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Dry Land

VI

*Wrigley Field*
*Chicago, Ill.*



"The fact that you are even wearing Twins gear offends me," Patrick Sharp says as I return to my seat after going to get a beer from one of the many vendors at Wrigley Field. A large group of us, both hockey players and swimmers, had decided to catch a Cubs game. And it just so happened that said Cubs game was versus the Minnesota Twins, so naturally I was cheering for my team.


"I tried bro, I tried," Connor Dwyer, a Chicago native, says while shaking his head. Connor was more of the 200 freestyler for the team, and graduated from Florida after transferring from Iowa during his college career.


"It's not like I have anything against the Cubs," I defend," It's just that I'm a Minnesota fan. And no offense, but you're team is depressing, I mean I get it with the curse and everything but it's gotten really sad."


"Next thing you know she'll be wearing Wild stuff too," Andrew Shaw adds with a snort, joking, "Oh come on!" He says after I stay silent and look guilty," The Minnesota Wild? Really?"


"In my defense, I grew up in Minnesota. And a majority of my stuff is North Stars, I only have like, one or two Wild jerseys. That's it," I defend once again, putting my hands up in the air to prove my point. Finally taking my seat besides my brother, I notice that Jonathan has decided to join in on the fun and is sitting in the seat front of mine.


"She's right you guys," Jonathan pipes up making me utter a 'thank you' before he continues to speak, a smirk growing on his face, "It's not her fault that she doesn't know what teams to root for."


I glare at him for a couple of seconds while Connor high-fives him for his comment before turning back to the game, watching as Javier Baez lobs one deep into left field, leading to a three run score for the Cubs and putting them ahead of the Twins. Ultimately, this ends up being the final score, 4-3, in favor of the Cubs.


"So who's the better team now?" Patrick Sharp questions teasingly as we exit Wrigley Field as a group.


"Still the Minnesota Twins," I tell him, making the Cubs fans of the group groan.


"You're hopeless," Connor tells me, making me laugh.


"No, I'm a Minnesota fan."


"So what's the difference?" Andrew asks, recoiling back when I hit him in retaliation," That was unnecessary!"


"No it wasn't, you insulted my team. So what's the difference?" I mock.


"You're annoying."


"So? Deal with it."


--^--


*One week later*


"Oh my god, it's so cold!" I complain as I step through the front door of the apartment and inside, allowing myself to be greeted by the warmth of the air inside it.


My brother takes one look at what I'm wearing before laughing out loud, causing me to glare at him," Well yeah, all you've got on is a sweatshirt!"


"Okay, in my defense, the forecast said like seventy degrees outside. Not forty and windy as fuck!" Placing my bag down on the ground, I groan, falling back on the couch.


"So how's the job going?" Patrick Kane asks, referring to the assistant coaching job I had recently gotten at the local high school.


"Fucking hard man," I groan," I never thought it would be this hard, or that I would ever be going back to school again."


I had decided that I didn't really want to work for the Chicago Blackhawks. As much as I loved the offer, I didn't want to have a job just because of my brother, so I decided to try and find something on my own. A job opened up at the local high school, and I took it. Illinois High School swimming was a big deal, so it was a fun job.


"Well, that's what happens when you enter the world of the workforce," My brother says, making me laugh and roll my eyes.


"Oh please, you are not apart of the 'workforce'. You might work, sure. But you're playing a sport and getting paid, and I can say that because I used to be doing the same thing, in fact I still kind of do. None of my contracts are up yet."


"It's still working!" My brother and Patrick defend at the same time.


"Alright, whatever. Hey Alek did you ever-" I'm cut off by a knocking on the door. Getting up quickly, I answer it, only to be met by an unfamiliar woman at the door.


"Oh hi! Is Alek home?" She asks, bouncing up and down a little bit, almost unnoticeable, like a Chihuahua.


"Uh, yeah. Can I help you?" I question, not knowing if she was some crazed fan or not.


"Oh, right," She laughs, holding out her hand for me to shake," You must be his sister Alexis. I'm Josie Oliver, your brother's girlfriend." She says, leaving me standing there with my mouth open in shock.


