Bash Babe|| bash bros fanfic

Recruitment

[Y/n's POV]

I woke up early May 15, 1994. I woke up around around 8:30- 9ish. I got up and got some breakfast. I sat down at the bar on a stool off the side of our kitchen and my mom put some eggs and bacon in front of me.

Y/m: good morning sweetie

Y/n: morning mom

Y/m: hey, I have something for you, something came in the mail.

She handed me an envelope.

Y/n: Hendrixs hockey apparel?

Y/m: oh, read it

Y/n: Y/n, on behalf of Hendrix hockey apparel we would like to inform you that you have been selected to join The ducks a team in Minnesota along with a few other players from around the country to represent...... team USA in the Junior Goodwill games in Los, Angeles California!!!!

Y/m: oh my gosh!!!

Y/n: your ticket will be in this envelope for your flight 2 days from now on May 17. We hope to see you there. There will be a driver I Minnesota for you from the airport so you can meet your team before you are privately flown to LA in. Hendrix hockey jet!!!

Y/m: what are you waiting for kiddo?!? Go pack!!!

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[May 17, 1994]
[6:30am]

I woke up this morning excited yet tired. I was nervous because well I'm going to the Goodwill game representing all of the US. Most of the time to new people I come off as mean or scary because defense is my specialty, and I am VERY overprotective of my teammates. No. Matter. What. I grab my bags and my ticket, say by to my mom and get a taxi to the airport. My flight leaves at 8:00. So I have to be boarded by 7:30. Team USA, here comes one of the best, toughest, and most ruthless defenseman you may ever see.
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[10:00am]
[Minneapolis, Minnesota]

I'm finally off the plane and I go grab my bags. I see 2 people holding a sign that says "Y/n Miller". I walk over and see what's up.

???: y/n?

Y/n: who's asking?

???: Don Tibbles, Hendrix hockey apparel, here to deliver you to the ducks rink.

Y/n: alright

We go to our limo and they take my things and put them in the trunk, except my hockey bag. Finally we arrive. I grab my bag and am led to the lockeroom where I put on my gear. I walk to the edge of the rink where I meet what is the other team members from around the country, with the ducks on the ice with there coach. We waiting from our signal from tibbles to go on the ice. I walk up and stop next to this tall muscular gay with black hair and a black bandana. He tore off his sleeves of his jersey and was look out to the ice until I walked up next to him.

???: Im dean and you are?

Y/n: Y/n, Y/n Miller.

Dean: Dean Portman, best defenseman in Chicago

Y/n: is that so hotshot?

Dean: yeah. It is. What do you do? Babe.

Y/n: first of all it's y/n and I'm the best defenseman in all off Pennsylvania, specifically Pittsburgh.

Dean: ooo a little firecracker you are

I decided to ignore him. We got our signal and all skated on to the ice.