The Boy In The Black Skates[ON HOLD]

It's Not Always About Winning

"My honey? Are you okay?" Chris heard Mark call from the other side of the bathroom stall door.

Today was their first competition and Christeen was freaking out.

"Baby... I-I-I'm just really nervous... I don't think I can do this..." Christeen said.

"Chris, we've trained to hard not to do this. We have gone through to much to just stop now. My honey come on open the door..."
Mark said, pushing on the door.

After a few seconds, Chris opened the door, flinging herself into Marks arms.

"I love you, Mark." She said kissing his cheek.

"I love you too, Chris." Markus said, picking Chris up in a hug and twirling her around.

"Now lets go win a competition!" Chris said, walking out of the bathroom.

*

It was deadly quite in Chris and Marks' room. The only sound that could've been heard was Chris' sobs. They have been in their room since they got back from the competition.

"I'm so sorry my honey." Mark said, putting his arm around his sobbing girlfriend.

"No, it was my fault... I was late on all my jumps and my focus wasn't with the program. I am sorry I let our team down." Chris said, wipeing tears from her face.

"Baby, it was both our faults... I refuse to except that this is your fault alone. Because its not. We both lost focus. But don't worry, we will get it next time." Mark cooed.

Christeen stopped crying when there was a knock on the door.

Mark rushed to the door, along with Christeen, to see who was bothering them at this late hour.

Markus was the one to open the door. And boy! Was that not a suprise to who stood out side their room!

"Markus Williams and Christeen Edwards?" The little man said, holding his clipboard to his chest with one hand, and pushing up his glasses with the other.