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Those Three Words (ON HOLD)

The Game

"Why do you watch these games? I mean it's just so depressing." I said as I cracked open a beer. I had been at Nora and Rurik's house. It's been a while since I've been home.

"What's wrong with cheering him on?" Nora said. She was eating some chips and dip. We were watching the Ottawa Senators and New York Islanders play. It was Erik's rookie season. I didn't really care for watching him play. I had let him go all together. But my friends being supportful they wanted to cheer him on.

"I mean sure he kind of just ditched us, but hockey was always fun to watch from the bench." Rurik joked. Rurik had played hockey too, except he was usually just the third liner or fourth liner for Erik's team while he was the star.

I took a seat next to them on the leather couch. "I could care less about him cutting off our friendship. I mean the girl and him only lasted another month before she cheated on him. It's kind of funny." I said with a shrug as I took a swig of my beer.

The happy couple laughed together. "True that," they said together. They were just so adorable together. I had always been jealous of their relationship.

"I'm going to miss you two when I go back to Toronto on Monday," I told the two. I was only back in Sweden for the week. I managed to find time off. I got someone to cover my column in The Sun.

"Yes, it's hard to live without us-- I know." Rurik said jokingly. How I loved my bestfriends.

* * *

I had a coffee in my right hand and papers and a bag in my left. Coming to this hectic building was always an adventure. It was where I spent most of my time in Toronto. I didn't know too many people. I did hangout with some co-workers since coming here six months ago.

"Goodmorning Bella." One of the ladies said as I walked by in a hurry. I politely smiled and attempted to wave.

I got to my small, really small, office space I was given. I sat at my desk and turned on my computer that was in front of me. I thought blankly until an idea passed through my brain. I had done a sports column. The last column written by me was about the Toronto Raptors. I decided to write a column on how the Toronto Maple Leafs' would do better in the playoffs with a lower seed. Three hours later I had finalized my topic. I went to bring it to our editor.

I walked into the office. He had a massive sized chestnut wood desk. It had consisted of some knick-knacks on it. It sure as hell held a load of work papers. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Okay, good topic." He paused as he kept reading on. "Alright, it will work. I would like to see more suff like this. Good work, Isabella." He said strictly. He was always a business type of man. But he could be a real down to earth guy. His family opened their home to me for the first three weeks I was here.

"Alright, thank you." I said grabbing my papers. I got up to leave his office. His office overlooked downtown Toronto. It was beautiful, but also disgusting. Courtesy of all the pollution done in the major city. I headed for my small office, only to be stopped by John Ortiz from Hockey Sports.

"Isabella," He called and I went over to see him. His office door was open. His office was seated in the sports section, a little farther off from mine. We did almost cover the same topics.

"Yes, John?" I asked as he stood in front of me. He was wearing dress pants and a white dress shirt. He was one of the very few young people working here. I was the youngest though, he was three years older than me.

"Extra ticket to the Leafs' game tomorrow night." He cooed as he waved a pair of tickets in front of me. He specifically covered hockey. The Toronto Maple Leafs' were his specialty. Toronto Marlies were second. John would invite me to some of the games.

I thought about it remembering that they were assigned to play the Senators. "The Sens, am I right?" I asked double checking.

"Yes. Come on, it's rivalry night. Do a column on rivalries or something." He suggested.

I thought about it. Part of me wanted to turn him down, but the other side said sure it will be fun. I could see the guys. "Fine, meet you at the game tomorrow." I told him and he smiled as he handed me one of the tickets.

"See you there." He said as he walked off.

* * *

I've never watched The Ottawa Senators' play in person. I've watched it on the television, briefly. I kind of felt awkward going to the game knowing that he was going to be playing there. It just seemed so awkward. Even if Erik did see me, I don't think that I would be noticeable. I think I looked different. My brown-blonde like hair was now dark black. My short hair was now really long. My accent was more faint.

I found myself looking for the seat. I had been wearing my Bozak jersey. I owned four Toronto Maple Leafs' jerseys: Kadri, Bozak, Grabovski and Lupul. I would switch up the jerseys depending on who I wore last time. All of the jerseys I owned were proudly signed.

