“Alright good job you two, same time tomorrow, get here sharpish.”
Maddi and I were aged 19, had been skating together for almost a decade and had practically grown up together. Our parents knew each other, had a past in the sport and shared a mutual love for it. Around the time she was our age, my mother had dreams of succeeding in this passion of hers, but these were cut owing to her father’s inability to support them financially following my grandparents’ divorce. Maddi’s father was a former professional figure skater in his home country and had achieved noted accolades prior to moving to the US and settling down with Maddi’s mother. This meant a lot to our parents, so it had to mean a lot to us.
This is why our parents funded us to share an apartment a couple of hours away, close to one of the premier programmes in the country. Our parents had faith in us to pursue this to the top and trusted that we would handle this opportunity with maturity and motivation. Given how close we were, they saw Maddi and I as being like a brother and sister, reaching for their dreams. From our perspective, them seeing us as siblings made it a lot easier to hide the fact that we’d been casually fucking for the last few years.