Three of my friends and I are centered around the flat screen television in my basement. The reason we're all together watching television is because of one thing. Chicago Blackhawks Stanley Cup Hockey. We're all huge fans, each with our own favorite players. Mine is Jonathan Toews of course. I can remember the day I first laid eyes on him. I've had a little crush on him ever since, and it's been about four or five years now. I had Jessa to thank for that too, she introduced me to hockey in the first place. Then I got Frankie and Lilly interested later on.
The Hawks are playing the Boston Bruins, my other favorite team. I started to take interest in them the year they won the Stanley Cup. I wouldn't mind who won this year, but of course, my heart says Chicago. Same with my head, I just liked to have fun teasing my friends. "Who wants cookies?!" I exclaim, getting up off the couch during the second intermission of the game. The Hawks were tied 1-1, and I needed something sweet to munch on. "Cookies are a good idea. I'll help you with them!" Jessa says hopping up, a slight frown on her face. A frown was pretty much on everybodies faces. Boston was playing rough tonight, good too, that much I wouldn't deny.
"Are you two coming too?" I ask Lilly and Frankie, pointing towards the stairs. "Yeah!" They say in unison before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Weirdos." I murmur, playfully rolling my eyes at them. Leading the way upstairs, I'm the first into the kitchen. I'm also the first to notice my dad holding a spoon and the cookie dough. "Dad! Put the spoon down! We need that." I shout in a mocking tone. Sticking his tongue out at me, he tosses the spoon in the sink. "You would think that you being the true adult here, you'd be the mature one. Not me." I tease, snatching the cookie dough away from him. "You said it yourself hun, I am the true adult. And I do whatever I want to." He retorts, gently pushing me out of his way.
"Save me some of those cookies!" I hear him shout from the den. "We will!" I shout back, getting out four clean spoons and distributing them to everyone. Lilly, Jessa and Frankie wash their hands before handling the dough. Jessa sets out the cookie trays and we get to work. As they finish up, I set the oven and poke my head into the den. My dad was watching the game too and I just wanted to see if the third period had started yet. Fortunately for us, it hasn't. Shoving the cookie sheets into the oven, we clean up our little mess and head back downstairs for the rest of the game.
Setting the little timer I set for when the cookies would be done down on the end table, we all resume our positions on the couch and floor. Of course we got downstairs right as the third period started and Boston just had to score. Right off the bat, making it 2-1. As a joke, I yelled at the television to Seguin, my favorite Bruins player might I add, since he assisted the goal. Sure, I do like the Bruins, but I wanted Chicago to win the Cup. About halfway through the third period, the timer for the cookies goes off. Moaning because I don't want to miss anything, I think of a good idea. Pulling out my cell phone, I call my mom upstairs. Yes, I am lazy. Sue me. Hanging up after she agrees to take the cookies out of the oven, I go back to intently watching the game.
As more minutes pass, so does our patience. The score is still 2-1 up until the last minute. Bickell makes a hard drive to the Bruins net and gets one in, making it 2-2. We all think it's going to head into overtime now, but before you could even blink twice Bolly slaps one home making it 3-2. It felt so surreal, you wouldn't think they would score again so quickly. Yet they did, because they are amazing. Purely amazing. We knew they would win it now, but we also had fear that Boston would tie it up again, considering there still was just a little under a minute left in the game. Jessa and I sat on the edge of the couch, hand in hand, dead silent. The whole room was silent, except for the television of course.
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"HAWKS WIN! HAWKS WIN!" I scream, jumping out of my seat with Jessa. Frankie, Lilly, Jessa and I start to jump around and scream out of joy. We race upstairs to share the news with my parents and sister, who probably already knew about the win. I was pretty positive you could hear us screaming from upstairs, but I knew it would be alright considering I heard my dad's loud voice as we got closer to the upstairs. Since the girls were spending the night, we all grabbed a drink from my parent's liquor cabinet and even popped open a bottle of champagne. I could already tell none of us would be sleeping tonight, and at least one of us, or my dad, would be hungover in the morning.
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So I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Now I know Seguin didn't assist that last Bruins goal, and they didn't score right after the third period started, I just did that for effect in the story. The rest is pretty much accurate to how the game played out.
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Love all of you crazy hockey fans,
Kara x
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Oh Captain, My Captain (Jonathan Toews FanFic)
FanficAmelia Edwards is your typical young adult. She's twenty-one years old and in her second year of med-school. She still lives with her parents, and loves it. She's a diehard Chicago Blackhawks fan, and if you didn't know that you definitely live unde...
