"Miss Williams, I'm glad to have you sign with us."

I smile and sign the contract and slide it across the desk to the man in front of me, the legend himself, Cam Neely. That contract has solidified my bond with the Bruins organization, sealing the fate of the most sought after female goalie in the hockey world. Me. I am Jesse Williams and I am now officially a Boston Bruin.

"I'm so happy to be here and sign with you guys!", I nearly squeal in my happiness. Yes I almost squealed, it's rare. Cam chuckles and tosses me a ring of color codes keys.

"The blue is the house, you're sharing that with five of the guys. Rookies mostly. The red is the entrance in back of the Garden and the yellow is your truck from Minnesota", he explains. I jump up and down in my seat because this is the happiest I've ever been in my life. My reaction to the contract and keys makes everyone in the room laugh. The guys that get signed rarely have this reaction, I'm like a kid in a candy store.

"Go on now, I know you're excited", Cam gently pushes me towards the door. I grab my duffel of gear and my two suitcases full of everything I own and hop into the elevator, gathering several weird looks from staff members. After exiting the elevator in the staff and players parking garage, I spy my black and white pickup truck and run towards it, hauling my bags. I toss them in the back and hug my car.

"Beth! I thought I'd never see you again!", I say to my car, Beth. Yes I named my car, you haven't? I hop in and pull out my phone, entering the address in my hand dandy GPS app. Only ten minutes away, sweet.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, I'm lugging my bags up the stairs leading to the porch. I'm fumbling for my keys when I hear footsteps behind me on the wooden steps.

"Need some help?", a deep voice surprises me. I turn around and face the dude who snuck up on me. Tall with a ginger flow that's gone too far, I decide he's pretty nice and decent looking. He gives me a big friendly smile.

"Uh yeah I have uh quite a few bags here", I laugh nervously and gesture to my bags.
"Ah I see, let me help you with that!", he picks up my two suitcases as I unlock the big door of the impressively large house.

"Thanks, I'm Jesse by the way", I say to fill the silence, hell I don't even know his name.
"Williams?", I nod. "Like the one with like a gazillion penalty minutes?"

"Yep that's me, I'm the Jesse Williams!", I watch his face as we walk up the stairs. My long brown hair is a dead giveaway that I'm a girl. He just looks at me and looks back at the top of the stairs.

We finally hit the landing and he helps me drag my stuff into the room closest to the stairs. He halts before walking out of the room.

"Oh and I'm Dougie, almost forgot to tell you and you might want to cut that hair if you're playing in the NHL", he smiles and thuds down the stairs, leaving me to organize my possessions.

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A few hours into my completely weird and OCD organizing, I hear people shouting and yelling downstairs. I roll my eyes and groan in annoyance. Irritated, I open my door and head downstairs. As my feet hit the wooden floor of the first floor, a bunch of guys voices yell "OOHHHHHH!" at the same time. The real question here is football or basketball. Ah men and their American sports. I turn the corner and give the four guys, my housemates I assume, a 'What the absolute fuck?' look.

"Hey Jesse, join us for the Revs game?", Dougie waves me over to the living room. Now interested, soccer is my second love, I flop onto the empty couch while Dougie and the other three boys, I still don't know who they are, occupy the two couches to the right of me.
"Dougie, you need to tell me the secret of picking up girls like this", the guy closest to me looks me and the only dress I wear without being brided up and down. I groan and flip the kid off, c'mon I've just met him. The other guys laugh at the interaction.

"C'mon Ty, cut it out. She's our new goalie, along with this stud", Dougie jokingly shoves the brown haired guy next to him.

"Wait so lemme see if I have the names down", I narrow my eyes at each other them and lean back against the couch. "I already know Dougie, the perv over here is Mr. Seguin, Mr. Flow Gone Too Far is Torey Krug. Yes I know who you all are. And you, Mr. Rask, are next to Dougie."

They look somewhat surprised. A smug look is pasted on my face as I laugh lightly at them, especially Torey.

"Hey! I do my research on my new teammates!", I hold my hands up in defense. They all laugh at that and at that moment, the Revs score and we all scream cheers at the TV.

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At 1AM, my eyes snap open and I roll out of bed. I tiptoe down the stairs and walk, more like stumble in the dark, into the kitchen. It's my 1AM snack, a habit I haven't been able to shake. My best friend lives in Quebec, Canada and we can see each other in person once or twice a year because I was on the Boston Blades and she was on the Montreal Stars, so we videochatted until 1AM every weekend and a few times a week. I'd always have my snack after we decided to go to sleep.

Blindly, I fumble around for the fridge handle. My hand grasps the handle and I pull it open with force, in my defense it was stuck, and thwack someone with the door. To be fair, I'm half deaf at 1AM too, totally did not mean to hit whoever it is with the fridge door.

"Holy shit ah fuck my face", the person clutches his face and huddles on the floor.

"Shit shit shit shit I'm so sorry", I run my hands along the wall and finally locate a light switch.

Lo and behold, there is a Tuukka Rask huddled on the tile floor of the kitchen clutching his face. Frantically, I grab a cloth from the stove and scoot right next to Tuukka.

"Hey", I grab one of his hands and gently pull it away from his face. "Let me see."

He gives me a look and reluctantly pulls the other hand away from his face. I look at his face, nose in particular. His nose is oozing blood and he's gonna have one hell of a shiner later. Gently, I wet a corner of the cloth and start wiping away the blood.

"Tuukk, you're gonna have one hell of a shiner", I smile and stand up, holding my hand out to help him up from the ground.

"That was quite a first impression Jesse, I have to admit", he shakes his head in a good natured way and holds the cloth to his nose. I turn bright red in embarrassment.

"So we're the new famous goalie tandem?", I snatch an apple from the fruit basket on the island and bite into it.

"Guess so, I hope you're good because I actually want some rest this season", he winces and press a new section of the cloth to his face. I snort in disbelief.

"Not to sound pretentious or anything, but have you seen me play? Number one goalie in the AHL in the one season I played in Providence and I won MVP with the BC terriers in every season I played. And I can almost guarantee that rest Tuukk, I'll be the one needing rest and you'll be my backup. How does that sound?", I take another bite out of my apple, secretly enjoying how pissed he was getting. I kinda enjoy killing his ego a bit.

"That's sounding pretty pretentious to me Jess", he wipes his face and throws the cloth into the open laundry room.

"Awww did someone's ego just take a beating? Sorry hun, see you in the morning sweet cheeks!", I squeeze his cheeks much to his dismay and walk upstairs with him staring after me.
As I crawl into bed, I realize what I'm wearing. Only short spandex shorts and a VERY loose tank top, oops. No wonder he was checking me out even after I accidentally assaulted him with a fridge door. Nothing I can do about it now. I turn my mind to more important things as I drift off to sleep. First official practice later today, I'll show Tuukk and his sorry ass how good I am.

Notes

Hi y'all! I'm back again AND IM SO SORRY BUT I LOVE WRITING ABOUT TUUKKA I PROMISE ILL WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE SOON! It's my inner Bostonian that forces me to write these ahaha my chapters are kinda short sometimes but please bear with me!