Canadian, Please! (A red velvet pancakes fic)

Chapter Six

Matthew, Matt, and Natalia walked briskly down the city of Toronto's streets. They had been seperated into groups of three, so it wasn't their choice she was with them.

The cool air tickled their cheeks as the explored the city. They turned onto Front Street West and looked up. There it was, the CN Tower.

Matt held open the door for his two tag-alongs and they walked inside. There was an elevator and stairs, they chose the elevator.

Matthew squeaked as he walked into it. Matt looked down. "You... Okay..?" He asked. Matthew nodded. "Y-yeah, I don't like elevators too much though." He looked down. "Better than the stairs I guess," he said with a small laugh.

Natalia pushed the large black button that took them up to the viewing floor. Matthew shook in the corner, clutching onto the rail.

Matt grabbed Matthews hand without thinking. The small teen's face turned bright red, but her didn't fight it. There was a ding and the doors opened.

Matthew let go of Matt's hands reluctantly and walked forward. They were in a walkway that stretched all around the large base of the building. There were murals on the walls and large fiberglass panels on the bottom of the floor in a few places.

Natalia walked on them easily; she walked over to a bench and sat down. She pulled out her phone and flicked through it out of boredom, occasionally taking photos. Matthew inched closer and closer to the thick glass floor.

He took a small step and put himself onto it. He gasped as he saw how far down the ground was. He felt sick and stumbled back, into Matt.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean too!," he mumbled. "I just-"

"It's okay." Matt said and rubbed the smaller boy's hair. This caused Matthew's cheeks to tint red.

Matt walked over to the glass and looked down. He stood their for a few moments, then jumped. Matthew mouth gaped open and his heart stopped.

But Matt just landed with a small thump, causing Matthew to let out a long breath of relief.

The view was absolutely amazing. They could see the entire city and beyond.

Natalia stood up and sauntered over to them. "Can we go now," she asked, "I'm really bored."

The two boys looked at each other and nodded slightly. The took the elevator ride down again and exited the large tower.

Next thing they planned to visit was the hockey hall of fame. The outside of the building looked rather gothic, like a church, except for a small hockey statue on the outside.

After buying tickets, the group were handed a pamphlet full of different parts of the museum and stuff like that.

Matthew excitedly led the other two to a section which had all sorts of team jerseys, and basically told people all about the history of hockey gear. Matt nearly laughed when he saw how ridiculous yet cute Mattie was in a uniform.

They wandered over to a large area with interactive games. To impress Matthew, Matt grabbed a stick and played one of them, which involved shooting a puck at an interactive goalie.

He concentrated hard. He pulled the hockey stick back slightly and slapshotted it towards the screen. The goalie managed somehow to block it.

It was Matthew's turn. Like the other boy, he lost too. Natalia put down her phone.

"Can I try?" She said with a sly smile.

She took a left-handed stick from the rack and positioned herself. The puck flew rapidly at the top corner of the fake-net, barely missing the glove of the goalie.

Matthew was astounded.

"H-how did you do that?"

"Just because I don't look the part, doesn't mean I still can't do it."

The group looked around for a while, and they found the trophy room. It held the legendary Stanley Cup- the most awesome award a hockey team could ever get.

Matt, Matthew, and surprisingly Natalia all raced over to see it in real life. It was amazing, it had all the teams who had won in the last ten years engraved on it.

They weren't, however, allowed to touch it, and there was a security officer in the room to make sure of it. Natalia snapped a quick selfie and checked the time.

"It's almost three.."

"Shit," Matt groaned as he remembered the game started at three-thirty. An angry mother glared at them as she covered her son's ears.

They rushed quickly out the building and into the cold Toronto streets, getting ready to see the legendary Maple-Leafs play.

((A/N IM SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED YOU GUYS CAN SPRAY ME WITH COLD WATER. Anyways, I've actually been to all these places, they are pretty cool!))