Status: Attackative


At different stages in our lives, the signs of love may vary: dependence, attraction, contentment, worry, loyalty, grief, but at heart the source is always the same. Human beings have the rare capacity to connect with each other, against all odds.

-Michael Dorris

Benjamin is a hockey player.
And to him, figure skating doesn't count as a real sport.
All it is is a waste of smooth ice.
Since when is that a sport?
Besides, who wants to watch sissy's spin around pointlessly anyway?
What kind of sport doesn't even keep score?

Micajah is a figure skater.
And to him, the ice is meant for grace and beauty, not pointless mindless violence.
Who decided hockey was a smart idea anyway?
A puck? A stick? Could you get any more primitive?

These two boys are forced to share the ice when Micajah moves to town to train for the olympics. Benjamin has his own sport to be concerned about but there's something that he just can't get past. Someone. Once they meet they immidiately clash.

For two people who hate each other, neither one expects what their relationship becomes.