Fake It Till You Make It || Tom Wilson

Chapter 6 - The Best Birthday Present

Kasey's POV
The Capitals beat the New Jersey Devils, but then lost to the Florida Panthers. Tom joked that the reason they lost was because he wasn't playing.

It is Saturday now and Tom and I are going to my brother's birthday party. As my brother's birthday gift, I asked Ovechkin to sign a jersey for me. Ovi signed it willingly and even wrote a little birthday note for my brother on a hockey puck too.

My brother loves hockey and I know that just meeting Tom would be a great birthday gift in itself for my brother, but I thought he'd love the jersey and puck from Ovi too. It's something he can keep forever.

Tom offered to drive, but I insist on driving since he doesn't know where my parents live.

My parents live in the suburb part of D. C. in a decently sized light gray house. I've lived in that house my whole life.

On our way to my parents house, I tell Tom some of the basics about my family.

"My dad is the biggest Washington Capitals fan ever and he might start freaking out when he sees you," I explain. Tom shrugs.

"Makes sense," he mutters. I laugh.

"Yeah. Anyways, I have three brothers. One older and two younger. They all played hockey in school and my youngest brother, the one who's party we're going to, is still playing in high school. He actually hopes to play hockey in college next year too,"

"I like your family already," Tom says with a smirk.

"I figured you would," I say. Tom nods.

"What about your mom?" He asks. I smile.

"My mom is the ultimate sports mom. She came to our games whenever she could and drove us to all our practices. She's a bit of a helicopter mom too," I explain. Tom smiles.

"Thanks for telling me about your family before we get there. At least I'll know what to expect,"

"You're welcome," I say with a smile. I pull up to the curb and put the Jeep in park before shutting it off.

I take my brother's gift from Tom so he can grab his crutches. He still has to use the crutches, but he always argues with me that he doesn't need them.

As we get out of the Jeep, my mom opens the door for us and gives me a hug as we walk in.

"Hi, honey, it's good to see you." My mom says with a smile. Then she looks over at Tom and her smile becomes broader. "Tom Wilson, it's nice to meet you."

My mom gives Tom a hug which he kindly returns, a smile on his face. My mom pulls away from Tom and looks at both of us.

"Everyone else is in basement watching a college hockey game. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to see the both of you," my mom explains.

I take Tom's hand and we go downstairs to the basement. I can already hear my dad yelling at the tv as usual.

When we are downstairs, my dad turns around and his anger towards someone on the tv changes to happiness when he sees Tom and I.

"Kasey, how are you?" My dad says with a smile. I kiss my dad on the cheek as I pull away from him.

"I'm good, dad." I say with a smile.

"That's good, honey." My dad replies. My dad then turns his attention to Tom and shakes his hand. "And how are you, Tom? I saw that you're on the bench right now after that nasty fall during the Bruins game,"

"I'm good, sir. I'm a little banged up, but I'm sure I'll back to feeling brand new in just a few weeks thanks to Kasey here." Tom replies with a smile. My dad nods.