The day after the game, Charlie and I decided to sleep most of the day to get our energy back from the game last night. When I woke up, I was awoken by something being thrown at our bedroom window. Groaning, my back cracked as I started moving from my stomach sleeping position. Glancing over at Charlie's alarm clock, it read '1:33 pm'. Then another thing got thrown at our window. Looking over, I noticed that snowballs were being chucked at the window.

I slowly walked over, yawning, then looking at Charlie with his body all sprawled out on his bed, laying on his stomach, his one arm hanging over his bed. When I looked out the window, Coach Bombay was about to chuck another snowball at our window when he smiled.

Smiling, I opened the window, "Coach, what are ya doing?" I yelled down to Coach standing on the sidewalk.

"Come on! Let's go get the other Ducks! I gotta surprise for everyone!"

Behind me, I heard Charlie stirring in his sleep, "Mhmm, who's that?" Charlie groaned as he rubbed his eyes and walked over to the window in his pajamas.

"Hey, Charlie!" Coach waved.

Charlie let out a yawn, "Hey Coach, what are ya doing here?"

"Go get dressed, get your pads, skates, and stick, and some money! I got a surprise for everyone!" He smiled.

"K, Coach, we'll be down in a minute." Charlie scratched his head before walking over to his closet. I closed the window and went over to my closet to pick out an outfit.

Charlie went into the bathroom to fix his hair while I threw on some black jeans, a checkered shirt, a red zip-up sweatshirt, and my black high top Converse. Charlie walked out of the bathroom and we traded places. I went into the bathroom to brush my hair, teeth, and put on a little bit of mascara before stepping out of the bathroom. Charlie had already gotten dressed, "Hey, I got us both a good amount of money."

"How much?" Walking over to Charlie, while zipping up the jacket halfway.

"40 each." He counted the cash in his hands.

My eyes went wide, "That's 80 bucks, Charlie!"

"K, so, I don't have the slightest of clue where the hell we're going. Might as well be prepared." Charlie whispered.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my coat and hat off of my bed, Charlie did the same and grabbed his apartment keys before shoving them in his pocket, grabbing his old hockey gear and throwing it in his old bag.

The two of us then walked down to Coach Bombay who smiled, "Alrighty, let's go round up the other Ducks." Smiling, clapping his hands together, we all got in the van.

Kindly, I greeted Lewis, who drove the van, when we got in. Charlie and I sat in the back of the van as we went from house to house picking up each one of the Ducks.

We had almost every Duck in the van. It was noisy and crowded. We were driving around the rich part of Minneapolis, Edina, and Lewis kept looking up and down from the paper in his hands to the road. Making my way up to the front of the van, I tapped Coach on the shoulder, "Hey who's house are we lookin' for? We sure as heck not in the right neighborhood."

Coach turned his head to look at me, "We have to get Adam, Vicki. He's a Duck too, remember?"

"Right," I nodded, then looked away. I was embarrassed that I forgot about Banks. "I completely forgot," I mumbled before sitting on the floor of the van by the center console. I propped my arm against the console and let my head rest in my hand.

After a few minutes of driving, the van started slowing down, then we went over a bump, like a bump going up to a driveway, then the chatter in the van went silent and only whispers could be heard.

"Where are we?" I groaned, then picked myself up to look out the window.

We were parked in the driveway of a big old brick house with grey window frames and a grey roof, a matching garage sat unattached next to the house in front of us. A small hill helped pave the way from the sidewalk to the small staircase leading up to the front door.

Our mouthes all hung open at the stunning house. Connie and I then slowly turned our heads to exchange our similar expressions.

"This house," Connie started. "This house is something like out a fairytale."

"Ya, you're telling me, Banks lives here, it's probably already a dream." Mumbling to Connie, I just stared at the big picture of the house.

Coach then got out of the van, walked across the grass, and went up to the front door, "Roll down the window Guy!" I whined. "I wanna hear what he says!"

"Nosy Nancy." Guy scoffed and rolled down the window.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Banks." Coach shook hands with someone, presumed to be Banks's mother, but the wall had covered who Coach was shaking hands with.

"Yes, you must be Coach Bombay." Her voice sounded a little bit stuffed up form what I heard.

"Ya, if it's alright, I have a surprise for the whole team and I'm going around picking up the kids." Coach gestured to the van.

"Of course!" I could hear Mrs. Banks smiling by the way she was talking. "What time will he be back by?"

