Moving up to the NHL

I just sit in my room all night with the door locked. I have been texting Tristan ever since I got home from the mall. My parents keep knocking on my door. Well, my mom has been at least. This whole feud between my dad and I is starting to annoy her. No, dad doesn't have to be dramatic, but I could have told him about Tristan rather than him finding out. Tristan is a great guy. Despite my dad's grumpyness, he still invited us all to a game. A game that he is playing in. I have been catching the Pens games lately so that I can give them my support. Karen and Kristen are my two new best friends. I also found out that they love hockey and they even used to play. I used to play too, but then we moved here. I'm sure Pittsburgh has a pond that we all could play on. I really should play again. It always kept me relaxed and it relieved a lot of stress that I had during school. I was never great at school, that's pretty much the reason why I am not in college. Hockey has been my life. I used to be a goalie, but like I said, we moved here so I can no longer play with my friends on the pond. I have played offense. Maybe I could see if Tristan wants to play and I can take shots on him or vise versa. Although, I would want to take shots on him just because I think it'd be fun to shoot on a professional goaltender. Welp, my parents got the key to my room and open the door. I guess my peace is gone now.
"You have some explaining to do young lady," says my dad as he crosses his arms.
"I shouldn't have to explain anything. You should be willing to meet him."
"Don't sass me Natalie."
"Guys just stop! Hun, you are meeting Tristan for more than a minute and Natalie, you should have told you dad. We are going to that game that he invited us to and that's that."
"We are coming right home after. We aren't sticking around."
"YOU'RE MEETING HIM," shouts my mom as she storms out. She is sick of dad's nonsense too. I have always been close with my parents, that's probably why my dad is so protective. My dad leaves and slams the door behind him. I just wonder what he's going to say to Tristan. I hope he doesn't scare him away. He is pretty much the reason why I have never really dated, but I am not nor will I ever let Tristan slip away. He is the best guy ever. I don't even care that he is a hockey player. Well, I do care, but that's not why I want him. He is cute and sweet and he really cares about me and I really care about him. I just feel like crying. My dad is such a jerk. He needs to let me have my space. I can't be his little girl forever. I love my dad, but he needs to let me have some space.
"Hey. Is everything okay?" text Tristan as I get my pajamas on to go to bed.
"As far as I know. My mom is making my dad meet you after that game you invited us to."
"Is that a good thing?"
"As long as my mom stands right there. My dad can be so over dramatic at times. I'm sorry he did that to us in public. With you being famous, that must be a whole news story."
"Eh, not really. Well, as far as I know."
"Good. Well, I better get to bed. I really want to see you tomorrow. I have all day to myself."
"Yeah, we can get together tomorrow."
"Yeah, want to come over for dinner or something? I know this is too soon to ask, but I really want you and my dad to actually talk."
"Sure. I guess. I'll text you tomorrow. Have a good night."
I put down the phone and crawl in bed. Tristan is coming over tomorrow for dinner. I wonder how that is going to go with my parents.

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