Addicted

Chapter 4

"Madison, if you don't hurry I'm leaving without you." I hear my best friend call from the porch.
"ABBY I'm coming! I just need to do something important!" I say, just scrolling through Twitter.
"Snapchat isn't important Mads, come ON." She says to me stomping her foot like a little kid.
"Actually it's Twitter. And it is very important." I say, getting up from my bed, still having my eyes glued to my phone. "I just need to tweet something about the game tonight, so calm the fuck down."
I knew that Abby was really impatient so I tried to piss her off as much as I could.
"How do you spell..... Binghamton?" I ask, looking at my best friend like I had a bag of rocks for a brain.
"Fuck Binghamton. Let's. Go!" She says to me, but this time grabs my hand. This girl needs to calm down.

We get to our usual seats, and lay our food down on the floor while we get situated. I got a slice of pizza and a bag of popcorn for later and Abby got a plate of nachos or something. We sit down in our seats and wait for warmups.
"I wonder if Ryan will remember you." I hear her say to me in between bites.
"No Abby, he won't remember me. He was absolutely hammered, do you really think he'd remember? Didn't think so!" I say to her, taking a nacho from her plate. She tries to smack my hand away but completely fails and her hand ends up going in the salsa. I couldn't help but laugh at how stupid she is.
"I'll fucking put this all over you." She says, showing me her hand. I put my hands up in the air as a sign that I give up, and try not to laugh anymore. Besides, the players just got on the ice, and I don't want them to think I'm crazy.

The players skate away, to their music, bumping into each other, and having a great time. There isn't a time I see this team not being positive.
I was in the middle of a conversation with Abby asking how things were with her and Jacob, and a puck comes right at us. It scares the shit out of me because I wasn't expecting it. I turn my head to see Ryan there, laughing at us.
Abby leans over to me and whispers "Won't remember me my ass." And goes back to eating her nachos like the half-normal person she is.
All of a sudden, Ryan picks up the puck, and points to me. I don't want to act too weird, so I just nod my head and smile. But if I didn't know him, I would be jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas.
He takes the puck and throws it up. Well, at least I thought so. He still had it in his glove, and was watching me look like a dog trying to find it. He starts to laugh again, and then actually throws it over to me. I'm glad I actually caught it though, because otherwise, I would never hear the end of it from Abby.
The warmups end, and I was over the moon. I couldn't believe that he gave me a puck! Sure I've got lots of pucks before, but this one meant the most to me.

With 5:35 left in the period, we were trailing 3-2. A couple of minutes go by, and we finally pull O'Connor. Empty nets scare me most of the time. They never work for this team with the extra attacker, and it gets so intense.
The fans were starting to leave with a minute remaining, and with 4.3 seconds left, Max McCormick scores! The remains of the crowd go wild, and there we finally some hope! Although I hated overtime, we still get a point no matter what.
The teams rest up, while the zamboni rides the ice again. There weren't many people here anymore, but it was worth it for the people who did stay here. The crowd was starting to come alive, and you could see how fired up everyone was.
This season, there was a new rule, and it was 3 on 3 overtime. I didn't really have an opinion on it yet, but I guess I'll just have to see how it goes.
The puck drops, and the two teams are back and forth. One second we're in their zone, and then they're right back in ours. O'Connor had some really good saves though, so I believe that we can win tonight, especially because our offense has been fire tonight.
We were on the side with Utica's goalie, And Ryan Dzingel skated down the ice. All by himself. No one else.
The fans stand up, just waiting for him to score. He goes 5-hole, and I jump out of my seat so quick. I start to scream my head off, as the team comes off the bench to celebrate together, right in front of me. I end up taking a really nice picture of it too, and make it my lock screen.

     Abby and I were waiting outside for the rain to stop, so we could get to our cars. We knew rain was in the forecast but we didn't think it would be this bad. Apparently it was supposed to end soon, so we would just wait.
     After waiting for about 10 minutes, the door shoots open from behind us, and Ryan and Buddy come out. Oh Jesus.
     "Oh hey Maddie!" Ryan says to me when he realizes who I am.
     "Hi" Is all I could manage to get out. I didn't know what else to say.
     "I was kind of hoping I'd run into you today! Did you wanna come and hang out with Buddy and I?" He asks me, putting a box over his head so his hair wouldn't get wet.
     "Uhmmmmmm Abby and I were going to do something, but if it's alright with her......" I say turning to my best friend.
     "Yeah yeah, it's fine, go ahead" She says, nudging me and winking. I instantly turn a faint colour of red, but hopefully they didn't notice.
     "You can come too if you want." Buddy tells Abby. I wasn't sure if he was trying to flirt but he really wasn't doing a good job.
    "I think I'll pass today, I'll go home and FaceTime my boyfriend." She says, with a little sass in her voice. "I'll see you later Mads!" She calls out as she walks towards our car.
     "Great! Let's go!" Buddy says as he acts like a little child.
     We follow Buddy down the steps, and I follow the two of them to their car.

    
– Later that night –
     "Oh my god! I can't believe you're fucking crying!" I say to Ryan as he brings a tissue to his eyes.
     "I am NOT crying. I just got something in my eyes." He says, clearing his voice.
     We were watching Dolphin Tale right now. Not sure why they have it here, but they do!
     "Face it Ryan, you're just an emotional bitch." Buddy says as he starts to laugh at him. To be quite honest, it was actually pretty entertaining watching the two of them bicker.
     "Oh fuck, I gotta go. My family came in from New Jersey for the game tonight, and they're leaving tomorrow morning. I'm sorry dudes, I can't miss this!" He says, as he shoots up from the couch, and puts on his shoes and jacket. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Are his last words before leaving.
     "Soooooo...." I say, just staring at my feet. I honestly wonder if he can see how nervous I am right now. After all, he is sitting right next to me.
     "What do you want to do?" Ryan asks me. "Are you hungry?"
     "No no, I'm not hungry. But here," I say grabbing the remote. "I'll pick what we watch."
     I go through the channels and find The Vampire Diaries. "Ouuuuu!" I say, as I change the channel to watch it.
     "We are NOT watching that," Ryan says to me as he grabs the remote out of my hand. He was sitting to my left, reached over with his right hand, and is now holding it in his left hand so I can't reach it.
     "Hey! Give that back!" I say as I reach over for the remote, but fall on top of him.
     My face turns red as my face is in his chest. My legs were across him, and I felt so embarrassed. "I'm- I'm so sorry." I say, as I try to get myself back to my spot on the couch, but of course I fail.
     I put my head down, but Ryan puts his finger under my chin. "Don't be." He says to me.
     Okay, so, just picture this. I'm basically sitting on my idol's lap, staring into his eyes, nervous for my life. Sounds fun right?!
     Ryan leans down, and locks lips with me. At first I really didn't know what was happening, but I just went with it.
     His soft lips were pressed against mine, as we were moving in some sort of tempo I guess. It was like it was meant to happen.
     I was confused when he started to lick my lip, but I remember some advice from Abby.
     We were in the middle of a very intense make out session, when Ryan grabs my waist, and lifts me up. I wrapped my legs around him as we stayed in that same position. After a few more seconds, he starts to walk, but I instantly take my legs and put them on the floor.
     "We can't... I can't do this..." I say to him, out of breath.
     He takes my hand and we just sit on the couch again together, staring at nothing. Things were really awkward now, and I really didn't want them to be.
     After about 5 minutes of pure silence, he finally speaks.
     "You know.... that goal was for you tonight." He says to me, as he looks over to me. I lock eyes with him and smile. But then I look away and smirk.
     "You may have got a goal tonight, but honey, I think I'm the one who scored."