"Probably 9 or 10." Coach scratched the back of his head while nodding.

"Sounds good-" Mrs. Banks was cut off by Coach.

"Oh! Adam will need some pads, his skates, a hockey stick, and some money." Coach added.

"Alright, how much?"

Coach scratched the back of his neck again, "Maybe 20, 30 bucks."

"Sounds good. Adam! Coach Bombay is here! Get your hockey pads, skates, and stick!" Mrs. Banks yelled out loud.

"I'll be waiting outside, again lovely to meet you and your house is beautiful." Coach once again smiled and shook Mrs. Banks's hand.

"Yes, and thank you." Coach turned around, then I heard the front door close as Coach walked over to the van, he opened the back seat door.

Connie sat on the seat with her feet dangling out while I sat on the floor with my feet touching the ground, "Thank you for listening." Coach said sarcastically while folding his arms and leaning against the van.

"Your welcome, Coach." Connie smiled at Coach.

Looking up at the house, I heard a window start to open, Banks poked his head out of one of the second-floor windows, "Hey Banks!" Connie waved. Then everyone started cramming themselves into the open space to say 'hi' to Banks.

"Hey, guys! I'll be down in a second!" He yelled down to Coach who gave him a thumbs-up before closing the window. After waiting for a few minutes, the side door near the garage opened, Adam stepped outside with his hockey bag over his shoulder and his hockey stick in his hand as he kissed his mother goodbye before running over to us.

" 'Bout time ya showed up." I teased, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Ya, ya, ya, move over." He shooed me out of the way so he could get into the van, everyone moved in the van so Banks was by the window and Connie and I were next to each other with me squashed in the middle.

In the van, everyone was having they're own conversations, Connie, Banks, and I was talking about NHL Hockey.

"But seriously though," Connie laughed after hearing one of my hockey jokes. "I heard that The Stars are moving to Dallas."

"Seriously?" Banks' face scrunched from disgust.

"That's the biggest bunch of bull ever! I mean why move The Stars to Dallas when they're Minnesota's team?" Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. "I mean, I don't know much about other hockey teams except The Red Wings but-" I raised my hands up in the air.

"Wait, you don't know about other NHL teams?" Connie raised her brow.

I rubbed the back of my neck with a nervous smile, "Ya, I've only been to Red Wings games and routed for them almost my entire life, I really don't know too much about The Stars."

"Well, I'm gonna give you a Minnesota hockey education." Banks chuckled while staring out the window, then turning.

There was a brief moment of silence before I spoke again, "Is it true that Minnesota is the State of Hockey?" I asked Connie and Banks.

"Well, hockey was made up in Canada but I definitely think that we're the state of hockey," Connie replied.

"They say Pennsylvania is the State of Hockey but the real State of Hockey is Minnesota," Banks looked at me. "For some people, hockey is life." Banks then turned to look out the window.

"Like yours?" My voice was soft and sincere, I stared at Banks.

Banks turned his head and looked at me. His blue orbs pierced through my sea-colored orbs, "Ya, like mine. My whole life revolves around hockey and only hockey alone."

The two of us stared at each other for a minute before Connie said something, "Hello? Earth to Coach and Banks?" She waved her hand in front of our faces.

"Ya, sorry!" My mind snapped out from its own world.

The three of us were quiet for a good amount of time. Banks had his head against the window as he looked at the city around the van, I looked out the windshield of the van while Connie had passed out resting against the seatbelt. The van pulled into a large parking lot.

"Where are we?" I asked Banks.

"We're in St. Paul. My birth town." Guy poked his head in between ours from the row behind us.

Coach unbuckled his seatbelt and turned around, "K, Ducks! We're here!"

"Where exactly is here?" Jesse asked from one of the rows in the back.

"You'll find out." Coach nodded and got out of the van.

Looking at each other in confusion, we did as were told, getting out of the van with our hockey gear. I shoved my hands in my pockets, walking with Charlie and Coach in the front, leading the team into the giant building. While walking inside the double doors, I stopped when I noticed a sign.

"Home of The Minnesota North Stars" I mumbled, as a smile grew on my face.

"Vic!" Charlie called from down the hallway. "Come on!" He waved his hand, I came running up to him.

The two of us pushed through the team as we walked down a dark corridor and the light at the end grew larger and larger. Then skates could be heard, the sticks slapping on the ice.

