Opposites Attract
Game 2
Tuukka got back into his car and threw his phone onto the passenger seat. He'd check it later, but right now he had to get home and get some rest for the game tomorrow.
He rushed home, then headed to his room. He'd gotten a few texts in the group message between his teammates.
Chris Kelly:
What'd everyone do today
Tuukka replied
got back from that date haha
Lucic:
No shit!
Tuukka got a bunch of texts, such as:
Awwww
Yeah buddy! You guys fuck?
Attaboy!
The one from the marathon?
She hot?
And one from Chara that was just a bunch of emojis, such as the heart ones and the kissing smiley face.
He smiled a bit before texting back:
Shut the fuck up guys & yea the one from the marathon. We didnt fuck and yeah shes a smoke. ask Seguin, hes fuckin her best friend
Seguin immediately texted back:
Yeah she's hot
Tuukka got separate text out of the group from Lucic, that said
She a nice girl?
Tuukka replied:
Yea, she really is; not a puck slut in the least. didn't even kiss yet
Lucic responded:
Good job, buddy. dont fuck it up. hope I meet her soon
Tuukka smiled and simply replied:
I wont. & yeah u might, later on. see ya tomorrow
Katie shut the door behind her and grinned to herself. Tuukka seemed nothing like the guy she'd heard about from Seguin. Was Seguin just messing with her?
She walked into the living room and was immediately greeted by Cara sitting there who shouted "HEY! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"
"Haha, hey Cara. It was so nice! He held the doors for me and everything. We went to this French restaurant on Boylston Street, and he barely spoke French and the waitress was laughing at him. It was hilarious. His favorite movie is Fight Club and we actually made a bet that I could score a goal on him."
"KATIE!! Oh my God! That's so adorable! You totally love him already," Cara gushed.
"I do not! We went on one date. He's a nice guy. And he smells soooo good. And, what's going on between you and Seguin, by the way?"
"I don't really know... I mean I like him, and we text a lot... We're going on a date next Thursday night," she said.
"That's good," Katie smiled. She had an uneasy feeling about Seguin, but she didn't want to ruin things between them, if there was anything. "We should get to bed," Katie said, leading the way to the hallway before entering the bathroom to take off her makeup and dress.
It was the third period of game 2 against the Maple Leafs. The score was 2-1 Leafs and the Bruins needed to pull together to win it.
Cara was sitting on the couch, freaking out at every play that happened. "Cara, did you even play hockey once in your life?" Katie asked, a little annoyed. Bitch doesn't even play the game, she thought.
"No, but that doesn't mean I can't be a fan!"
"So what's icing, then?" Katie asked, knowing Cara didn't know shit.
"...shut up."
The game was over and the Bruins had lost 4-2. Tuukka was upset to an extent, and blamed himself for a bit of it.
They were all in the locker room and it was quiet. Nobody was really talking or saying anything because it was a bad loss by 2 and it was a home game, too.
"Hey Rask, she come to the game?" Marchand finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Nah. She went to the first one though."
"No shit! She know hockey?"
"Yeah, we made a bet actually. She thinks she can score a goal on me, I told her she couldn't."
"Well," Coach Julien chimed in, "if you defend anything like you did last period, Tuukka, my money's on her."
Marchand turned away and Tuukka looked down as he took off the rest of his gear.
Tuukka walked out of TD Garden and got into his car. He turned on the radio and just sat there for a minute, not really moving.
He grabbed his phone and went to the "K" in his contacts. The only thing he really wanted to do was to go on another date with Katie, but less fancier. To a pizza place or something.
He looked through the K's.
Kaitelyn, nope, her real name's Katherine
Kaia, ice girl
Kalie, puck slut
Kalyn, 40 year old neighbor
Kamilla, friend from Finland
Kate, nope she goes by Katie
Kim, puck slut
Those were all the K's in his phone, and she wasn't there. He went to the C's, to see if she spelt it with a c, (which he knew was wrong), and it wasn't there either. He frowned for a second at his phone before he went to the A's and began to scroll down, looking for any new contacts.
Suddenly he got to the G's, and he grinned. Gotcha.
He composed a text to the contact "Goodfella".
nice name, 'goodfella'
He began to drive and was stopped at a pair of lights before he got a text back:
haha hey thanks, also you played well today. don't get too down
He smiled and instantly felt better. That was all he really needed to hear, was that he made one person happy. He replied:
thanks, rough 3rd period.. you free tomorrow for pizza in the north end
He checked his phone 3 minutes later when he was at another stop a few blocks from his house:
youve found my weakness... regina pizza
He texted back:
regina pizza it is
He rushed home, then headed to his room. He'd gotten a few texts in the group message between his teammates.
