Reader x crush

Hockey

In this one imagine your crush plays hockey. Is it just me, or hockey players reaaaly hot??

*ring ring*

"Hello?" You paused your show and answered the phone.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing right now?" Your best friend, (f/n), asked hurriedly.

"Eh, nothing really, just watching (favorite show). Hey, what are you doing later, I-"

"I need you to get to the ice rink, now."

"What? Why? Did you brake the nacho machine again? Cause last time I-" you started, but got interrupted again.

"No, that was one time! I need you to get over here because (C/n)'s hockey team has practice!"

"REALLY?" You scream-yelled.

"Yes!! Get over here ASAP!"

"On my way!" You hung up and flew off the couch, to your bedroom.

Hmm. Do I need makeup? No I look good. What do I wear?? You ripped through your closet looking through every piece of clothing you owned. You threw on a pair of black jeans, sneakers, and a baby blue long sleeve belly shirt. Hmm.. Will you be cold in a belly shirt? Probably yes. But that outfit looks really good on you so whatever. Sometimes you gotta be cold to look hot. A/n: I make no sense

You took a final look in the mirror. Lookin goood. And grabbed your phone and $10(even though you knew (f/n) would sneak you in free), and you ran out the door and to the nearest bus stop.

The wait for the bus, and the bus ride took about 30 minutes all together, but finally you arrived at the ice rink. Taking a deep breath(to mentally prepare yourself, of course), you pushed open the doors. Quickly, you spotted (f/n) at the counter where they give you the ice skates.ya know what I'm talking about.

"Hey! What took you so long?" She looked you up and down, "you look good!"

"The bus was late, and thanks, but I'm freezing." You shivered.

"Yeah I bet!" She laughed, "hold on.." (F/n) went to the back and returned holding a sweater.

"Thanks." You quickly wrapped it around yourself. "Sooo,, where's (C/n)?" You asked nonchalantly, as you hopped up and sat on the counter to face the rink.

(F/n) pointed, "right there! Number 42."

You watch number 42 take a shot on net.. He scores!! "Wow he's good." You mumble, your eyes glued to that 42 jersey.

(F/n) giggled. "You're in loooooove!"

"Yeah, with his butt. Damn.." You responded. (F/n) was cracking up.

"HEY 42," she yelled, "NICE ASS!" She ducked behind the counter, laughing hysterically. (C/n) turned around and stared at you cluelessly for a few seconds, then returned his attention back to the team.

"Oh my god I can't believe you did that!! He totally looked right at me! Hes gonna think I'm a creep! (F/n), what the f-"

"Calm- down." She said in between laughs, "he probably didn't even hear."

"He might have." You pouted.

*beep beep* (f/n)'s alarm went off and she checked her phone.

"Oops my shift at the snack bar is starting. C'mon!" She dragged you through the door and into the other room where the snack bar and tables and stuff were.

"Nooo I wanna watch (C/nnn)!!" You whined.

"Relax, practice ends in 10 minutes, and guess where the team hangs out after practice??"