We stepped into the North Stars rink, "Woah." Charlie looked around.

"This is so cool!" Connie whispered from behind.

"Hey! Look it's Mike Modano!" Banks whispered. I could just see him smiling from behind me.

"Coach," Charlie looked over at Coach. "What are we doing here?"

"Oh, it's just a little playoffs present." He smiled while his hands on his hips, looking at the players on the ice.

Then a whistle blew on the ice and all the players skated towards us. We parted to the left to clear a path for them. The team was tiny compared to these guys.

"Hey, Gordo!" One of the players called out.

"Gordon Bombay, right?" Another asked. The two hockey players stopped in front of us.

"Sure! From PeeWees," He elbowed the guy next to him. "This guy used to rule at PeeWees."

"Oh, yeah?" The other guy raised his brow. "I heard you became a farmer."

Coach chuckled at the insult, the hockey player who said it must have not known it insulted him, "Actually, I became a lawyer and I'm coaching PeeWees now," He smiled at turned to us. "Ducks, this is Basil McRae and Mike Modano."

"Well, we can see that," Jesse replied while everyone was in a no brained situation.

Raising my hand, "I actually didn't know that." The team looked at me like I was insane as I slowly dropped my arm down.

The two hockey players looked down at me with shocked faces, "You must be Vic." Basil McRae looked down at me.

"Yes sir." I smiled, giving him a curt nod of my head.

"We've heard a lot about you, Vic." Mike Modano added.

"When they said in the Hockey Journal that the Ducks had a 13-year-old Junior Assistant Coach, I thought they were joking, now I definitely know they aren't." Basil McRae nodded at Modano.

"Well, Vic has been a real breath of fresh air for me and the team." Coach wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I can imagine," Modano added.

"Seriously though Ducks, this guy is amazing. He knows what he's talking about," McRae looked at the team. "If you ever wanna shot, I'll give you a tryout for the minor league clubs." McRae looked at Coach.

"Thanks." Coach smiled before looking at Charlie and then looking at me.

"If you don't mind, we'd love to talk to Vic, if that's alright?" McRae asked Coach.

"Ya, I'm sure she'd enjoy that."

Chuckling, "I really would!" Then I smiled.

"Hey Gordon, it's nice seeing ya."

"Take it easy." Modano gave him a curt nod before I walked away with the two NHL hockey players, leaving Coach and the team behind. They took me to the NHL player's lounge.

"Vic, from what I saw from the Hockey Journal, your a fierce fiery person, but behind that you," He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I saw the pain."

My mouth released a deep exhale while turning to walk away, "Your exactly right Mr. McRae."

"Kid, I understand," Modano started. "An injury can be hard to co-"

I cut off Mr. Modano, "No it's not an injury." I frowned.

"Death," McRae answered.

"Ya."

"Someone who mentored you, taught you?" McRae asked.

"My dad," I sniffed. "My dad played hockey. It was the week of Christmas and he was on his way to a game in a blizzard. The oncoming car killed him on impact."

"I lost my father when I was young too. He was everything to me. He helped inspire me to play hockey in the first place." Modano replied.

"It's a shame he never got to see me, but yet again, I think he would be disappointed with me." I sat down on a nearby bench, not facing the two NHL players.

"How come kid?" Modano asked.

"Back at my old house, in Michigan, we had a pond in our backyard. My dad would always go out there to skate. When I was a toddler, he would take me out to the pond and try to teach me how to skate. For 7 years he tried to teach me how to skate and I failed every single time." I winced.

"Which explains why no one has ever seen you skate," McRae started, then paused. "You can't skate."

The two then walked over to me, kneeling down in front of me, "My dad always used to say that if you can play hockey in your head and in your heart then you can play on the ice. He always thought I played more with my head than my heart. Even after he died, I tried to learn. I got private lessons but it never worked. Mom tried to teach me how to rollerblade and roller skate but that never worked either."

McRae sighed, "Kid, lemme tell you something," He started. "Hockey isn't something you play, it's something you feel, in here." He placed his hand on his chest above his heart. "It's a feeling, kid."

"Your chance will come," Modano added.

"It probably won't for a while." I sighed.

"It will come, don't worry kid. Ya just gotta wait." McRae patted my back.

The three of us stayed in an airy silence before I got an idea, "Do you two mind if I get your photos an autographs?" I exchanged looks with the two.