Chris Kelly:
What'd everyone do today
Tuukka replied
got back from that date haha
Lucic:
No shit!
Tuukka got a bunch of texts, such as:
Awwww
Yeah buddy! You guys fuck?
Attaboy!
The one from the marathon?
She hot?
And one from Chara that was just a bunch of emojis, such as the heart ones and the kissing smiley face.
He smiled a bit before texting back:
Shut the fuck up guys & yea the one from the marathon. We didnt fuck and yeah shes a smoke. ask Seguin, hes fuckin her best friend
Seguin immediately texted back:
Yeah she's hot
Tuukka got separate text out of the group from Lucic, that said
She a nice girl?
Tuukka replied:
Yea, she really is; not a puck slut in the least. didn't even kiss yet
Lucic responded:
Good job, buddy. dont fuck it up. hope I meet her soon
Tuukka smiled and simply replied:
I wont. & yeah u might, later on. see ya tomorrow
Katie shut the door behind her and grinned to herself. Tuukka seemed nothing like the guy she'd heard about from Seguin. Was Seguin just messing with her?
She walked into the living room and was immediately greeted by Cara sitting there who shouted "HEY! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"
"Haha, hey Cara. It was so nice! He held the doors for me and everything. We went to this French restaurant on Boylston Street, and he barely spoke French and the waitress was laughing at him. It was hilarious. His favorite movie is Fight Club and we actually made a bet that I could score a goal on him."
"KATIE!! Oh my God! That's so adorable! You totally love him already," Cara gushed.
"I do not! We went on one date. He's a nice guy. And he smells soooo good. And, what's going on between you and Seguin, by the way?"
"I don't really know... I mean I like him, and we text a lot... We're going on a date next Thursday night," she said.
"That's good," Katie smiled. She had an uneasy feeling about Seguin, but she didn't want to ruin things between them, if there was anything. "We should get to bed," Katie said, leading the way to the hallway before entering the bathroom to take off her makeup and dress.
It was the third period of game 2 against the Maple Leafs. The score was 2-1 Leafs and the Bruins needed to pull together to win it.
Cara was sitting on the couch, freaking out at every play that happened. "Cara, did you even play hockey once in your life?" Katie asked, a little annoyed. Bitch doesn't even play the game, she thought.
"No, but that doesn't mean I can't be a fan!"
"So what's icing, then?" Katie asked, knowing Cara didn't know shit.
"...shut up."
The game was over and the Bruins had lost 4-2. Tuukka was upset to an extent, and blamed himself for a bit of it.
They were all in the locker room and it was quiet. Nobody was really talking or saying anything because it was a bad loss by 2 and it was a home game, too.
"Hey Rask, she come to the game?" Marchand finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Nah. She went to the first one though."
"No shit! She know hockey?"
"Yeah, we made a bet actually. She thinks she can score a goal on me, I told her she couldn't."
"Well," Coach Julien chimed in, "if you defend anything like you did last period, Tuukka, my money's on her."
Marchand turned away and Tuukka looked down as he took off the rest of his gear.
Tuukka walked out of TD Garden and got into his car. He turned on the radio and just sat there for a minute, not really moving.
He grabbed his phone and went to the "K" in his contacts. The only thing he really wanted to do was to go on another date with Katie, but less fancier. To a pizza place or something.
He looked through the K's.
Kaitelyn, nope, her real name's Katherine
Kaia, ice girl
Kalie, puck slut
Kalyn, 40 year old neighbor
Kamilla, friend from Finland
Kate, nope she goes by Katie
Kim, puck slut
Those were all the K's in his phone, and she wasn't there. He went to the C's, to see if she spelt it with a c, (which he knew was wrong), and it wasn't there either. He frowned for a second at his phone before he went to the A's and began to scroll down, looking for any new contacts.
Suddenly he got to the G's, and he grinned. Gotcha.
He composed a text to the contact "Goodfella".
nice name, 'goodfella'
He began to drive and was stopped at a pair of lights before he got a text back:
haha hey thanks, also you played well today. don't get too down
He smiled and instantly felt better. That was all he really needed to hear, was that he made one person happy. He replied:
thanks, rough 3rd period.. you free tomorrow for pizza in the north end
He checked his phone 3 minutes later when he was at another stop a few blocks from his house:
youve found my weakness... regina pizza
He texted back:
regina pizza it is
Notes
yay!sorry if it's short! i've been going back and forth from the cape
update 2morrrrrrow
Love this!!! Tuukka is super sexy.
4/26/14