be able to do his exercises.
Playoffs came and went, and Adam was at every game. The only one who knew he was there was Guy. He always made a point to make eye contact with Adam before each period of every game. It was their little secret.
During the championship game, Adam thought for sure Charlie was watching him. He kept looking up where he was sitting, and Adam wondered if Guy spilt the beans. But he was just flipping out. Charlie's new girlfriend was sitting rows ahead of him, closer to the rink. At the end of the game, after the Ducks' won in a tough 1-0 win, Adam fought the urge to run onto the rink and congratulate Guy and his teammates. However, his decision not to was confirmed when he watched Charlie kiss some blonde bimbo.
Adam couldn't watch that. He hadn't seen Charlie in weeks, but he knew that he went and got himself a girlfriend. He knew that Charlie was over Adam.
Adam rushed out of the arena, with a lone pair of eyes watching him.
It was the next day, at their practice, that Adam lost it. He skated onto the ice, early. Guy wasn't expected to be there for another ten minutes, but Adam tended to get there early. He missed just taking laps around the rink.
"Hey Adam," Guy said his hello, as he skated up next to Adam.
Adam was so deep in thought, he didn't even notice he was there until he spoke.
"Ooh, Guy, what's up?" Adam slowed down.
"Nothing."
"Nice win last night."
"Nice sneaking out of there so quick. You could've came down to congratulate. The others were a little annoyed that you didn't. They don't know that you had even come to the game, and they were upset. They wanted you there."
"Oh," Adam looked down at his feet.
"It's alright. They-" Guy rolled his eyes and shook his head. He didn't know what to say.
Adam nodded, to show he understood.
"I um, I uhh, I saw Charlie last night, kissing Marla. That's her name, Marla. She's in one of his classes, Italian or something. They've been together for a few weeks now."
Adam was quiet.
"I saw that you saw him too."
"I don't know why I left. I wanted to come say hi to you, to all of you guys. You guys skated great last night, and you deserved it. But then I saw him, and I fell to pieces inside," Adam began to cry. It just then occurred to him that he never grieved over losing his first love. Even after what he saw last night, he just went back to the dorm, grabbed his roller blades, and skated around town, getting his mind off things.
It wasn't long before Adam collapsed, crying openly.
Guy dropped to pull Adam into a hug, holding him as he cried all over the ice and his hockey gear. But Guy didn't mind. Adam needed a friend, had needed one for some time now, and Guy was glad that Adam trusted him enough to open up like this. Besides, Guy liked the feeling of holding someone again. Him and Connie had been broken up for quite some time now.
"Oh god, oh Guy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Adam rushed to apologize, but was cut off by the warm feeling of Guy's lips on his.
"Adam!" Guy shouted from the other side of the rink, where he was mid lap, and he skated over.
"I brought you some lunch," Adam said, holding up a brown bag.
"Ooh, thanks, I was beginning to get hungry," Guy took the offering and walked off the ice.
The two talked about their English papers for a little bit, before taking to the ice. Really, all Guy was there for was to keep Adam from giving up. At first they just practiced skating, while holding the stick correctly. By the end of the week, Adam was taking shots. But he made sure he practiced with Guy before he went to physical therapy. Even though his wrist was physically almost healed, the pain was still there. And though shooting lefty required the snap of his left wrist, his right wrist was still involved, and after about twenty minutes taking shots, he'd have to stop, only so he would still be able to do his exercises.
Playoffs came and went, and Adam was at every game. The only one who knew he was there was Guy. He always made a point to make eye contact with Adam before each period of every game. It was their little secret.
During the championship game, Adam thought for sure Charlie was watching him. He kept looking up where he was sitting, and Adam wondered if Guy spilt the beans. But he was just flipping out. Charlie's new girlfriend was sitting rows ahead of him, closer to the rink. At the end of the game, after the Ducks' won in a tough 1-0 win, Adam fought the urge to run onto the rink and congratulate Guy and his teammates. However, his decision not to was confirmed when he watched Charlie kiss some blonde bimbo.
Adam couldn't watch that. He hadn't seen Charlie in weeks, but he knew that he went and got himself a girlfriend. He knew that Charlie was over Adam.
Adam rushed out of the arena, with a lone pair of eyes watching him.
It was the next day, at their practice, that Adam lost it. He skated onto the ice, early. Guy wasn't expected to be there for another ten minutes, but Adam tended to get there early. He missed just taking laps around the rink.
"Hey Adam," Guy said his hello, as he skated up next to Adam.
Adam was so deep in thought, he didn't even notice he was there until he spoke.
"Ooh, Guy, what's up?" Adam slowed down.
"Nothing."
"Nice win last night."
"Nice sneaking out of there so quick. You could've came down to congratulate. The others were a little annoyed that you didn't. They don't know that you had even come to the game, and they were upset. They wanted you there."
"Oh," Adam looked down at his feet.
"It's alright. They-" Guy rolled his eyes and shook his head. He didn't know what to say.
Adam nodded, to show he understood.
"I um, I uhh, I saw Charlie last night, kissing Marla. That's her name, Marla. She's in one of his classes, Italian or something. They've been together for a few weeks now."
Adam was quiet.
"I saw that you saw him too."
"I don't know why I left. I wanted to come say hi to you, to all of you guys. You guys skated great last night, and you deserved it. But then I saw him, and I fell to pieces inside," Adam began to cry. It just then occurred to him that he never grieved over losing his first love. Even after what he saw last night, he just went back to the dorm, grabbed his roller blades, and skated around town, getting his mind off things.
It wasn't long before Adam collapsed, crying openly.
Guy dropped to pull Adam into a hug, holding him as he cried all over the ice and his hockey gear. But Guy didn't mind. Adam needed a friend, had needed one for some time now, and Guy was glad that Adam trusted him enough to open up like this. Besides, Guy liked the feeling of holding someone again. Him and Connie had been broken up for quite some time now.
"Oh god, oh Guy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Adam rushed to apologize, but was cut off by the warm feeling of Guy's lips on his.