"Sure kid! Anything for Bombay's Junior Assistant Coach!" Modano got up and grabbed a Polaroid camera nearby.

McRae was the first to get his picture with me, he wrapped his hand around my shoulder as we held two thumbs up, "Say Ducks!" Modano held the camera up to his eye.

"Ducks!" We said in unison, smiling.

The camera then spits out a black and white picture, Modano bent down to pick it up, then grabbed a nearby Sharpie, giving it to McRae who signed his name on the picture border. Then the two swapped positions and Modano signed the picture, then giving them to me.

Smiling, I looked down at the photos, "Mind if we get one together?"

"Not at all!" McRae smiled. Modano then put the Polaroid on a table nearby and set the timer for 5 seconds.

"Ducks!" Smiling in unison, then the camera snapped the picture and spit out a picture. The two also signed the photo before giving it to me.

"Thanks, guys! This is amazing!" I smiled, looking down at the together picture.

"No problem, just go and have fun, Vic." Modano patted my back.

Before taking off back to the team, I turned around, "Take care!" Waving to the two NHL players.

"Same to you too!" They said in unison before I ran back on to the ice.

The team was playing around with their sticks when I came back on to the ice, then Connie noticed me behind the glass, "Vic!" She waved and smiled. Then everyone turned and noticed me.

"You were gone long enough!" Fulton joked as he skated towards me with Connie, Guy, Charlie, and Banks behind him. Opening the gate, I stepped out with my three pictures.

Charlie stopped, making the ice in front of me get shaved, "What happened?"

"I got three signed pictures of Basil McRae and Mike Modano." Holding up the pictures in a fan position, I turned them around to show them.

"Shut the front door!" Charlie snatched the middle one with all three of us in the picture.

Connie, Guy, Fulton, and Banks looked over Charlie, examining the picture, "That is so cool! Your literally so lucky, Coach." Guy whined, looking back at me.

"Sorry!" Raising my hands up in surrender. "The Hockey Journal loves me apparently." Charlie then gave me back the picture.

"Wish I could have went with you," Adam groaned. "I would have killed to meet Mike Modano."

"And McRae," Fulton added to Banks's comment.

"To be honest, they're really nice dudes and Mike Modano almost took me for Tom Cruise for a minute." I nodded my head and put my pictures in my jacket pocket.

"Well of course he did!" Charlie started. "You have Tom Cruise posters plastered on your side of our room!" Charlie chuckled, I slapped him in the shoulder, scowling, while Connie, Guy, Fulton, and Banks chuckled along.

"I can imagine," Connie smiled. "Come, come! We were just horse-playing!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the team.

Guy took Connie's hand and led her away when getting back to the team. I went over to the benches and jumped up on to the closest wall to watch everyone horse-play, which was very entertaining to watch. Lewis was in hockey pads and skates, sitting in a foldable chair being pushed by Connie, Guy, Jesse, Terry, and Charlie. I was laughing and clapping my hands when I almost fell over the side of the wall, when I caught myself with my hands, still laughing.

Then everyone started skating around the rink by the wall, when they passed the blue line, they would drop to their knees or drop to their stomachs, sliding all the way down to the end hitting the wall.

The second time around Fulton came skating up to me, "Come on Vicki! Get your hiney out here and some fun!"

"No Fulton! No, I know what we're gonna do!" I chuckled, while playfully scolding him, he skated up to me and scooped me right up.

"Nope! Your gonna have some fun with your bro!" Fulton skated with me in his arms little ways. "You might wanna get on my back so ya don't hurt yourself."

"Ok, right." I rolled my eyes playfully before hopping on his back.

I clung to his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his torso. Fulton and the other Ducks started skating around again.

"K, we're going down!" Fulton said before hitting the blue line and falling on his stomach. I screamed happily and giggled, then we hit the wall, making me get thrown off his back.

"Let's do that again!" I raised a finger in the air, struggling to get up off the ice.

Fulton the helped me up from the ice, then I got on his back again. The next time we went around Fulton, again, went on his stomach except he spun out of control with me screaming on his back like I was on a rollercoaster ride.

What only felt like a few minutes, Coach started calling us over, only to fall down on his ass, taking Lewis with him. The two cackled like hens making the scene even funnier.

"Coach!" I laughed while wheezing. "Are you ok?"

"Ya, I'm great!" He laughed while trying to pick himself up from the ice. "But everyone gather around!" We all went to gather around Coach. "We gotta get off the ice so the team can practice for tonight's game."

