Everything Can Change

“This intrigues me,” I mused, looking around me at the multitude of signs dedicated to the Bruins. I’d been coming to these games since I was probably 5 years old, my family being a huge hockey family.
Connor played at BC, and was one of the front-runners to become a first round draft pick in the NHL. My youngest sister Jill played since she was six, and probably would’ve played in college if her life hadn’t been turned upside down when she was 17. And I’d never been an ice hockey player, opting instead for field hockey until I graduated high school.
However, I was still a giant fan of ice hockey. It didn’t hurt that my parents had been season ticket holders for a long time.
And even after coming for that long, some of the things the fans did shocked me. For example, making signs that said some pretty R-rated stuff.
“Some of these girls are disgusting,” Lexie replied, shaking her head.
“Ten bucks that girl did not suck Seguin’s dick in high school,” I laughed, reading one of the posters. Lexie glanced over towards where I was looking, and laughed. “What happened to originality? I think I’ve seen that sign, like, four times before.”
“God, ew,” Lexie giggled, shaking her head. Lexie was wearing Patrice Bergeron’s jersey, and I was donning Chara’s jersey. Our seats were insane, the second row away from the glass.
“Hey, look, didn’t you screw him?” Lexie asked as she pointed at Tyler. I glared at her, and she smirked, not taking her eyes off the skaters.
“You’re the worst,” I rolled my eyes at her.
“But you like him, right?” she teased.
“No,” I muttered, eyes focused on the ice.
“You do!” she gasped. I blushed furiously, and shook my head.
“I met him once,” I insisted.
“That’s adorable,” she laughed, nudging me. I shook my head furiously again, and she didn’t say anything else, just grinned to herself.
We chatted as they did their warm ups, and I swear I saw Tyler glance in my general direction when he skated by. However, he just as easily could’ve been looking at Lexie, who was definitely a lot more captivating than I was. Or, the pretty blonde and redhead sitting in front of us. As the warm ups drew to a close, the players did one more skate past the glance. I was surprised when Tyler skidded to a stop in front of where we were seated, and looked directly at me. Lexie’s mouth dropped open, and he grinned at me. My eyes were like saucers, and I subconsciously started clenching and unclenching my hands. Lexie and Connor had both said it was my tick. Tyler looked pointedly at me, then pulled at his jersey, and pointed to himself. It took a couple seconds for me to figure out what he was getting at, and when I did, I laughed and shook my head. I twisted slightly so he could see the number I was had on was number 33, not number 19 like I’m sure he was hoping. He frowned and shook his head at me disappointedly, before giving me a quick wave and skating away.
“Oh my god,” Lexie gasped, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me repeatedly. “He’s so into you!”
“Shut up. He just wanted an ego boost,” I said, trying to find something to do with my shaking hands. I reached up, tightened my ponytail, and straightened out my jersey.
“Why wouldn’t he be into you?” Lexie asked, detecting the hint of self-deprecation in my voice.
“Drop it. Now. We’re here to have fun,” I said. All the people seated around us were watching me and whispering, and I shifted uncomfortably. I was never very good with having too much attention on me, which is why I was always behind the camera, never in front.
The game passed too fast for my liking, but with a good outcome. The Bruins pulled a narrow victory over the Maple Leafs, making an impressive effort in the beginning of the third period to pull ahead.
“That was so much fun!” I gushed, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet as we made our way to the parking garage.
“What a win,” Lexie laughed, leaning against me. “Seguin played well.” She smirked down at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, he did,” I replied. “So did Eriksson.”
“That is so not the same. I’ve never met him, nor has he ever flirted with me in front of the entire TD Garden,” she said, shaking her head.
“It wasn’t flirting, it was him trying to get me to pump his tires. So now we’re seriously going to let this go,” I said sternly, staring pointedly at her.
“Okay, okay,” she said, holding up her hands in defense. “I got it.”
The drive home was long and tedious, because Lexie forgot where she parked her car and we spent 20 minutes running up and down the different levels of the parking garage. When we finally found it, the traffic in the garage took almost 2 hours to navigate. When we finally returned home, we barely got our shoes off before we went to our separate bedrooms and fell into bed.

Notes

This isn't very substantial, or very good (writing and plot wise :P), but I promise if I get some votes and comments than I'll have a much, much better part coming up. Please vote and leave comments :) ~Candi