Zander Silva- A famous Hockey player, also the guy every girl wants. He has the looks, soft, dirty blonde hair, sharp jawline, 6'3, everything. Yet, there's something no one knows about him...
Andy Matthew- A boy that drowns himself with sleep. You...
"Come on!" My best friend ever since diapers pulls on my arm, telling me to get up. "Nooo!" I whine, covering my face with my blanket. "Gosh! Do you ever change?" She asks, sitting on my bed. I grinned, shaking my head. "Nope." I grabbed my glasses, siting up right.
Ezra fixed my hair, me blushing.
Now, you might be wondering what's going on. Well, here's this:
This morning, Ezra came knocking my door, telling me to ready for something. I didn't know what it was, so I declined, trying to go back to sleep, but the woman she is, she tried to get me out of my bed, which failed.
Then, she blasted loud music, telling me she'd turn it off if I got up. My neighbors got mad, shouting at her to turn it down. Everyone is frightened by them, so she turned it all the way off instead. When I said everyone, I did not mean me.
They'd always been nice to me.
Next, Ezra shook me and shook me, and when that didn't work, she got cold water, ready to throw it at me. I ran all around the house, telling her to put the bowl of water down. Once she knew I wasn't going to stop, she emptied it, rolling her eyes.
Finally, she just talked her butt off, telling me about memories I may have forgotten.
That leads to what's going on now.
"That-a-boy!" She cheered, pestering me into my bathroom. "Where're we going, exactly?" I asked, wetting my toothbrush.
"It's a surprise!" I pouted, brushing my teeth. "Still children toothpaste? What are you, ten?" Ezra laughed. "The adult toothpaste are spicy!!" I told her, spitting out the remains of whatever was in my mouth.
I finished what I usually did in the morning, changing to a cute outfit.
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"The gayness is showing," Ezra laughed, I laughed with her, pushing my glasses up.
"Anyways, we have to go!" She grabbed my hand, rushing me out of my house. She made to sure to lock the door behind her as she ran to her car. It was a big, black Jeep.
"Get it, get in!" I opened the door, getting inside quickly.
She started to drive as soon as I closed the door, making me glare at her. "What is your problem? Slow down!" I shouted at her, panic flowing in my body. "It'll be alright, Andy." I poured, slumping back in the seat.
"We're late! Shot!" I sent her a confused glance, furrowing my eyebrows. "For what?" I questioned. "The surprise!" She told me.
After that, we arrived.
"You did not..." I trailed off, looking at the big stadium. "I did." Ezra grinned. She got us tickets for her favorite hockey team, The Lightings. Silly name, I know.
Apparently, she mostly wanted to see the lead more than the actually game, but still wanted to see the game.
"Good! There's seats at the front!" She pointed to two seats. Oh, what a miracle....
We both sat down, watching the boys practice.
"Look! Look! Zander!" Ezra pointed to a boy making a practice shot, making it. I nodded, looking at everyone else, having their phones out, recoding it.
"Isn't he so hot?" I heard Ezra say from beside me. "I haven't really seen him yet," I smiled, letting out a chuckle. "You haven't?! Have I not raised you right?" she looks into my eyes for any goofiness only to find zero.
She sighs, shaking her head. "We're going to have a serious talk after this..."
