How AAOOOSC! Got Started!

A few months later, Antti was in the Chicago Blackhawks' locker room, packing up his equipment after practice. He was always the last one to get out since he likes to take his sweet time and make sure that everything is where it's suppose to be, so the locker room was empty.
Antti swung his sports bag over his shoulder. "Well, time to get going." He squeezed his green water bottle for a drink, but realized that it was empty. "Hmmm..." He dropped the bag down on the ground and looked around the room so see if anyone was watching him. Then he screwed off the orange cap and being to refill his bottle with his water powers. He twisted back on then heard a loud THUMP! behind him, almost scaring the daylights out of him.
Antti quickly turned around and saw Patrick Kane with his blue eyes widen and his sports bag on the ground next to him.
"You gotta be kidding me...," Antti muttered to himself.
"Did you just...refill your bottle...with your hand...dude?" Patrick asked in awe.
"Yes, I did."
"So you have like powers, man?"
"Ummm..." Antti put his bottle down on the bench. "...yea...."
"Whoa, dude, really?"
"Yes, really."
"Because, because I have powers, too, man." Patrick walked up to Antti.
Antti made a confused/surprised look. "Powers? You have powers? Like supernatrual powers?"
"Yea, dude, I do! Well, not your powers, man, but different ones."
"Like what?"
"Like this, dude." Patrick turned invisible. "Cool man, right?"
"Whoa, I can't do that...."
Patrick turned visible. "But I can't have water at the tips of my fingers like you, dude. But, I also have fast reflexes, man."
"Wait, you have two types of powers?" Antti scratched the back of his neck.
"Actually, three: I can turn invisible, do stuff super quickly, and use the bow n' arrow very, very well, dude."
"I didn't even know that's possible to have more than power. Gosh, I didn't even know that I wasn't the only one who has powers."
"Yea, same here, man."
"I feel a whole lot better now. I don't feel alone anymore."
"Glad I can make you better, dude. But where are you from, man, England?"
"England?" Antti made an odd look. "Why do you think I'm from England? I'm from Finland."
"Oh, because it sounds like you're from England, dude--your accent."
"It sounds like I have a British accent, then?"
"Yup, man. I've always wanted to ask you about your accent, dude. Now I have, man." Patrick smirked.
"Well, you sound like you're from California."
Patrick shrugged. "That's what Jon tells me, dude, but I'm from New York, man. Jon tells me that I sound like a surfer dude."
"And he's not lying."
"You got that right, man, a Califonian surfer dude with a deep voice, dude. But you know, we should go out, get to know more about each other, become friends, you know what I mean, man, right, dude?"
Antti nodded his head, thinking about it. "Yea, that'll be cool."
"Okay then, let me give you my phone number, man..." Patrick pulled out his phone from his pocket. "...and you can give me your's, dude."
"Alright."
And they exchanged phone numbers and became friends.

Notes