imagines || tmd

j.g. ~ stop trying

D2
Locker room, L.A.
Friday, 1994
03:09 p.m.

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"Man, I hate press conferences."

"Why? I think it's fun." Said Julie. "I don't know, I hate being asked questions. Especially right now where the paparazzi is always near me and I never see one near you guys." I said.

"Didn't you forget you were famous as a child?" She said. "Right... Well, that was long ago! It should be forgotten by now. All I did was play as a cute baby in a soap opera that for some reason, everyone adored." I said.

"And they're still adoring you. Why aren't you happy with it?" She asks. "I just want some alone time. I think imma be staying in after the game, for the whole day." I said.

"But you said we'd go out tonight!" "Sorry. You and Connie could go without me. You'll be fine." I said.

We went on the stage and coach stood in front of the mic.

Everyone was asking questions until some big guy named Stansson showed up. He lead the Iceland team.

"Oh god, this Olympic game will be a whole civil war. Iceland vs USA, 1994. The civil hockey war." I said.

"Stop overreacting. They might be big guys but, nothing but a little seducing might help..." She said. "I like your ways, missy."

After the small conference, we were about to start our first game.

"Whew, gettin' a little nervous right now." I said. "Don't worry, we'll get em." Said Julie.

"Man, everything you say to calm me down, always works." I said with a smile.

She grinned and nudged me, "Stop it..." She said, slightly blushing.

"Stop what?" I asked, innocently. "Stop trying to get me to like you." She said. "Why not? I love trying."

"You don't have to..." She said. "Cause I already do."

I grinned and shook my head.

"Stop giving butterflies before the game, you're gonna make me focus on you instead of the game."

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I gotta write sumn sad. Lemme think