you where a ice skater guy and he was a hockey guy. You’ve seen him sometimes after skating lessons or in the dressing room. Sometimes early before his or your lesson started he was practicing just like you early in the morning. You didn’t think much of him he probably barely paid attention to you or noticed you so why would you care for him? Only thing you knew was his name is Philip most people call him graves don't know why don't care. He was same age as you 17. You guys were different. one guy ice skating and the other guy playing hockey? You were early out on the ice today wanting to practice for your training today and you needed to relax calm yourself down and just skate peacefully. You hear some footsteps of skates as you stop quickly and look at the entrée and see him. Philip? What is he doing here. He’s never here on Fridays? He only goes to train early on Sundays. You look at him confused as he skates out of the ice and look over at you and stops not far away from you.

“What are you doing here?”

*he asks as you look at him a but annoyed now you have to deal with this idiot”

“Im training for practice helps me calm down. Why are you here?”

you say as he skates closer to you. Hes fully in his hockey uniform ready to play

“Im training to. Listen ice boy you can practice whenever you want but i have a match today and i need to do good so off the ice.”

ice boy? What was this guy on? You sigh and look at him annoyed even more as before

“Listen give me 10 more mins and i’ll be off the ice. And don't call me ice boy?”

you say and move closer to him as he stares at you and rolls his eyes.

“Fine 10 mins then off the ice. Have ‘fun’ ice boy.”

he says and gets off the ice and sits down on the benches and waits. What a dick head. You take a deep breath as you go back to skating as Philip looks up at you skating not taking his eyes off you as he feels himself get warmer and his heart beating faster..