"Everything is about hockey with you." Maya yelled. Cam blinked, too taken aback to answer. Maya shook her head, picking up her purse and opening his car door. "And I'm starting to get sick of it." She was halfway to her front door when he slid out of the car also.

Something in him yelled at him too, shouting that he should go after her. So he did. Maybe it was the rabid hockey fan inside of him that he should keep locked up when things came to Maya that was yelling, but still... he felt like she slapped his own mother.

"Maya... Maya... stop." He grabbed her arm and she yanked it out of his grasp but she did turn around to face him. Her face was stony and annoyed. "You knew when I came here, my main priority was hockey."

Maya rolled her eyes. "I know that, but why does it make me feel like I'm the other woman? I'll tell you why, because I basically am. That's how important I am to you when it comes to that stupid sport."

"It's not stupid, alright?" Cam interrupted, feeling as annoyed as she looked. "Please stop calling it that. If I had chosen basketball instead, do you think I would be here, talking to you?"

"I don't know, Cam! I'm not Fate, I'm just a girl who's sick of her boyfriend's full and undivided attention being diverted to a sport that I can't seem to wrap my head around ."

"Are you asking me to choose between you and hockey, Maya? Because if you are..." he trailed off because he himself didn't know the answer. Maya wiped her eyes.

"No! That's the last thing I'd ever make you want to do. I just don't like what your obsession with hockey is forcing me into. Look at me, I'm jealous of a sport! I'm scared that I'll turn into one of those evil and jealous hockey girlfriends that no one likes. All because of hockey."

He didn't know she held so much bitterness for the game. "All I said is that I wished you were at the game last night, Maya, please." He reached out for her hand but she pulled it away from him. Looking down, she tried not to let his puppy dog eyes affect her too much.

"I'm always there, Cam. Always, even when you can't see me, I'm yelling my head off in the crowd because I'm proud of you." Maya sniffled. "I couldn't come this once and you made me feel bad about it."

"I just wanted you there Maya." Cam didn't like where this was heading one bit. Maya sniffled again and he reached out to touch her, but was promptly swatted away. "Is that so wrong to want to have you there? Instead of shutting you out of my life because of hockey, I want to let you in because of it, not in spite of it."

Maya crossed her arms. "That's not the point. The point is that whether you're on the ice wrestling with people and getting yourself killed or whether you're not, I feel like I don't matter to you one bit." Maya's eyes grew wet and Cam shook his head at her, willing her- begging her not to cry. He would never forgive himself. "You're thinking about it. you're constantly talking about it, talking about leaving everything to train for some team when you haven't even left yet and go around the world to wrestle with foreign people on ice with forign girls waiting to kiss your stupidly cute face with nothing I can do about it."

"It's scary thinking about how our lives are going to be in two years." Cam whispered. Maya glared at him.

"And it's all you ever think about." Maya stormed up her steps and almost made it through her front door when Cam scrambled after her, almost falling to his face. Maya turned around, looking worried but he stood up quickly.

"What about you, Maya? You and your cello?" Cam retaliated the moment he allowed himself to get angry and by the way her eyes shifted into a heated and stormy glare, he knew he had allowed her to get angry as well.

"What about it, Cam?" she said through clenched teeth, daring him to compare her love for music to his love for hockey.

"That's your passion. And you do spend hours everyday ignoring everyone and playing on it, cleaning it, replacing your whatever and writing your whatever. Yet I don't complain because I know it's important to you."

"You're right. My music is very important to me. However, I make time for you, I put in effort so I can efficiently balance my music, my schoolwork, and you which you obviously don't appreciate. You don't even see me when your drink has ice in it. You don't feel like you're holding me back, do you? Because you're not. But I constantly feel that way."

"Maya, you've ignored me for hours on a regular basis because you're practicing. I've skipped hockey practice at least a million times for you and you've never skipped on your silly little band once. I try Maya, but I love the game so much."

"Three times Cam! Three and that was only because your coach was sick! But it's not like I ignore you every time a musical comes on, it's not like I can go through three whole days without seeing you or contacting you so I can see a symphony with my mom. " Cam looked down at that one, having the decency to look ashamed. "It's not like I love my cello more than I love you. I love being your girlfriend, I love that hockey makes you happy okay? I just don't like taking the backseat to a sport." Maya's hand rested on the doorknob. "And I don't have to."

"Maya, what are you saying?" Cam asked. His voice broke midsentence. Her eyes welled up and avoided his, looking down at her shoes.

"I'm saying that I don't want to be one of those girlfriends who make their boyfriend choose between things they love. I love you so much. I don't want to have to make you choose. So I won't."

Cam reached for her, yet again, and this time Maya allowed her hand to be captured by his. "Maya, you don't have to break up with me to prove your point. I don't love anything or anyone more than you." Cam had to tell her this before she shut the door on his heart. He pulled her into an embrace that he hoped never ended. But she pulled back just as quickly, looking down at her shoes. "I can't imagine not being with you."

Maya looked up and gave him a tiny and small smile. "That'll change. Time will become shorter. Distance, hobbies, more than hobbies, you're graduating next year. You're going into the NHL, you're going to be a superstar." She gave one of those sad, airy laughs that shouldn't even be charectirized as laughter. "I'll be the girl weighing you down and I love you too much to do that to you."

She opened the door. He gripped her hand tightly. She bent down to kiss the corner of his lip and before he knew it, her hand wasn't in his. It was gone, and so was she. And he was still standing in her yard, alone, trying to figure out what just happened.

AN: omg what am i doing these days

i think it's because i'm suffering camaya withdrawl