Moving up to the NHL

Work is taking forever. I just want to go see Tristan. My dad hasn't said a word to me all day. He seems disappointed I didn't tell him earlier about Tristan. I wanted to tell him, but I have been so scared to find out what he would think. Tristan is a great guy so there is no reason for my dad to not like him. He saw ME kiss Tristan. I'm the one who did it. It was not Tristan's fault. I'm surprised that he didn't pull away from the kiss, but then again, he must really care about me. I love him. I'm not going to tell him that until I feel like the relationship is strong enough, but I do really love him. I just don't want to tell him because I don't want to freak him out and we just started dating not too long ago.

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Jarry's POV

Practice seems like it's taking forever. I just don't want to be on the ice right now. I need to talk to Natalie. I hope her father isn't mad about what happened.
"Jars, get in net," says coach Sully snapping me out of my gaze. Sid looks at me with concern. I just shrug my shoulders and skate to the net. Looks like Matt and Sid are talking about me. At least, I think they are. They must know that something is wrong. I am having a little trouble stopping the puck. I made a few good saves, but I know that I can play better. I want to start the next game so I need to prove that I am the best choice. With Natalie and her father on my mind, I can't focus. Sid still looks at me with concern as I skate to the bench to get a drink.
"Is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself," asks Sid as he skates over to me. Matt follows him.
"Yeah, what's going on with you? You really don't seem very happy," says Matt as he gets a bottle of water.
"I just got a lot on my mind," I say as I try to skate away, but Sid stops me.
"Jars, come on. What's going on? Maybe we can help you. Does it have something to do with Natalie?"
"Not really. Natalie isn't a part of it. From what Natalie said, I guess her father doesn't know about us and he saw me drop her off this morning and he didn't look very happy. I just can't stop thinking about what her dad would say."
"Do you think he'd let you guys stay together?"
"I don't know. He looks like a pretty strict guy."
"He shouldn't be mad if you just dropped her off. Did you guys like kiss or something to piss him off?"
"Yes. Well she kissed me."
"I see. Well, when she gets out of work, text her and ask about her father. As long as he sees that you are a great guy and that she is happy, he shouldn't have an issue. I have been in this same situation before."
"Let's get back to practice boys!" shouts coach Sullivan as he blows the whistle. Matt and I go with our goalie coach to work on separate drills.

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Natalie's POV

Finally done with work. I say goodbye to Karen and Kristen and I leave. I need to talk to Tristan. I don't really want to go home. As long as I am happy, my dad should be happy, right?
"Hey, have you talked to your dad yet?" texts Tristan. He must be just as concerned as I am.
"No, I have been avoiding him lately. Can we meet up? I really want to see you" I text back.
"Sure. Where do you want to meet?"
"Can we meet at the mall? I need to get some winter clothes."
"Yeah, meet me there in twenty."

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It wasn't that hard to find Tristan in the mall. He was standing by the main entrance. I just throw my arms around him and pull him into a hug. I am actually scared that my dad won't let us be together, but if he met Tristan, theyd be able to become friends. Of course, my dad can be very judgmental when it comes to guys. He wants me to date the perfect man. I understand that. He wants to make sure I am happy and a lot of guys out there are abusive and rapists. Tristan is neither of those things. He is the perfect man. How can I get my dad to see that?
"Well, I need to go find clothes. Don't worry, I won't drag you into all the girly stores," I say with a chuckle. I know how guys hate stores like Victoria's Secret. Of course, that store is all underwear and bras.
"Good," he chuckles as we walk into the mall. And of course, there are a lot of Pens fans here, which I would expect because we do live in Pittsburgh. People are taking pictures, but other than that, they are leaving us alone. I get most of my shopping done before I sit down to eat some dinner. It's getting late. I should head back soon, but I just want to spend time with him.
"Something on your mind?" asks Tristan as we sit down to eat our food. We got chinese today.
"Well, I just don't want to face my family. Like I have been saying, my dad can be judgmental. He wants me to date the right guy, but the fact that I didn't tell him about you probably made the situation worse. I did tell my mom. She keeps asking about you."
"Well, here are some tickets to the next game that I am starting. Why don't you and your parents go and have a little fun?"
"Yeah, I will ask them. At that first game that we went to when you played the Flyers, my dad knew that I was like, don't judge me when I say this, but I have been obsessed with you. I have wanted to meet you for the longest time. My dad kept picking on me because of it and also because he thought that we would never get this close."
"Yeah, I get that. A lot of fans are obsessed with at least one guy on this team. Usually it's either Sid or Phil. Sometimes even Matt. And I am glad that we got this close."
"Me too. I'm very happy that I can be with you. I can't even describe how I feel. My dad can't split us up even if he tried."
"What are you going to say to him?"
"That you are a great guy and I am very lucky to have you."
"No, I'm the lucky one," he says and we both chuckle. He is such a sweetheart.
"You were supposed to be home an hour ago," says a voice behind me. Tristan looks at me with a look that told me that my dad is behind me with my mom and brother.
"Dad?" I say. I can't think of anything else to say.
"What's going on here?"
"Dad, it's nothing."
"Yeah, doesn't look like nothing."
"Let's go home, you and your father need to talk. You should have told us you were staying out late with Tristan and your dad doesn't need to be so dramatic. Considering the fact that BOTH of you are in your twenties."
"She is twenty. Doesn't mean that she can do whatever she pleases."
"I better go home. I'll, uh, I'll text you," I say as I walk away from my family. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I can't believe my dad embarrassed me in front of Tristan. I feel bad leaving him there in an awkward situation, but I really don't want him to see me cry. I get out my phone and type "I love you" and I was going to send it to Tristan, but I deleted the text and drove away.

Notes

Sorry that it took so long to update. I have been soooooo busy lately that I have almost no time to myself. Anyways, enjoy! I will try to have another update soon! I am open to suggestions and new characters!