"Wait he has..." I begin, turning towards my brother on the couch, who is wide eyed," You are..." I turn back to Josie," You have a girlfriend and you never told me?" I finally yell at my brother.


"Well...I mean...yeah," He admits, looking sheepish.


"You idjit!" I yell, socking him one time in the arm before turning back towards the girl standing in the doorway," Sorry about that, he's just, yeah," I say, making her laugh.


"Believe me, I know."


"Wait a minute? Josie? You're the girl that Alek mentioned looked after the house and stuff while he's gone! You're the neighbor I haven't met yet! I guess I should have figured it out, Alek's been pretty secretive. But I'm nosey, and so I can see why he wouldn't tell me about you. I tend to be kept out of the loop a lot. And I'm rambling again," I finish, making Josie laugh.


"That's totally fine, I'm kind of the same way," She admits, entering into the apartment and taking a seat beside my brother while I sit down next to Patrick.


"So...have you played any sports ever?" I ask.


"Yup. I played soccer all throughout my childhood and into college. I ended up playing soccer at Wisconsin, and kind of ended up moving here. I'm from Nebraska, by the way," She adds, making me chuckle.


"Nice. I'm a swimmer," I say awkwardly.


"Oh I know. I know who you were before I knew who your brother was. When he told me that you were his sister, I sort of freaked out a little," She admits.


My brother scoffs from his spot on the couch," A little? You started jumping up and down and running around. I'm pretty sure we almost had to sedate you."


"I did not!" She shrieks, hitting my brother in the arm," He's lying. I did not freak out that much."


"Hey, as long as you aren't using your brother for me, I'm good with whatever. Besides, you're cool, I like you," I say, smiling. I can see her visibly sigh in relief.


"That's good, I don't want anyone thinking that. Because I wouldn't use your brother because you're his sister. Now if Alex Morgan were his sister, it might be different, because no offense but I'm a soccer player and well obviously, you know....I'm kidding, of course. I would never do such a thing, ever."


"Okay," I say, laughing," I seriously like you."


"Yeah, so do I," My brother finally speaks up," So no scaring her away. Either of you," He says, pointing to me and Patrick, who just feign innocence.


"Us? Scare someone away? Never!" Patrick scoffs," You offend me. To get him back, I think that we should go on a date Alexis," He says, making me laugh.


"No Patrick."


"Why not?"


"Because you have a girlfriend!"


"Yeah but you know you like me."


I scoff," Do not. And I would never. I would rather dip myself in acid and gorge my own eyes out."


"Oh that's right, you like Tazer."


"Oh no," I protest, eyes going wide," I do not like him. No way. Not in a million years."


"Not in a million years what?" I hear a voice ask. Turning towards the door, I see Jonathan standing there.


"Wait, did we leave the door open?" Alek asks, at the same time that I also ask,


"How much of that did you hear?"


"Yeah, you did. And just the very end, who exactly do you not like?" Jonathan asks, entering the apartment and shutting the door behind him.


"Oh, just one of my new co-workers. The creepy P.E. teacher keeps hitting on me," I shrug, making Patrick look at me in disbelief," What? It's the truth! I'm not even kidding. I refuse to be in a room alone with him in fear of something...happening," I shudder.


There really was a creepy P.E. teacher that was one of my co-workers. While he was around my age, he gave off a creepy kind of guy feel, and it seemed like he was always around me.


"Well if you ever need someone to come and help you out with this guy, I'd be happy to punch him in the face if he ever comes onto you," Josie says, making me look at her in surprise.


"Yeah I second that," Jonathan says, while my brother just mutters 'third'.


"Alright, I'll let you know if I need any help," I chuckle.


"You likeeee him," Patrick whispers in my ear.


"Do not," I whisper back fiercely.


"Do too," He whispers back again.


"Do not."


"Do too."


"Alright fine! I like him okay?" I finally yell out, making everyone in the room stop their conversations and look at us weirdly.


"Like who?" Jonathan asks, eyebrows furrowing.

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1/12/16

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10/24/14

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