Stanley Cup Final Blues
New Friends, New Tension
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was the same Alex Pietrangelo who wouldn't support me if I was in between the pipes, or hardly ever talk to me unless he had to. The fued had been going on for so long it sounded stupid now.
"I just want us to be teammates—I mean real teammates. Maggie, Tank and Backes, but mostly Tank, thought it would be in the best interests of the team to like each other or at least try. It can't be that bad," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck semi-awkwardly.
I grinned at the fact he wanted us to get along. "Of course Tank would want us to get along, the kid is such a sweetheart," I admitted.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yeah, I can try to get along with you."
* * *
It was around 2 in the morning that we were heading into the Detroit hotel. I loved road trips, but this damn late airplane rides that would make us arrive at our destination so late were always what killed me. I groaned as the manager told us to take a key and grab a roommate. I was hoping Tank wanted to share a room because he was my usual road trip roommate, either him or Maggie. I picked the key up off the desk and turned around to see Alex close in front of me.
"Wanna share a room, Robsy?" he asked nonchalantly.
I bit the inside of my lip before forcefully smiling at him. I knew he was just trying to be friendly. "Yeah, we can room, Alex. I have a key, we're in 519."
He followed me like a puppy to the elevator. We walked in with Halak and one of the training staff members, who's name I hadn't yet remembered. I still struggled with the names of some of the staff. I only had the coaches' names and the players' names down. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and we all got out, except Alex and I went in a different direction.
519. This was our room we were sharing together. I opened the door and went for the bed closest to the door. I threw my suitcase on the bed and started digging through it to find a pair of black sweats and a yellow St. Louis shirt. I got changed in the bathroom and put my hair up in a bun. I walked out to see the very nice chiseled back of Alex Pietrangelo. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult.
"Hey, um, Alex, do you know what room Magnus is in? I have to get something from him," I asked a little shy. He threw a shirt over his head in front of me.
He smirked a little bit before replying. "You need a goodnight kiss before you can sleep?" he teased.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snarled back at him. Magnus and I weren't like that. All we were was just close friends and nothing more.
"Some of the guys notice the way you guys are around each other," he explained. "I wasn't trying to upset you, I just thought—"
"—Well you thought wrong," I finished for him. I paused realizing what I had just said came out a little rude. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just have a bit of a temper," I said with a small laugh.
"It's fine. I think I'm used to it already. He's in 515 with Backes."
I nodded at him as I went out the door. I knocked on 515 and sure enough Magnus answered. I smiled at my favourite Swede who looked tired.
"Am I keeping you up?" I asked because I felt a bit guilty.
"No, you're fine," he assured as he invited me in his room. He laid across his bed and I sat on the other side with my legs crossed.
"You played good tonight," I told him.
"Thanks Robyn, so did you. You always play good," he replied with a small smile.
I rolled my eyes. "We still lost."
"It was two goals, Robyn."
"Two goals has beaten me before on worst occasions," I muttered.
He let out a sigh as he grabbed my hand and put it in his. "You're still my favourite goalie," he spoke.
"You know I didn't realize this until now, but where's David?" I asked looking around his room.
"With the trainers. He was sore or something. I forgot."
"I guess I should go back to my room. It's going to be 3 soon. Practice is at 1pm still?" I asked as I got up off his bed.
"Yeah," he said as he got up with me. "Goodnight, Robyn."
"Good night, Magnus," I responded with a soft smile. It was then that he had leaned into kiss me. It wasn't a very big kiss or anything, it was soft on the lips. He pulled away waiting for my reaction. I didn't know what to think. "I better get going," was all I could say.
I rushed down the hall and back to my room. I quickly opened the door. It was dark and I tripped over something which made a loud noise, causing Alex to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" he said in a daze as he opened his eyes up.
I laid on the ground staring up at him. "It's n-nothing. I'm just— I didn't look where I was going."
"For a goalie you have bad coordination," he teased.