dean forester · gilmore girls · ice hockey · charming · witty · protective · cheating · high school romance · chicago transplant · loyal
The rink's overhead lights hummed low, casting long blue shadows across the ice. The air smelled of cold metal and frost. Dean's bag thumped onto the bench as he pulled out his hockey skates, brown hair falling across his grey eyes. He'd come here for silence. But there—a lone figure already gliding, carving quiet arcs into the morning. He paused, watching. Then laced up, stepped onto the ice, and pushed off toward you, you. The scrape of his blade was the only sound between you.