Dancing on Ice Fanfiction

It was a dark dismal Sunday afternoon.  I sat in the house I shared with Stephen watching repeat episodes of Coronation Street. Stephen was out. Knowing him he’d be at the pub or for that matter the ice rink. It was getting a little late; he only really stayed out late when he had something on his mind. The clock had nearly struck 7:00pm now. 15 minutes later I heard the sound of a key in the door before hearing footsteps. Stephen walked in and sat down next to me with a serious look on his face.

“Karen I need to speak to you.” He said looking me directly in the eyes

“Sure, what’s wrong?” I questioned

“Look there’s no easy way to say this but we are living as friends, not as two people in a relationship...” Stephen said in a sincere tone.

“What are you trying to say!?” I half shouted

“Karen you’re an amazing woman and everything but I think it’s time to go our own ways.” He said

“So you’re leaving me...” I said in a barely audible voice.

“Yes. I don’t love you anymore.”  He said getting more and more impatient. With that he disappeared upstairs and a few minutes later came down with the contents of his wardrobe.

“I’m going to stay with Matt. Have a nice life.” Then he walked out.

I collapsed onto the sofa and sobbed. How could he say that I didn’t love him? I mean I know we hadn’t been romantic for a while but there’s nothing wrong with that. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa with my whole life in tatters around me.

The next day I woke up and remembered the horrible events that occurred last night. It made me feel sick. I was officially alone. I got off the sofa and made myself a cup of coffee before drying my eyes and deciding to read the paper. This was a big mistake. The first article was headlined ‘SKATING ON THIN ICE- THE END OF BARBER AND PICKAVANCE!’ Followed by a large photo of Stephen leaving the house. The article read.

Sweethearts Karen Barber and Stephen Pickavance have officially split up and are going their separate ways! Pickavance, pictured leaving the family home at around about 7:45 last evening, disappeared off in the car and gave us a brief statement proving the couple have split. He said “Myself and Karen are over; things just weren’t working out like they should.”

This has come as a big shock to the Skating world as the two were supposed to be ‘Madly in Love.” Stephen clearly hadn’t left Miss Barber for another woman yet he was determined not to explain the situation in too much detail. So for Karen has not yet commented on the issue.

A silent tear ran down my cheek. I screwed up the paper and chucked it in the fire. It felt like my heart was breaking. I spent the next half an hour crying my heart out alone. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door; I quickly dried my eyes for the second time before getting up to answer it. As I opened the door I saw my best friend Jayne stood on the doorstep.

“Oh Kaz, I’m so sorry.” She said hugging me tightly.

“It’s not your fault. Come in.” I said letting her in before shutting the door again.

We both sat down on the sofa and I poured my heart out to her. After I’d finished she hugged me again

“The only man a girl can rely on is he Daddy.” Jayne said quoting one of our favourite films Grease.

“I know I know.” I said.

She just held me in her arms as I cried.  Jayne left at 9:00pm to go home to Phil, but at least I’d see her in the morning at work. The evening went painfully each second spent missing Stephen.

The next day I accidently overslept. Cursing under my breath I quickly showered and got ready, putting on my favourite pair of black leggings pink vest top and crystallised skating jacket before running downstairs and grabbing some toast for breakfast. I shoved the toast in my mouth realising I was going to have to multitask, grabbed my skate bag and keys before quickly charging out of the house and driving off to the studios.  When I arrived I parked my car in the middle bay between Jayne’s and Chris’s and walked in the studio.

I went to my dressing room kicked of my pink heels, pulled my skates on and left my bag in my dressing room. There wasn’t much time to do anything else, I was already 20 minutes late and I wasn’t even on the rink yet. Wiping a tear partly of frustration and partly of a broken heart away I walked through the corridors before finding myself at the rink.

I took my skate guards off and left them on the bench at the side and joined Jayne and Chris on the ice.

“You alright Hun.” Jayne said sympathetically as I skated towards them both.

“I’m so sorry Kaz, I just can’t believe it.” Chris said putting his arms around me.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll get over it.” I said smiling weakly.

“That’s my girl.” Chris said.

Our first training session was with Beth and Dan. It was only the third week of training before the shows and Beth was a very able skater. She and Dan were the perfect team. Before we started we all had a quick catch up and then it was on with the work. I was a lot tearier than usual today; the split from Stephen had really affected me badly. Half way through the session I just gave up, got off the ice and retreated to my dressing room to cry. I lay with my head on my pillow crying. I thought to myself ‘God, pull yourself together Kaz’ But I just couldn’t. A few minutes after my departure there was a knock at my dressing room door.

“Kaz, can I come in?” I recognised the voice to be Chris’s

“Mmm.” I said half-heartedly into the pillow.

Chris walked in and sat down next to me on the bed and ran his fingers through my hair.

“I know how you feel. I was exactly the same when Jill left me... “Chris said understandingly.

I swallowed back my sobs and said “He...He was my world Chris...”

I sat up next to Chris and he passed me some tissues.  He and Jayne were so understanding. That’s what made them the best friends a girl could have. Eventually Chris managed to coax me out of my dressing room and we walked down the empty studios back to the rink.

“Everybody’s going to think I’m a right idiot.” I said drying my tears.

“Oi, No they won’t, else they’d have me to deal with.” He joked.

We both got back on the rink and joined in with the choreography session. It went quickly and was a distraction for me from Stephen. We finished the day later than any of us had planned. Jayne rushed of as Phil would be wondering where she had got to if she didn’t get a shift on leaving me and Chris to tidy up.  I skated around the right hand side of the rink collecting the cones that had been used to slalom through. Chris did the same but on the left hand side. After we had put all of the equipment away we both did a few laps around the rink together.

“I don’t know how I’m going to cope.” I said halfway around the rink.

“Why don’t I stay with you just until you’re happier again?” Chris asked.

“Please, that’d be great.” I said stopping and hugging him.

We took the pre collected equipment into the main store room before going to each of our dressing rooms in turn before I went home to wait for Chris and Chris went briefly back to his house to collect some clothes for the night.  When I got home I hated to hear the house completely silent. It just wasn’t the same without Stephen. I was looking forward to Chris arriving; we’d have some fun- that was guaranteed, and he had a special knack of distracting me when I was down. I went into the Kitchen and put in a Lasagne for the both of us before going back into the Living Room, putting the T.V on and waiting for Chris’s arrival.

Hope you like. Been writing this bit for ages and can't wait to do more tomorrow. Should I do more? XXXXX