THREE: Valerie's POV

"Vanessa!" I whisper-called as I let myself into her room with my suite key.

"Hey!" she appeared in short shorts and a tank top hugging to her figure.

"Online shopping time!" I whisper-shouted as I showed her my little Netbook. She smiled and pulled out her Mac, waving it in the air before turning it on.

"I vote we look for skating accessories and stuff first." I clicked on my internet icon.

"Done," Vanessa grinned. As we shopped we talked quietly, whispered conversations going from boys to shoes to jumps and techniques. At one point Vanessa asked,

"So, have you ever considered just going pro to, like, perform in ice shows or just, kind of, becoming a coach or something, to bring some one else to the top like you did?"

"I've actually considered that a few times; I'm still trying to decide. It's like, stay famous for a while, or, like, disappear for a decade and come back with my champion. It's not an easy decision to make." I told her as I sifted through the seasons latest skating dress designs.

"Yeah, I guess I can see where you're coming from. Ooh, item four-oh-three on page four is adorable. I'm buying it. How long is shipping time?"

"Two days maximum. Why?" I asked.

"I have to wear this dress for my program in the Olympics. Its way to adorable to pass up." she spun her computer around to show me a beautiful white skating dress with cold threaded embroidery edges. It was short, as skating dresses go, and had long sleeves with outward V's on the top of each hand. The neckline dipped down to just below her ribcage and the dress had gold rhinestones covering the front torso part and the right side of the bottom.

"Too true," I agreed. "It is adorable. But shouldn't you stick with what you already know works?"

"I guess…" she agreed grudgingly.

"Just to be safe, you know?"

"Yeah. Erg, I'm done shopping in skater-mode. It's girl shopping time." She closed out of the skaters shop an opened up her favorites bar, clicking rapidly on multiple sites.

"Jeez, how many are you opening?" I asked.

"Um…twelve of my usual seventeen. Why?" she looked up.

"Just wondering. I usually open one at a time or just stick to one." I laughed.

"Ooh, no way. I'm a multi-tasking shopper." She grinned.

Nice," I muttered as I added a new pair on bronze gladiator sandals to my cart.

"Jeez, is it really already two-thirty?' Vanessa asked me, stretching.

"Holy shit, it is!" I glanced at my computer clock. "Do you need to go to bed for practice tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I don't have any idea what times Molly wants me on the ice…" she responded.

"Well, I guess I should let you go get some sleep them. Don't want you to be tired during practice time." I closed down my lap top.

"I guess. We have to do this again though." She insisted.

"Deal. We'll do it after you win the gold medal." I grinned.

"Deal," she grinned back at me as she closed her lap top.

We both stood up, hugged, and then went to our bedrooms to sleep until we absolutely had to wake up.