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five. zebras

five. zebras

       True to his word, Trevor spends hours upon hours trying to find her name. It helps when Jamie slips up and says that she's named after a male character and he's been searching female characters with boy names. The real slip up, though, was Gibby following her on Instagram. His account has been private since the recent split with his wife, so when his follower and following count had gone up by a few people during a 24 hour period, it was easy for Trevor to find Chandler's account. Despite the fact that her account is also private, and he wants to surprise her with finding her name so he doesn't request to follow her, and instead decides to stalk Beau and Penelope's pages to find pictures of her through the years.

         Beau's nickname for her - Cherry - suddenly makes sense, connecting her to Chandler Bing. That should've been a good clue to him, he just hadn't thought about it when push came to shove. As game time approaches, he decides to call down to ticketing and upgrade her tickets. No matter where she is, it would be better if she was rink side by their bench. Thankfully, he has her last name because even though her username is a fictional character's name, her last name is displayed as well.

       "Anaheim Ducks ticketing," the female voice says as his call is answered. "How can I help you today?"

        "Hey, Rose!" he answers. "It's Zegras. I have a special request."

        "Of course, hon. What can I do for you?"

         "A Chandler Young is coming to the game tonight. Is there anyway to upgrade her seat? Preferably over by our bench, if we can swing that. And really just hook her up for the night."

        "A girl?" she asks, excitement in her tone as she begins clacking away on her keyboard. "Do you have a girlfriend, Trevor?"

        He laughs, "Not yet. But I like this one and I want her closer to the ice."

         "Looks like she has two tickets. Want to upgrade both?"

         "Yeah, that's fine. I'm sure one of her friends is coming too."

         "Don't wanna put her with the WAGs?"

         "Not yet. Pretty sure they would scare her away. She doesn't seem like the kind of girl that wants to hang out with them quite yet."

         Rose laughs, "They can be a little snooty and scary. She and her guest are both upgraded. I'll also make sure any concessions and gear are comped for them. I better get to meet her soon."

         "You are the absolute best, Rose. I love you."

         "Love you too, kid."

        The end of their phone call means he needs to get his ass in gear so he's ready for the game. Chandler, on the other hand, is trying to get her and Wren's asses into gear so they can make it to the game on time. Which definitely hasn't been easy, since four year olds have minds of their own and definitely don't want to listen to logic when it comes to what clothes they should be wearing to a hockey rink.

        "I want the tutu!" she insists, hands on her hips. "I not be cold."

         "You will be cold," Chandler sighs, shaking her head at her daughter. "You are. Every single time. Can I at least pack jeans to go over your leggings in case you get cold?"