fight or flight.

to run or to fight, the strongest human instinct. a feeling deep in your gut that triggers a response, to fly away or to hold your ground and fight.
wolfe calaway had always known his plan. it wasn't meticulous or step by step, but all that mattered was the goal. it was a simple goal really . he wanted to be successful, not at some desk job where he'd be miserable, no he wanted to make a name for himself. he wanted to see his name slide by on big screens outside a hockey arena . he wanted fans to know his name , cheering him on . he wanted to constantly live in the thrill that hockey gave him. he wanted to show everyone from that small town in texas, he could and did do it.
forrest wilder was almost the opposite. he was poised, put together, structured. though, it wasn't like he was opposed to fun. but his friend group didn't extend past the club he was in, and his skating friends. but he was alright with that, life was easy and he was content. the olympics weren't that far off, and he would make it. then he could focus on everything else. it was easier to just live in the bliss of flying through the ice, than to face grave realities.
though, when a glance on the ice turns to wistful looks and adoration, the plans of the pair are suddenly put to the test.