“Ok. We’ve prepared for this. Now, to be sure you know, Marie, I will ask you some questions. You must answer them in 5 seconds. Are you ready?”
It was Christmas break at Harvard. None of the three girls went home for Christmas, as of where they lived. Jade lived in San Jose, Emily in Cole Harbour and Marie in Paris. Emily could’ve gone to Pittsburgh but decided against it, as this would be the first Boston game they would see. Jade could’ve gone to New York to visit her cousin, but also decided against it. They needed to be there for Marie. Marie had a cousin in Canada, in Toronto specifically but they weren’t super close, but close enough, so he came down to Boston a little while ago, for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, then left the day after. They were glad he left when he did, so it would only be the three at the game, instead of the three and an OHL player.
“Yes!”
“Are you ready?”
“YES!”
“What is icing?”
“Icing occurs when a player shoots the puck across at least two red lines, the opposing team's goal line being the last, and the puck remains untouched.”
“When is it not icing?”
“It’s not icing if the puck is shot from behind the halfway line into the goal, or when the shot must be played by the opposing team's goaltender to keep it out of the net. In the former case with a shot puck crossing the goal line completely, the goal is counted. It also doesn’t count when the team is shorthanded and is trying to kill the penalty,” Marie explained.
“Amazing! What are the different ways to check, and when does it not count as a penalty?”
“Body, hip, shoulder, poke, sweep, stick, fore, back, cross, lift and press checking. It doesn’t count as a penalty when the player that is checked as the puck, as the check is usually used to steal the puck.”
“In hockey, you see sticks flying high, but they’re never called for high sticking. Why is that?”
“A high stick is when your stick goes above the waist and hits somebody, normally in the face.”
“If you know those, you should be good to go. Now, onto Jerseys. You can either wear a plain one, with just the logo, #19, Tyler Seguin, or #63, Brad Marchand,” Emily explained.
“Of course you choose plain or Canadian players!”
“I’m sorry that I’m from Canada and I love Canadians!”
“Some more than others,” Jade whispered to Marie. Marie cracked up laughing and took five minutes to calm down.
“Heard that!”
“Well what did I say?”
“That I love some more than others!”
“She’s good,” Marie whispered back to Jade.
“Just wait and see what I can do when puck bunnies try to hit on Sid. I’m all ears, eyes, and smell.”
“Smell?” Marie asked.
“See the sluts, hear their terrible flirting, and smell Sid’s fear when they come and their fear when I kick their butts!”
“Nice!” Jade high-fived Emily.
“Well I’ll, sadly, take Marchand.”
“I get plain otherwise Sid will have my head, so Marie gets Seguin!” Marie just nodded her head. She would never admit that she developed a fangirl crush on Seguin when they studied hockey to get her prepped.

One hour later, the girls sat in their seats, which were right beside the penalty boxes. The teams came out to do their normal little warm-up before the game. The girls got lucky because they were on Boston’s side, not Toronto’s. Jade, Emily and Marie all hated Toronto. Jade hated them a little before, now a lot. Emily always hated them, her being the Canadian that she is. Marie just hated the teams that Emily and Jade hated. She grew to know why and hated Toronto on her own, as well.
“Please rise for the playing of the National Anthems and remove all head dress,” The announcer announced when the first line-ups were on the ice. First was The Star-Spangled Banner. Jade put her hand to her heart and sang along to that. Emily just sang loud and proud for O’ Canada. Marie just stood and respected the two countries. She partially sang along to O’ Canada, because she heard that one more.
The first face-off of the night was won by Boston. The three girls cheered as loud as they possibly could, when in the first minute, Boston got a goal.
“Goal for the Boston Bruins at 18:52! Scored by #19 Tyler Seguin, assisted by #63 Brad Marchand and #46 David Krejci!” The crowd, especially the girls, cheered their hearts out.
By the time the first period was over, Boston was winning 2-0.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Marie said.
“Need one of us to show you?”
“I’ll be fine,” Marie said. She got up from their seats and went up the stairs. Because it was intermission, it was crazily packed. She started walking in one direction, (A/N: hehe) trying to find the bathroom. She looked around for the signs, but since she was only 5’7”, she couldn’t see over people, even though she wasn’t short. She found some stairs where a lot of people were headed down. She followed them, but had to stop to tie her converses. She took 1 minute, but by the time she was done, she had lost them. She started wandering around, looking for the bathrooms. All she found were dead ends. She found a hallway she never saw before. She went down it and found some stairs. She followed them to another hallway.
She was still confused, as she never found the bathrooms, but she found something all fangirls have dreamed of visiting, the locker rooms.
She started looking around, looking for a guard or someone, even a player, (Preferably Tyler Seguin, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud or anything) or a coach, or a dog for that matter! She just needed to find someone.
5 minutes passed, with no sign of anyone. She was still wandering, just staying close to the locker rooms. She was just about to give up, when out walked one player. She knew that player well. She didn’t know him personally, but if you’ve heard of Boston, you would’ve heard of him. It was her all-time favourite player, #19. Tyler Seguin.
“Now what is someone like you doing down here?” He asked.
“I was looking for the bathroom and got lost.”
“I can tell. I’m surprised the guards haven’t realized this yet.”
“I couldn’t find one,” She said, her thick, French accent still shining through her English.
“That’s odd. Well, I would show you myself, but there’s five minutes left until the second period.”
“Oh,” She sounded a little disappointed.
“But it doesn’t mean I can’t tell you.”
“If you go ‘round the corner, to the stairs, and up the stairs, you’ll find yourself in the hallway leading right from the top stairs. Once you get up there, to the middle hallway, just keep walking right, until you see a big, open, carpeted place. Go straight and you’ll find the bathrooms. From there, to get back to the ice, go left, you’ll find stairs. Just go up and find your seat.”
“Thanks! And what did you mean by someone like me?”
“I meant a beautiful young woman.”
She giggled. “Thanks. I’ll, um, see you ‘round.”
“Wait! Can I get your number before you leave?”
“Sure!”
Marie didn’t show it, but inside, she was squealing. She was a natural fangirl. She followed his directions and found her seat with 30 seconds left before the period started.
“Where were you?” Emily asked, worried.
“I got lost, and then found Tyler Seguin. He directed me to the salle de bain.”
“French for bathroom?” Jade asked. Emily and Marie nodded.
“Tell me more about this meeting with Seguin!” Emily pleaded. Marie was just about to say something when the game started back up.
“Please welcome back, The Boston Bruins!” The announcer announced. They cheered as loud as they could.
“You’re telling me, next intermission!” Emily exclaimed. Marie nodded and they got back to watching the game.
The rest of the game went by quickly. Boston won 3-1. Marie did tell Emily about her finding Tyler, with the phone number part as well. Emily squealed like she just met Sidney Crosby and her asked her out. Although, not that realistic, as that did happen and Emily screamed as soon he was out of hearing range.
Hey, it’s Tyler. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies Sunday. It’s my day off before I go to Montreal. –Tyler
Emily was so excited when she got that text the night after the game. She pulled an Emily and screamed. She texted back,
I would love to. – Emily <3
She gave him her address. She was as excited as one girl possibly could be. Now to wait 5 days for Sunday.

Notes

Kinda suckish. Whatever though.