Little did Tyler know, but three female fans sat in the audience watching. They weren’t necessarily paying attention to the team or anyone other than him. Their eyes were fixated on the young man who hailed from Halifax, Nova Scotia. And they weren’t exactly good looks.

They were best friend trio, Sydney Crosby, Mikayla Pronger, and Lillian Johnson. Sydney was the leader and the founder of the trio of friends. She had been the one to call them All together. and it was her, who normally drove the bus. She was a tall six foot woman with curly light brown hair and a pair of deep amber brown eyes. She wore a Boston Blackhawks jersey with a “C” patch stitched to into it.

Beside her was Mikayla Pronger, who was the right-hand woman. She was an orange-haired ginger that appeared as more of a light brown under special lighting. Her eyes were a spectacular shade of hazel. On her jersey, was an “A” patch.

And the shortest of the trio, on the end, was Lillian Johnson, who was a dark brown haired girl. She often wore her hair up in braided pigtails and her eyes were a deep almond brown. Her jersey was plain, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Mikayla was the first one to turn to her group. “I suggest that we start with that one! He looks promising and he might actually bring the Blackhawks a win!”

“Well, the Coach seems to like him too, which is fantastic news!” Sydney stated, her eyes glowing brightly with wise skepticism.

Lillian cocked her head and grinned, biting her lip adorably. “I think he’s rather cute.”

“Lillian, don’t you be falling head-over-heels for a hockey player, now. We got no time for that!” Sydney scolded.

“But I think he’d be great in bed. And he’s got those blue eyes of his!” Lillian stated, sighing helplessly. 

“I think we lost our Lillian, she’d helplessly in love!” Mikayla remarked.

“She’d better not be. Lilly, dear, snap out of it! We can’t fall for a hockey player, especially not one who is going into the National Hockey League!” Sydney spoke, snapping her fingers before her friend’s eyes.

Lillian sighed again, swaying back and forth, romantically lost on Cloud 9 as she gazed down at the ice and stared at Tyler, as he talked to the Boston Blackhawk coach. She clasped her hands together in front of her.

“Lillian! Hello, Earth to Miss Johnson!” Sydney tried again.

“Let me handle this, Sydney.” Mikayla turned to her and grabbed the younger girl by the shoulders and shook her furiously. “LILLIAN!!”

“His eyes are so pretty…”

Sydney rolled her eyes. “Forget it, Mickey, she’s beyond Cloud 9, just let her be.”

Mikayla stopped shaking her and turned away. She shook her head.

After a few more seconds of Lillian staring at Tyler and her friends watching her, Mikayla once more broke the silence. “Lilly, dear, we can’t love a hockey player, because they won’t be able to commit.”

Lillian finally turned from her fantasy daydream and gazed at them. “That’s not true, Mikayla. Getzlaf made it possible, now he has his son on our team...and how can he POSSIBLY have his own flesh and blood on the team without MATING?”

“But Getzy’s wife is a supermodel, not a fangirl with a dream!” Mikayla snapped. “Stop daydreaming about something that will NEVER happen!”

“Or can it?” Sydney put forth, slyly.

“What do you have in mind, Sydney?” Lillian inquired, her eyes widening and sparkling and her grin expanding.

“Given that Lilly likes this Tyler Marchand prospect, I say we make her wishes come true.”

“And how’s that?” Mikayla questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

“What if we kidnap him?”

“Kidnap him?” Lillian squeaked.

“Kidnap him?” Mikayla echoed, raising an eyebrow and slowly smirking. “I like your thinking process, Sydney!”

“But we can’t kidnap him!” Lillian insisted, trying her arms down to her side. She frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“And why not? You’re the one who wants him so badly!” Mikayla snapped, sticking her face toward her young friend. Their noses lightly touched tips.

“Because kidnapping is illegal and I don’t want him to hate me!”

“He won’t hate you if you aren’t the one kidnapping him, Lillian. Beside you couldn’t succeed in it!”

“Could to!”

“Then show us! Kidnap him with us. We’ll let him go, eventually, but come on. Think about it, you can have him for, let’s say no more than a month!”

“But he plays hockey!”

“So…” Mikayla rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want him…”

“No, I want him! I want to make sweet, sweet love to him and touch his muscular body and kiss his lips and--”

“Okay, alright! That’s enough.” Mikayla faked a throwing up look, pointing a finger to her mouth.

“Let’s do it then! Ladies, let’s kidnap a hockey player! Let’s kidnap Tyler Marchand!”

“Yeah!” Lillian cried. She turned on her heels and mustered an evil look, as the trio glanced down at the ice and saw Tyler skate back over to his teammates. They watched as Tyler Marchand was patted on the head, back and slapped on the ass by his teammates.