I put my beer down along with my bag. I was three rows away from on the glass. Our tickets were by the penalty box. Soon enough John joined me.

When the Senator players stepped on the ice I had seen him in person, I guess you could say. His hair was longer. He looked bigger than I remember. Of course he grew and started working out more. It was the NHL, only the best league for hockey.

"We have to talk to a couple of the guys after the game. You know the usual." John has explained. Of course I knew we had to. Whenever I came along, he had to go ask some of the Leafs questions. I grew quite fond of the bunch. They were crazy and fun. Especially Nazem Kadri, he was something else. We'd met quite a few times outside of the arena since.

Third period action was always fun. It was 3-0 as the third begun. The Senators weren't necessarily playing of satisfaction. Reims was going for the shutout. Kadri had two goals and Lupul had one. They assisted on each other's goals. I was cheering my head off. I swore that I was going to have a sore throat tomorrow.

I've been trying not to care about him. But did he ever look amazing. There was no lying in that. It's been way too long since I've seen him, or talked to him. I couldn't bare to try contact him. Not after everything that had happened in the past. It was too much to handle.

I watched Lupes block a shot. Nazem grabbed the puck and skated up. It was amazing how much speed he had. He went in on the defenders, dangling his way around the two. I smiled as the puck was about to go in the net. I found myself standing up cheering and wailing my arms around. John was laughing at my excitement, but hey I loved hockey. Hats went flying on the ice. I wish I had a hat to throw, I thought to myself. He was happy, but being very modest. The Senators had their heads down. Erik was looking frustrated. He was out skated by him. All Star Defensemen Erik Karlsson couldn't do anything about the goal.

* * *

4-0; a beautiful shut out earned by James. I was waiting for John outside of the lockeroom. I didn't like being inside there after the game. It kind of stunk and boy were those boys rowdy. Plus there were plenty of guys like John. They would nag you and bombard you with questions. John just needed some statements for his paper tomorrow.

Soon enough Tyler Bozak came out. "Thanks for shitting on us in your column." He joked slightly. I just sheepishly smiled and shrugged. It was true though. A lower seed would be for the best.

"Sorry Bozie." I said apologizing.

"No need to apologize. You're wearing my jersey." He smiled proudly. I noticed Don Cherry leading Kadri, Orr and McLaren out of the locker room. They shuffled through the crowds of people. Some reporters followed the bunch; including John.

"Yeah, well it's been a while." I explained before I stopped. "Can you tell me where a washroom is down here?" I asked looking around the hectic building.

"Straight down there," he pointed before continuing, "Follow the hall. There may or may not be a sign. It's passed the visiting locker rooms. It shouldn't be too hard to find, Bella." He explained as he pointed down the corridor, again.

"Thanks," I said before walking off.

I pushed and shoved through the shortest and tallest people. Everyone was dressed very professional. I was fine in my Leafs' jersey. When I got through the group of people I walked peacefully down the more quiet side of the hallway.

I noticed some of the Senators management standing around a doorway. Soon enough someone was walking towards me. Not specifically towards me, just my direction. It was Jason Spezza. I had recognized the face. I've watched him play hockey before on the television. I also wrote a column about him and his injuries.

He bumped into me. "Watch--" He said at first, but he soon corrected himself. "Oh sorry, beautiful." He smiled cheekily. I gave him an uninterested look. He wasn't my type. Plus he had to be well older than me.

"It's fine." My accent was noticeable here.

"Hey, I know you. You're the Swedish columnist!" He smiled happily.

I grinned. "That's me."

"Actually, do you want to meet my friend? He's really hot. Not in the homosexual way though. I mean like he's single and Swedish." He jumbled his words around. I just laughed at his openness. I just shrugged at him nonchalantly; unaware of what I had just agreed to. "I'll go get him."

Notes

A/N: Hey thank's to whoever is reading. I never actually expected to update this soon. It's insane. But I went to a bomber's game tonight! I ran into Toews' dad at the game. Congratulated him on his sons win of the cup and I'm not going to lie, his dad is TAAAALLLL!

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