Everything I could ask for. (Completed)

Madeline sat on the Toronto Maple Leafs bench in the Air Canada Center, Aaron threw a bucket of pucks onto the smooth freshened ice surface as she laced up her skates. "That smell, I can't get enough of it." Aaron said as he inhaled that amazing smell that hockey players craved sometimes. "I know." She said breathing it in as she stood up making sure her skates were tight enough for her liking. She opened the door to the bench as she warmed up a bit. "When are the prospects coming out?" Aaron said as Madeline stick handled a bit. "I think in like an hour?" She said as she threw a puck onto her stick, throwing it up into the air a few times then throwing it into the net. Aaron came up behind her kissing her neck as she tried to jab him in the stomach jokingly. "2 minutes for kissing." Madeline said laughing hysterically as she went and opened the Penalty box.

"That's just rude." Aaron said getting into the box, throwing his stick and his gloves. "THIS IS BULLSHIT." He yelled then they both started laughing hysterically. He opened the door slightly. "Did you not see him try to elbow me in the stomach?!??! Your the worst ref ever, do your fucking job." He said collecting his stick and gloves walking over to the door leading into the Leaf's locker room. "What do you mean I get a 10 minute Misconduct? BULLSHIT." He said as she fell to the ice laughing. He collected himself and laid down next to her. "I am practicing for next year." He said laughing so hard. "Next time throw your jersey off so I can see your abs." She said dying. "It's going to be so sick actually coming next year and playing in this arena." He said as they laid there looking up at the ACC's ceiling. "Its going to be so weird for me." Madeline said looking at the box up top where her father sat with his collegues and the GM every game. "I know, Miss. Leafs fan." He said moving closer to her. "Well, well look at this." Matt Finn said coming onto the bench to tape up his stick. "Finny!" Madeline said swooping up and skating over to the bench to hug him. "What's up Gilly. You helping out today?" Matt asked wrapping her up in a hug. "Yup me and Morgs will be out here setting up some drills, reporting back to my dad to make sure we don't have to trade you." She said smirking. "You would never do that to me." He said hitting her in the shoulder.

"Babe I am going to put this back into the equipment room." Aaron said as she turned to look at him, he had picked up all the pucks. "Okay." She said turning back to Matt as they talked. "So how is it?" Matt said looking a Aaron make his way into the locker room. "It's weird, I can feel him changing." She said wanting to take those words back. "Well I know Rielly won't shut up about you." Matt said untaping his stick and retaping it. "Yeah right." She said coming onto the bench and shedding her skates, then her pads, sitting in her hockey pants, hockey socks and her Florida Panthers Reebok shirt Aaron had gotten her. "I am serious, he's like in puppy love with you." Matt said looking at his stick and approving of his taping job. "Hahaha." She said laughing. The texts, all the worriness about her, maybe he did like her. But she had Aaron, gorgeous Aaron, Morgan was practically her best friend. "I'll catch you in a little while Finny." Madeline said as she left the bench and headed to the locker room.

She changed into Nike athletic shorts and summer skates as she made her way to the lobby of the AAC where she was supposed to help Morgan check everyone in, be their welcome crew. She saw him, his hair had gotten longer, his eyes still that glassy blue. She had to stop herself, Aaron was literally in her dad's office talking to him. She walked up to the table hugging Morgan. "Long time no see Gilmore." Morgan said trying to keep his cool. "Haha yeah you know it gets busy around the draft." She said sitting down and looking at the names on her list.

"You should take that shirt off before anyone sees it." He said as she looked down. She still had on Aaron's Panthers t-shirt. "Here." He said flinging his Toronto Maple Leafs sweatshirt at her. She put it on. It smelled like him, oh god she had to stop. "Hey William Nylander." the blonde in front of her said as she looked up. "Wow it's you." She said looking down at her list and crossing him off. "My dad is the head scout for the Leafs, I kinda told him to draft you." She said smirking as she gave him the Leafs Camp Package and a name tag to put on his hockey bag. "You are on the blue team." She said putting a blue sticker on the name tag and giving it back to him. "Thanks, and thanks for telling your dad to draft me Madeline Gilmore, I know who you are, impressive numbers at BC." He said winking at her as he strolled down to the locker room.

She couldn't deal with another boy who liked her. She was about to explode.

"Doesn't Will Nylander know that your dating Aaron?" Morgan whispered as some little kid probably a brother of one of the prospects asked him for an autograph. "Yeah he does." She said whispering as her brother appeared. "Tyler Gilmore JR, Prospect 2011 Draft." He said keeping a straight face as she laughed. "Madeline Gilmore, your sister." She said as she crossed off his name and gave him a name tag, with a blue sticker on it. "Yeah I know I live with you." He said messing up her hair as he walked down the concourse. "Dinner tonight?" Morgan said just putting it out there. "I think I have something with Aaron but if I don't then sure." She said kicking herself internally. "Bye babe, I'll see you when your done with this." Aaron said coming behind the table to kiss her, her hands running through his hair. See Morgan, she had a boyfriend.

"Yeah see you later." She said coming up for air as he gave her that Aaron Ekblad hot, gorgeous, half smirk, half smile. "Perfect, I'll make you dinner tonight." He said walking out of the AAC. "Maybe another night?" She said to Morgan as his smile disappeared. "Tomorrow?" He said hopeful. "Yes def." She said as more prospects appeared. His smile appearing once again.

This was going to be a very long day.

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