We all whined like little 5-year-olds, "Coach! Come on! It's only been a few minutes!" Averman whined.

Coach then looked at his watch, "It's actually been 3 hours," He paused dramatically. "But we've all been invited to watch tonight's game!"

Everyone then roared in excitement, "Seriously, Coach!?"

"Ya! No need for tickets, cause we're guests tonight!" He smiled.

Pumping my fist, "Yes!" I screamed out loud.

After the team got their gear off, Lewis brought the van around to have everyone put they're bags and sticks inside and get their money for tonight. Then we all watched the North Stars practice for a good hour before people started showing up for the game and the arena got jammed packed full of people. We had two rows of reserved seating in the middle up towards the top so we could all get a good view of the ice but not too far away that the puck disappeared from the sight of the human eye.

Before the game, we all got food at the concession stand. I got some unsweetened tea in a large cup with some popcorn which I shared with Fulton, Banks, and Jesse.

I had decided to give Coach and Charlie as well as Connie and Guy some alone time together, so I sat with Jesse, Fulton, and Banks. Banks at the end of our reserved seats, Fulton next to him, leaving me in the middle of Jesse and Fulton. The boys had gotten they're own separate food and drinks but I offered them to share some of my popcorn with them, which they said yes to.

During the game, half of the time Jesse, Fulton, or both of them would have to pull me back down into my seat due to my aggressive coaching skills and yelling. It made them half laugh and it made Banks die of laughter every time I would do it.

During the second period, I had the popcorn in the middle between my arm and Fulton's as we both reached out our hands in at the same time, not keeping our eyes off the ice since we didn't want to miss any action.

"Pass me the popcorn, Vicki!" Banks slapped Fulton in the arm which got my attention, Fulton then passed the popcorn down to him as we continued to watch the game.

It was 3-3, 3:47 left in the second period, the game on the ice was intense, then some of our team members shot up and started pointing to the screen on the Jumbotron saying 'Welcome Coach Gordon Bombay, Jr. Assist. Coach Victoria Reed and The Ducks!' When I realized our names were up there, we all shot up from our seats clapping and cheering.

Before the 3rd period started, there was a time out, so I looked around and saw Larson and McGill in they're Hawks jackets. Larson had slapped McGill in the arm, gesturing to Banks, who looked over. McGill held up his fingers like a gun and pretended to shoot him while smirking. Banks popped the collar of his jacket and tried to hide his face.

I turned to look at Jesse to tell him what had happened but he already saw what happened, then we both looked at Banks.

"Hey, Fulton! Come with me and Jesse to get more popcorn and drinks!" I yelled over the loud talking.

"Why, it's almost the beginning of the 3rd period?" He yelled back.

"Just come with us!" I emphasized. Jesse, Fulton, and I stood up with our drinks and the popcorn container. "Hey, Banks! Gimme your drink, we're gonna go fill up!"

Banks looked up from hiding his face, and gave us his cup of Coke, "Yup!" He nodded then went back to hiding his face. The three of us all went down to the concession stand, following McGill and Larson so we could confront them and also get more food. Funny enough, the two went to the stand we previously got food at and we were also right behind them.

Angrily walking up to them with my face beat red, I tapped McGill on the shoulder. When he turned around with Larson he smirked.

"What the hell was that all about ya fucking asshole!?" I blew up in his face.

"Damn Vic." Jesse fake coughed while smirking.

"Ya know for damn sure what that was all about." He retorted.

"You don't fucking point a fake gun at someone just because of they're fucked up address you dick." I snapped.

"Well, he deserves it!" Larson snapped.

"So help me God, Larson, I will have Fulton throw you in a trash can if you don't stop." My fists and jaw were clenched together.

"Oh, so that's why you brought the attack dog and the Oreo cracker with you? To confront us?"

"Yes, but mainly to also get more food so mind your own business asshole." I snapped.

"Try me, princess." McGill got right in my face that I opened the lid to my drink and splashed it in his face and I managed to soak Larson too.

"You bitch!" The two held they're arms out. McGill gave me the death glare before they waddled off with their arms out dripping with unsweetened tea.

"That was badass." Jesse chuckled.

"You're how old and you already know how to swear from where?" Fulton asked while a grin painted his face, his arms were still folded while holding the popcorn container and his large Sprite.

