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AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!

Rivers vs. Toews

One night at a Chicago hotel, Philip Rivers of the San Diego Chargers was on his laptop looking at his funny faces on Google Images. "Oh, I remember making that one!" he said, referring to the famous, close up picture of him gaping. "Let me see if I can make it still!" He made it with ease.
Danny Woodhead, one of Philip's teammates, came into the room. "What on earth are you doing, Philip?"
"Oh, I'm looking at my funny faces on Google!" Philip answered with pride. "I want to know if I can still do 'em."
"Aren't you suppose to be sleeping? We have to battle against Cutler tomorrow."
"Cutler whatever! We can beat him!"
"Yea, say that when we're losing." Danny walked over to the table Philip is sitting in front of. "Why are these desks so tall?"
"No, they're not tall, you're short." Philip reached over and pulled another chair next to him for his friend to sit on. "Look at that face!" He pointed to the screen. "Don't I look so funny?"
"It looks like you're scowling," Danny commented flatly, sitting down.
"Okay, what about this one?" Philip waved his curser over a picture of him in a press conference, looking like he's seeing rainbows and unicorns on clouds.
"Oh dear..." Danny placed his hand on his forehead. "You can never make a sane look, right?"
"Well, I can try!" Philip tried to make a normal face, but ended up making the same exact face he made in the picture of him in the press conference. "Ugh, I can't. Oh well. Can you teach me how to make a sane look? Danny?" He looked at his friend, who was scrolling down, mesmerized by the laptop. "Oh my gosh! Look at this dude! Who is he?"
"It's me of course!"
"Last time I check, you are not brunette and you do not look like that."
"Whaaaa?" Philip pushed Danny out of the way, seeing who he was talking about. Danny had clicked on a picture of a guy with his face coming out from the side of the camera, staring at the camera with a creepy look, sitting next to a blond dude that had no idea who was next to him. "Hmmmm..." Philip narrowed his brown eyes at the picture and backed away. "Who is this guy that imitates me?"
"I dunno; let's find out." Danny clicked and typed a few things on the computer before saying, "I found his name: Jonathan Toes."
"Toes?" Philip looked at the name. "It's Toews, not Toes! It has the 'W'!"
"Ah, whatever. But that's him."
"Let me look 'im up." Philip looked up 'Jonathan Toews' on Google Images. He gasped. "There's so many pictures of him with funny faces! I have an opponent...."
"Well, it's a good thing to know that you're not the only one who makes those faces at the most random times."
"And he has an Indian's face on his jersey... Ooo...I wonder where he's at...I want to show 'im that I am...the King...of Funny Faces!!!" Philip gave the ceiling a superior, yet goofy look.
"It's 12:02 am. Gonna go to bed. 'night, Rivers." Danny got off from his chair and walked out of the room.
"I will find you soon...Toews." Philip muttered while turning off his laptop.


The next day, Jonathan Toews was bored, so he decided to watch football with his buddy, Patrick Kane.
"Why are we watching football, dude?" Patrick asked his friend.
"Because it's the only good thing that's on TV...GO BEARS!!!" Toews pumped his fist in the air.
"Yea, yea, yea, go Bears, man, go Marshall dude, go Cutler man, yea, go, dudes, go!" Patrick said with some shock of Toews's unexpected spirit shout. "Wait, who are playing against, man?"
"This." Toews pulled out his white phone charger from the table that was next to him.
"We're playing against your charger, dude?"
"Practically, yes. It's the Chicago Bears versus the San Diego Chargers. Huh, what type of team name is that? And San Diego? I never heard of that place before! Where is it?"
"California, man."
"Oh, since when did study your geography, Kaner?"
"I didn't study geography, dude, my iPad did, man." Patrick raised his iPad in the air that was on Google.
"Oh..."
Patrick looked back at his iPad. "Yea, dude, it's close by to Anaheim, man... Whoa, dude, look at this man!" He gave Toews his iPad that was now showing pictures of Philip Rivers, which of course was making funny faces.
"Who's this...and why is he making those faces? I only make those faces!" Toews jabbed his finger at his chest multiple times.
"Uh, it's the Chargers' quarterback, Philip Rivers, dude. He reminds me a lot about you, Tazer man."
"Hmmm..." Toews looked up at his TV, which was showing Philip making a funny face on the sidelines. "There he is! He's in Chicago!" He pointed to the TV. "I am gonna find 'im and we are gonna have a showdown...because there's only one that makes the best funny faces and that is...moi. Oui?" (...me. Right?)
"Stop it with the French, Jon, I don't understand it, dude."
"Aw...porquoi?" Toews made a sad puppy look at his friend. (...why?)
Patrick just stared at him with the most gravest look his can make.
"Ugh, fine." Toews scowled at the TV, which showed Philip throwing a perfect pass to Danny. "But we will...we will meet...one day...."
"Aw, man." Patrick frowned at his iPad. "We have a press conference to attend like in one hour, dude."
"And you just got that now?" Toews raised his eyebrows.
"Yup. Well, better get going."
Towards the end of the press conference the Chicago Blackhawks were having, Toews was given the opportunity to say what his team needs improvement on.
"Well," he started. "overall, we are a great team. But there are a few flaws that could be fixed easily...like Hossa should stop eating like ten kit-kats before every game and Shaw should stop falling every game and...."
While Toews was listing away the flaws of his team, the Chargers came into the room for their press conference about their game against the Bears. Philip looked to see who was talking and...
Philip gasped. "Toews!" He narrowed his eyes
Toews stopped talking and looked down at Philip, since he was on a stage. "Rivers...."
RIVERS VERSUS TOEWS!!!
Philip rushed up onto the stage and took the microphone from Toews's podium. "Who do you think makes the funniest faces?" he asked the audience. The audience didn't answer. "Well, I think I make the best funniest faces." Philip placed his hand on his chest in pride.
"NO! I do!" Toews snapped.
"Okay then, let's see about that!"
Then the battle began of the funny faces: sad, happy, mad, goofy... They were right on track and both perfect with the faces they made.
"Well, this is interesting, man..." Patrick said, looking at Toews with a surprised look.
"Yea, I know," Danny, who was sitting next to him, told him; he was eating popcorn and popped one into his mouth. "You want some?" He held out the bag towards Patrick. "Great for entertainment like this."
"Sure." Patrick reached into the bag and chomped on some popcorn.
The results of the battle?
Well, Philip became the King of the Funniest Faces in the NFL while Toews was named King of the Funniest Faces in the NHL.
And they became friends, believe or not.

The End.

Notes





Comments

@A Shruinger sure no problem

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
Thank you :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/21/17

@A Shruinger ok I understand


Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
I'm sorry, but:

"If you were looking for a romance story of you and your favourite hockey player, you have come to the wrong place." -copied and pasted from my profile

Look at the description of "AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!" for more information regarding what type of requests I accept if you'd like.

I do recommend Tumblr, Wattpad, or other romantic-themed one-shot collections on this site to request on. :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/18/17

could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/18/17