imagines || tmd

team ~ accent

D2
Rink, L.A.
Monday, 1996
08:32 a.m.

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"What wrong with it?"

"It's so different, but it's cool." Said Fulton. "What? No it's not. It's just talking in the English language normally." I said.

"Maybe to you it's normal, but to us, it's weirdly cool." Said Guy.

"Fascinating, really." Said Averman. "So what I'm from New York and I've got an accent? Forget about it." I said.

The entire team is absolutely amazed and in love with my New York accent. To me, it's actually not as heavy as my father's but to them, they thinke very New Yorker talks like me.

"You sound like Robert De Niro." Said Luis. "Please, the guy's got a heavier accent than I do."

"I really like your accent." Said Ken. "Thanks kid but I'm pretty sure everybody's got a thing with my accent. If you guys ain't gon' shut up about my accent, I'm gonna throw you out the fuckin' window like Luciano did to Faranzano." I said.

They looked at me confused besides Connie.

"Oh yeah, Mobsters, right?" She said. "Finally! Someone with great taste!" I said.

"Put on your fuckin' gear. We got a game to win." I said. "Geez, you're even scarier when your scary with the accent." Said Goldie.

I pretend to lift my fist to punch him, making him flinch.

I scoff, "And you're a goalie? Unbelievable." I said and put on my jersey.

We waited for coach to come but we couldn't see the man anywhere.

"Hey, where's Captain blood, hah? Busy modelling or somethin?" I said, looking around the stadium. Then, Miss McKay asked us, "Where's Coach Bombay?"

"You tell us." Said Luis. Then the referee came up to us, telling us if we don't have our coach, we can't play.

"Hey, I didn't wake up early as f-" then Jesse nudged me before I finished. I look at him and sigh.

"I didn't wake up so today early just so I couldn't play the game." I said, minding my language.

"Rules are rules." He said. "Oh you motha' fu-" I said, about to attack him but Dean and Fulton held me back.

"We've got one." Said Charlie. We all look at him confused. He skates to McKay and talks to her for a short while.

"Uh sir, this is our coach." He said and the referee looked at her. "Coach McKay."

Then she leaned over the glass. "Well, what are you waiting for? The ice to freeze? Let's play!" She said and we all smiled. Finally, he let us play and we all went to our positions. I was benched and so was Charlie.

"Nice idea, kid." I said. "Thanks. Let's just hope nothing really bad happens." He said.

"There better not be. I ain't up for that. And, you might wanna help her out here, she looks a bit confused." I said. He looks back at her.

"You're right. Oh, and I finally knew who you remind me of." He said.

"Tony Soprano!"

I nudged him kinda hard, he almost fell over.

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I want a New York accent. But the cool ones.

Like them mafia guys