I followed Nathan through the door and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion.
"You're tired?" He asked surprised.
"Yeah! I hate painting. Why am I painting? Don't people hire other companies for that? We're not painters Nate, we're builders!" I complained, though I knew my complaints were falling upon deaf ears.
"It happens. It's only for a few more days." He said sitting down an turning on the tv.
"Hey can we watch the Providence game? I promised Tuukka I would." I said flopping my head to the side to look at him. He sighed but nodded and flipped the channel. I saw both teams warming up and a smile came to my lips as they panned in on Tuukka.
"So what exactly is going on between you two?" Nate asked raising an eyebrow looking at me. I shook my head and laughed.
"Nothing, we're just friends..." I trailed off and he nodded sarcastically.
"Sure and I'm going to be the President of the United States." he replied rolling his eyes. "Sassy! Better find a first lady soon, I imagine it looks good for the campaign." I replied in the same manner. "Alright shush! Let's just watch the game. We watched the game cheering as Tuukka stopped shot after shot. Finally it came to the shoot out and I was nervous as I looked on as the guy went up against Tuukka. I groaned as he sank the puck in and fell back against the couch. I held my breath as the puck once again hit the back of Tuukka's net.
"He's mad." Nate commented as we watched as Tuukka argued and slammed his stick against the bar. I held back a chuckle as I watched him slam his stick into the boards and fell down in anger. He finally made his way off the ice and suddenly something flew over the glass and onto the ice. The camera panned in and I saw it was a milk crate. I chuckled as I turned off the tv and got up and grabbed my drink from the counter. My phone buzzed on the counter and I saw a text from the angry Finn.
Did you see the game? The bullshit call from the ref I laughed.
Poor milk crate :( it did nothing to you
Those two 'goals' were such horse shit! I laughed at his reaction.
Such language. It's very unbecoming of you I went and sat back down and zoned out at whatever Nate was watching.
What the hell does unbecoming mean? Ugh whatever. I'll probably get shit for the throwing the crate onto the ice
"What's so funny?" Nate asked looking at me.
"Just how mad Tuukka is."
"You find that funny? Does he know you're laughing at his anger? Speaking of this mysterious Finn, when am I going to meet him?" He asked.
"Whenever he's in Boston next I suppose." I said shrugging.
"Are you sure its a good idea to be friends with a guy with obvious anger issues?" Nate asked. "Honestly I haven't seen any of his anger in person." I said shrugging.
Aww if you do I'll make it up to you ;) oh man that was meant to be a smley face, awkward. "When did you see him last?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"A couple weeks ago. Every couple weeks he comes up to do stuff with the Bruins and we meet up." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"And you've never mentioned this before?" He asked standing up to grab a drink from the kitchen.
Oh and how do you plan to do that? I felt my face heat up at the ideas running through my head. We'll have to wait to see if you get in trouble. Wouldn't want to plan ahead now would we?
"Well what do you guys do?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"We have lunch, we go for a skate, we walk around. Normal things."
"So no hanky panky?" He asked.
"No Nathan, we are not having sex!" I said rolling my eyes. "Besides you shouldn't even be asking this! Isn't it against some sibling code?"
"I'm your big brother so if there's a man in your life I have a right to know!" He said.
"Whatever you say Nate!" I said getting up and walking to my room. I decided to call Tuukka out of boredom.
"Hello?" His voice came through making my heart swell.
"Hey I'm sorry about the game." I said laying down. I heard him sigh in frustration.
"It's okay. I just hope I don't get suspended for tonight." He said and I could imagine him running his hand through his hair in frustration.
"I'm sure it'll be okay." I said stupidly. I mentally smacked my head at how unoriginal I sounded. "Thanks. Although...how are you planning to make me feel better?" His voice turned flirty suddenly and I felt my heartbeat quicken.
"I'm not sure. What were you thinking?" I asked matching his flirty tone.
"A date." He said simply. I'm glad he couldn't see me because my eyes went wide and my mouth fell open.
"A date? Well I suppose that can be arranged." I said trying to sound calm.
"Oh you do? Well that will make me feel better." He said confidently.
"Alright a date. When an where?" I asked.
"Next time I'm in Boston. As for what, we'll have a shoot out to decide what." My eyebrows furrowed.
"A shoot out?" I said confused.
"Yeah. If you score two goals on me then you decide but if you don't then I decide. Does that sound fair?" He asked.
"Well not really since stopping pucks is your job...but yeah I accept. Next time you're in Boston!"
"Alright. I head up in about 2 weeks. See you then rakas!" With that he hung up leaving me stunned.
"I have a date with Tuukka Rask!" I almost screamed at my phone in excitement. I squealed to myself as I fell against my pillow, a huge smile coming to my face.

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