Fire on Ice (Sidney Crosby Fanfic)

Tickets

Ever since Christina started dating Beau Bennett I've been getting free tickets to the Penguins' games. The truth behind it is, Beau makes Christina go to all of his home-games that she can go to because she is good luck for him. He doesn't know that she was good luck for the Penguins before she even knew him. Christina never told him because it made him happy that the girl he loves is his good luck charm.

Anyway, Christina hates going to these games by herself and since she doesn't have any other hockey fan friends- who don't want to bang her boyfriend- she makes me go. I hate the Penguins more than anything, but hey! Who is stupid enough to pass up a chance to watch Sidney Crosby get frustrated over losing to mediocre teams?

One thing I can tell you for a fact is that I hate Sidney Crosby. A couple times Christina made me go to the after parties with her or whatever they were doing, but I seriously couldn't stay in the same room with that man. Now our usual ritual is for me to drive her to the after party when the game ends and leave her. Beau takes her home with him.

Since that's what we're doing I don't really bother to dress up much, I wear my Erik Gudbranson jersey and a pair of mom jeans and black sneakers. Then I drive over to Christina's apartment. On my way there I'm thinking about how happy and glad I am that I get to watch the Panthers play the Penguins. I don't really believe the Panthers will kill them, but it's not wrong to hope.

Christina is already waiting for me outside her apartment building. She never tries hard for guys, and I think we would be matching if she didn't care about looking good in front of the hockey wags. She's wearing Beau's jersey, and black leggings with heels. She looks hot, but still barely surpasses my height. "Hey!" she's smiling wide as she gets in my car.

"Damn, I'm excited."

She looks me over, "Good to know, because from the way you're dressed I'd think you don't give a shit."

I'm slightly offended, "No one's gonna be looking at me."

"You never know, man."

"You're dating one of the only two legit people on that whole team. And the other one is also taken."

Christina turns her head to the side so she can smile dreamily.

I wait for her to come back to reality. "You still care what the wags think?" I ask.

She sighs, "They're like a fucking mob, okay? In a different way, though. If they don't like me they'll complain to their boyfriends, or husbands, or whatever, and next thing you know they'll have them talking to Beau about dumping me."

"You think he's like that?"

"He's not, but-"

"Whatever, I just hate seeing you care about this team."

Christina rolls her eyes, "Did you seriously have to wear the jersey of the team we're playing against?"

"You know, you can find someone else to drag to these things." I don't really mean that and she knows it.

"Fuck you."

I smile at her, "Come on, you can act like you don't know me when we're there."

She laughs, "The thing is, I was hoping you'd come with me to the bar after the game."

"What?"

"Please, please... I need you to come."

"No!"

"Veronique is sick, if you're not there I'm going to fucking kill myself!"

"Beau is gonna be there!"

"It doesn't work like that. I will commit suicide I swear to you. Please!"

I'll be honest, if it wasn't for the times when Christina saved my ass, I would straight out say no. I wouldn't even think about it. But I know that Veronique is her only friend out of all of them. I consider pushing the no a little longer, in hopes of Christina maybe changing her mind, but I know it's pointless, in the end I'll just feel way too bad and give in. I might as well give in now, "Alright, but you know you'll end up having to go home with me."

"I can go a night without sex," she jokes.

I laugh. "You're retarded."

"Thanks, man, I love you."