Chuckling, "It's called TV and adults." I moved up to the counter and asked for a refill on all of our drinks and popcorn. Before the three of us returned to our seats, Fulton asked if we could switch seats, so he could sit next to Jesse.

Banks looked at me in confusion as I sat in Fulton's seat, "Fulton wanted to switch seats." My eyes were fixated on the ice as I sipped my unsweetened tea.

Then I felt his eyes watching me, so I turned my head to my surprise to find him not watching me. When he turned to face me, I huffed, "Hey, I wondering Vic," He started. "If you wanted to have dinner with me and my family at my house after we beat the Hawks in the PeeWee Championship Game?" I was quite shocked by his question, that I stared at him with wide eyes.

I chuckled before looking at the floor in embarrassment and swiping a piece of loose hair away from my face, "Um, ya," I looked up to meet his blue orbs. "I'd like that." A grin painted my face.

"Well, um, I'll write my address down for you, do ya have a pen?" He asked while shaking his jacket pockets.

"Um, no, but I think I know someone who does," I nodded then turned around to see Coach and Charlie talking and watching the game. "Coach!" My yelling got the attention of him. "Do you have a pen?" Coach looked at me in a confused look before I realized he didn't hear me. "Do you have a pen?" I pretended to write something down on a piece of paper.

"Oh, ya!" Coach then realized I was asking for a pen and threw it to me from his seat in the 2nd row.

Luckily, I caught the pen and gave it to Banks who looked around for something to write on, "Here just use my hand." Balling my hand up into a light fist, I held it out to Banks.

He chuckled, "Thanks." He clicked the pen and took my hand in his so he could write on the top.

His hand flinched for a moment before it softened before he wrote his address on my hand. My cheeks turned crimson from the embarrassment and from the way Banks held my hand. He was a sweet boy in all honesty. He was just with a bunch of toxic people that made him into someone he wasn't.

When Banks returned the pen, I thanked him, then turned to Coach, thanking him for letting me use his pen before throwing it back, then going back to watching the game.

The game ended, the North Stars winning with everyone in the audience jumping up from excitement and cheering. Coach, Charlie, Banks, and I all did a little victory dance before we all flooded down to the gift shop to get memorabilia.

"Hey how about this one?" Charlie held up a leather North Stars baseball hat, throwing it on his head.

"It's perfect!" Rubbing his head with the hat on it he groaned.

"Vicki, don't mess with my hair!" He took off the hat to fix his hair.

"Well, I'm sorry Prince Charlie." I teased before going to look back at the North Stars sweaters.

Connie came running up to me, a grin painted on her face as she held a North Stars jersey in her hand, "Hey, the team is getting matching Stars jerseys!"

Chuckling, I turned around to grab a Stars jersey in a large, "Really? I was just about to ask everyone if they wanted to get matching jerseys." I looked around the shop to see if there was anything else I wanted to get.

"Hey! Vic!" Connie tapped my shoulder violently before I turned to face her pointing. "You should get one of those scarves!" She smiled as we ran over to the rack full of matching scarves.

Picking a scarf up from the rack, I flipped it around my neck like a supermodel, "I definitely should get a scarf." My voice was like a fancy butler voice as I curled my lips to mock one.

Connie and I almost half tipped over and died on the floor from laughter, "Oh hell ya!" She smiled before calming herself down. "Hey, I also wanted to ask, since I saw you and Banks taking and hitting it off, what happened?" She whispered leaning in close to me.

"He only asked me to have dinner with him and his family at his house! It wasn't anything that big." I whisper yelled.

"What!? You liar!" Connie playfully slapped my arm. "That's huge!" She then turned me to face her by my shoulders. "Are ya gonna go!?" Connie looked around the gift shop to check to see if Banks was around.

"Well duh!" I scoffed. Why do you think his address is on my hand?" Holding my up my hand to show Connie.

She then yanked my hand down to look at the address, "Wow, he has amazing handwriting!" Her gaze snapped between my hand and my eyes.

"Tell me 'bout it." I giggled and yanked my hand from her grasp.

"You have to call me an tell me everything!" She demanded.

"Well, why wouldn't I?" I scoffed.

Everyone made they're way to the register to pay for their things, then we all piled back into the van and drove home. Dropping everyone off at their houses.

When Banks was dropped off at his house, I sheepishly said goodbye to him before getting out with his gear and his North Stars jersey over his clothes. Butterflies flew around in my stomach when he smiled at me, my heart melted.