Ex Ice Skaters in Love - Ken Wu x reader

Chapter 8 - Italy and Shopping

3rd person POV:

It had been all team USA tonight.  They lead Italy six to nothing.  They've really dominated this game.

Italy with the puck, across the line.  D'Agistino shoots, glove save by Goldberg.

"Have no fear, Goldberg is here!" Goldberg cheered for himself.

"Hey, man, there was nothing on that. How about a real shot? Hey, paisan, meatballs are slowing you down? Uh, how do you say, in Italiano, "wussy"?" Goldberg teased the Italian player who made the shot.  The player went to shove Goldberg and start a fight, luckily a referee broke them up. 

"Goldberg!" Coach Bombay yelled out to his goalie in exasperation.

"What I say?" Goldberg asks with fake innocence.

An Italian player gets the puck and starts going towards the goal, two USA players come and check the player into the boards.  Kenny gets the puck and passes it to Fulton.  Fulton lines up for a slapshot and shoots the puck in, scoring another goal for team USA.  The game continues with team USA destroying Italy, 11-0.

Y/N POV:

After the game against Italy, Goldberg, Jesse, Dwayne, my brother, and I decided to go explore Beverly Hills.  We invited the others to come, but Julie wanted to talk to Coach, Charlie and Adam were hanging out, Dean and Fulton dragged Kenny with them and were doing who knows what, Luis was on his 3rd date of the week, and Connie and Guy went to get ice cream.

"This doesn't look like no Rodeo Drive to me," Dwayne commented as we crossed the street.

"No, that's Ro-day-o Drive," I corrected him.

"You can't fool me Spini, I know what the sign said," Dwayne insists.

"See there is an accent er- never mind," my brother begins to correct again, but gives up.

"I don't get it, if this is Beverly Hills, where's all the hills?" Jesse questions, very confused.  I snickered at the guys' stupidity.

"Where's that 90210 school? What about the Hillbillies?" Goldberg asks.

"Where are all the movie stars?" Jesse asks, continuing to point things out.

"Wasn't that the captain from the love boat?" my brother asks, pointing behind him.

"I'm pretty sure that was an old lady," I tell my brother.

"Hey guys, let's go check out these stores," Jesse says, pointing to the building we walked past.

"Great, I gotta buy my mom a t-shirt. She'll love it!" Goldberg informs us.  We walk up to a store and attempt to open the door.  As Jesse pulls on the door, my brother suggests they aren't open.

"Hey look, there's a doorbell right here," Goldberg says as he pushes the button.

"I'm sorry, but we do not allow unsupervised children into the store," a male voice says from the speaker box.

"Well, can't you make an exception?" Goldberg asks, stupidly.

"No, now go away or the police will be called," the voice says again.  We walk away from the store feeling fairly dejected.

"If we were in Texas, this never would have happened," Dwayne says as he leans up against a random car.  I was about to say something before the car alarm went off and we all quickly ran down the block.  My brother and I came up with an idea to mess around with the store speaker boxes.

"Yes, hello?" a different voice calls from the new speaker box we pressed on.

"Hello, yes we would like five burgers, five fries, and ..." my brother starts, trying to contain his laughs.

"Oh, what do you guys want to drink?" I ask.

"YOU KIDS GET OUT OF HERE!" the voice yells from the speaker as we all start laughing and high-fiving.  We walk away as Goldberg forms a plan to get us inside one of the stores.  We approach a store called "Les Habitudes" and stop in front of the speaker box.

"I'm sorry we do not allow any unsupervised -" a lady started as Goldberg cut her off.

"I'm sure Uncle Aaron will be very upset to hear we were treated with such disrespect," Goldberg informs her as well all stand there smugly.  I only agreed to this plan because I made a bet with Dwayne that Goldberg would be the one to mess it up, while Dwayne bet my brother would mess it up.

"Aaron? Aaron Spelling?" the lady questioned.

"No, Hank Aaron," Goldberg remarked sarcastically, "Of course Aaron Spelling."  The lady immediately allowed us inside as we were met by a consultant.

"Now, I want you to make yourselves comfortable. Carole, beverages," our consultant said as she ushered Goldberg over to a bench to sit, "And I will be with you in just a moment."  We each grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat down.  We all clinked our glasses in cheers and took a sip of orange juice.  An old lady looked over at us and saw Dwayne's USA Hockey jacket.

"I know you all, you're-" the lady began to say.

"Aaron Spelling's nephew," Goldberg nervously interrupted.  The rest of the boys looked nervous but I just smirked and sipped some more juice.

"No, you're team USA Hockey," the lady finishes, pointing at us.

"You guys are great!" another lady who was standing by the first compliments.

"Thanks," we all say, me truthfully, the boys with a bit of fear in their voices.  The consultant comes back and begins to ask some questions.

"Now, a gift for your mother. You'll want something light, airy. It is summer, after all. I'm going to show you my private collection," the lady says as a few models come out in what I assume is her private collection.  The boys start drooling over the models, while I look at the actual clothes.  I thought they were much too fancy for my taste.  I guess I don't have much room to talk considering I am wearing jeans and a windbreaker currently, but still.  Goldberg continues telling the lady that isn't what he was looking for, just to keep the models around.  After we had seen the whole collection, I could tell we were going to get kicked out soon.

"Well young man, did you see anything you liked?" the lady asked Goldberg.

"You know, I gotta be honest.  My mom really needs a bikini," Goldberg says.  I facepalm and take a final sip of my orange juice.  The lady grabs my brother and Goldberg by the ears and storms them towards the entrance.  Dwayne and Jesse quickly follow as I say goodbye to the ladies from before. 

"YOU LITTLE BRATS DON'T EVER COME BACK INTO THIS STORE!" the lady yells, shoving us outside.  My brother and Goldberg started saying how it was "rude" and "no way to treat children"  I looked at Dwayne with a smug smirk and stuck out my hand.  He handed me a five-dollar bill.  I grabbed the bill and pulled it taunt a few times, and then sniffed it, all just to rub it in his face.  Hey, I will take any victory I can get, and betting on my idiot brother and friends, leads to lots of victories.