Pfft, she doesn't have the guts to call me herself. She had to ask her mom. Dawson, you lost.

John and I book at a hotel for the day then tomorrow we're going to the event. I'm excited and confident that I will win tomorrow. So I order dinner to my room before packing my stuff for tomorrow.

A phone ring and Dawson's name pops up. I smile, wanting to know why she's calling. At first I decide not to answer, but then before it end, I answer.

"Hey Dawson," I answer.

"When will you be back?" She ask. Wow, not even a hi?

"In three or four days, could be more if I plan to just stay here or travel somewhere else."

"... Alright."

"Why'd you call?"

"I was just wondering."

"Mhm. I have to go prep myself so bye."

"Bye."

Dawson sounds disappointed. Of course I know she misses me. Or it could just be my body...

I resume to unpack my stuff, then after I finish, the door is knocked. I went to open it and a staff push a cart in.

"Here's your order, ma'am," she said.

"Thank you," I tip her then close the door.

After my dinner, I skip the shower and just lay in bed until I fall asleep.

I hold her picture in my hands. It bugs me that she left without telling me. I close my eyes and smile. Damn it, she's doing what I did to her. Ha, Rylee. I will get you back.

Now, let's just bring this picture to my room. It's the closest thing to being with her.

There was a problem; there is no space available to hang the picture. It's no use. I put the picture back and head downstairs. Today I have wasted my time thinking about her. It's really not a big deal, but I've always been productive.

The next morning I start my day off with breakfast then head out for work. I have a meeting scheduled at 10 about ideas that one of the teams are presenting. It should be interesting as always.

I walk into the meeting room before anyone else. I sit down and wait for the others. Minutes later they came in. Six members.

"Alright, what do we have here?" I ask as I cross my arms.

They propose me their ideas, the costs and benefits, and how it will help us towards our goals. After that, I ask them a few questions and they gave me some satisfying answers. I made a few comments then told them that I'll consider their ideas.

"And here are the scores for today's competitors! Coming at first place is the Ice Queen, Rylee Garland. Second place Cinder Syler. Third place is Javin Howler," the speaker makes the announcement.

John, who's beside me, claps and congratulates me. You know its time to move on when first place no longer excites you. Too many trophies and medals back at home that if I sell, it will make me a fortune.

The cameras turns to me which shows me on the big TV. I smile and wave as I look up.

"Are we leaving after this?" I ask.

"Yes, unless you want to go skating for some little kids. I just got an email that's offering you to go skate for them."

"A school, or a club?" I turn to look at him.

"A elementary school. They have offer some money for you to perform for their students."

"Tell them I accept but not the money. I'll doing it for free."

"Alright, I will tell them that."

After the event is over, John and I left. We went back to the hotel and I rest. Later, we went out for dinner.

"They asked that would tomorrow at 11:30am, at Buemer Arena be good?"

"Yes, and then I'll like to make a small donation to them."

"How small of a donation?"

"Just $200,000."

"Alright. I will call Mrs. Jones then."

We eat out dinner meal then I ask John something.

"John, what's your opinion if I open a program for young children who wants to learn how to skate?"

John drinks his glass of water. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Rylee. You can help inspire them."

"Maybe after I retire."

"What? You want to retire? Rylee, you're just 24 or 25."

I'm 25, turning 26 really soon. "Yes, and I've been in this game ever since I was little."

"Alright, when?"

"I was thinking about after NWPIS."

"Does Mr. And Mrs. Jones know?"

"No, you're the first that to know. I just want a break... I want to spend time with Dawson."

"Right. During this time of the year, it can be really hectic. Plus you're newly married so it all make sense."

Next morning, John and I went to Buemer Arena. The students are already there so I gave them high fives. I told them a little bit about myself and they seems really amazed at my accomplishments. I then put on my skates and gave them a personal show. Every time that I do a jump, they would cheer and clap. At the end of my performance, I announced that I'll be donating to their school then gave a short inspirational speech.

Everyone left at 2pm, but I stay a little to skate. John join me and we skate together.

"When are we departing? Tomorrow?" I ask.

"It's actually tonight at 5pm," he corrects me.

"That's fast."

So at 4:30, John and I left the hotel with our luggages to the airport. We check in then wait until the announcement.

I got back home at 8pm. I didn't have the key since I left it behind and it seems that Dawson isn't home either. So in the cold, I waited. Twenty minutes later, I see the pair of headlights coming towards the house. I watch Dawson pull into the garage then park the car. I make my way into the garage.

"You're back," she said with a smile.

"Just got back," I told her.

She went to open the door then I enter behind her. I drag my luggage upstairs to my room. Everything seems to be in place. I hear Dawson clear her throat behind me.

"What is it?" I ask without turning to look at her.

"Next time, tell me where you're going."

I smile as I open my luggage and pull my clothes and skates out. "Why should I when you don't even do that yourself?"

"I worry about you," she confesses.

"And I do too," I take my worn clothes and put them into a bin.

I feel Dawson grab my arm and turn me to face her. Our face are close to each other, but our body are against each other.

"I'm sorry, okay," She whispers then lean in. I close my eyes and wait until our lips touch each other.