[COMPLETED]
"Some friendships are so important, you'd do anything to make them last. That's why Richie and I created a pact, but it came with rules. You may be asking what these rules are. well hold on i'll get there."
based off of 'Naomi and Ely's...
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Love is a Battlefield Pat Benatar
We are strong No one can tell us we're wrong Searching our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield
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6 months later
"Shit.", I grunt after stumbling on my easiest toe jump. What is happening to me? I usually can do this.
When I had first gotten introduced to the team the girls were really nice to me, so were the few other guys. Though there were several that were a bit rude to me.
It's nothing new, bullied, pushed around in high school. I had gotten used to it, but since I had gotten into NYU no one really cared much about what you looked like, or your sexuality, or what you believed in. I mean it's 2018.
Well apparently at Western, they judge. Hard. It might just be because I'm new, or because I was placed into the program without even having to try out. But all I know is that I don't need to let them get to my head.
I heard the whispers, as I wobbled on my triple axel, but landing it at least. I rolled my eyes at them, skating over to Emily, my friend. She's been there for me since the beginning, teaching me who to talk to and who not to. I love her with all my heart.
She always knows how to cheer me up, and make me smile, but these past few weeks have been hitting me hard I think. I've been barley talking to Richie because of his concert tour that had just kicked off. I missed him a ton.
He wasn't able to come see me a few months back because of his record label signing. So, we haven't seen each other in 6 months. Sure, we face time, text, call each other 24/7 but since his tour of course we haven't talked much. I'm proud of him though.
And I guess I'm also really fucking nervous for my first official competition with Western. It decides who gets to continue on to the olympics in February 2020. I'm excited, this has been my dream since I was 7. I hope my dad is proud of me, and is looking after my mom, because god knows what she is doing right now.
"Your okay Eddie. You spun tightly, but leaned a little which through off your balance.", I nodded at Emily, who smiled a bright smile. She reminded me a lot of Bev in a way, where her smile would always light up the room and her fiery hair would burn brighter when she'd get mad. "Thanks Em."
"No problem Ed, and don't listen to what Carly and Luke says. The can suck each other off for all I care.", Emily said, her hair seeming to burn red with every passing second. I laughed at her, shaking my head. The rude and snarky comments had always gotten to her, but never to me. We kind of balance each other out.
"You Eddie! Nice Triple lutz, i'm proud of my boy!", that was Joshua. He's one of the sweetest but toughest boys you will ever meet. He'd give you a smack down if you ever talked bad about his friends, but he has the sweetest heart.
