nhl one-shots | completed

xvi | sidney crosby

SHOOTOUT

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Lydia sighed, watching her breath disappear into the air. It was a cold January day in Cole Harbour, Canada, where she and her friend, Sidney, were walking home from school. Usually, the two didn't walk home together, as the two lived on opposite sides on the town. Today, however, he had invited her to his house after school.

"You cold?" Sidney questioned.

She glared at him jokingly. "What does it look like?"

He laughed as she blew on her hands, trying to warm them up. Upon noticing this, Sidney reached over, grabbing one of her hands. He laced his fingers with hers before smiling over at her.

Lydia smiled before looking away. Unknown to Sidney, she had a slight crush on him. Though she wasn't sure the what the extent of her feelings was, there was surely something there. The sudden contact made her nervous, but at least Sidney's idea was working; he was succeeding in warming her up.

The two friend talked as they walked, simply enjoying each other's presence. For Lydia, talking to Sidney was never boring, especially when it came to talking about hockey. Though she had never played herself, she enjoyed hearing him talk about something he was so passionate about.

"I'm home," Sidney called as Lydia hurried into the house. She sighed, wiping the fog off of her square framed glasses before putting them back on her face.

"Ah, Lydia!" a familiar voice called. She looked up to see Sidney's mother, Trina. "It's so nice to see you again!"

"You too, ma'am," Lydia replied with a small smile. Sidney almost laughed as he hung up his coat: Lydia was always too polite.

"So, what are you two up to?" Trina questioned.

"Nothing much," Sidney replied, smiling at Lydia as he took her coat, hanging it up for her. "It had occurred to me that she hadn't come over in a while."

Trina smiled. "You're always welcome, Lydia."

She smiled back. "Thank you."

Trina walked back into the living room, leaving Sidney and Lydia alone in the entryway. They both took their shoes off, placing them on the mat next to the door before looking at each other.

"What do you wanna do?" Sidney questioned.

Lydia shrugged. "What do you wanna do?"

"My room?" he questioned.

"Sure," she agreed.

She followed him upstairs and to the end of the hall, where his room was located. She stepped inside, looking at the various hockey posters on the walls and the trophies and medals from years of playing.

"I wonder which sport you play," she joked, sitting down on his bed, "Mr. NHL."

Sidney chuckled, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.

For a long while, they just sat there and talked. Lydia felt as if they could talk about anything and not get tired. She felt so comfortable around him.

"Falling asleep?" Sidney questioned, grinning at Lydia, who was laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"It's been a long week," she sighed.

Sidney stood up, walking over and holding a hand out to her. "We're going to the basement."

Lydia rolled her eyes, accepting his hand as he helped her sit up. "Of course you want to play hockey."

"What else would I want to do?" he questioned, smiling as he let go of her hand.

"True."

They headed downstairs, each grabbing a hockey stick that was leaning against the basement walls. There were already a few pucks laid out on the floor. Lydia pulled one closer to her with her stick before attempting to shoot it, missing the open dryer that Sidney often used as a target.

Sidney chuckled, retrieving the puck before shooting it in with ease.

"Showoff," Lydia muttered, shooting another puck and just barely making it in.

"Let's play," he offered, balancing a puck on his stick. "1 v 1."

"Let's do it," she agreed, holding the stick between her legs as she tied her hair up into a quick messy bun that flopped over almost immediately. She ignored it, knocking the puck off of Sidney's stick with her own.

The puck started in Lydia's possession. She simply shot it, knowing she had no change against Sidney if she tried to get by him. It clanked off of the side of the dryer.

Sidney retrieved it before switching places with Lydia. He stepped towards her a few times before picking the puck up with his stick and batting it into the dryer.

Lydia hit him in the shins with her stick in a playful manner. "You are no fair," she said.

They continued like this for a while. Though they weren't keeping score, they both knew that Sidney was beating Lydia by a lot. However, neither of them cared. Just playing around was entertaining enough.

Lydia ran to the right, trying to get by Sidney yet again. She grinned as she began to pass him, but was surprised when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, stopping her from moving any further. She squealed, laughing as she dropped her stick, trying to get out of Sidney's arms.

"No! I was so close!" she whined, prying at his arms.

Sidney just chucked, letting go enough for her to turn towards him. He kept his arms around her waist as she grinned up at him.

"I'm not letting you win that easily," he said, smiling.

Lydia pouted. "You never let me win."

Sidney wasn't sure if it was the smile that had been plastered on her face just seconds before, or the way her hair was falling out of her bun, or the close proximity, but it was all Sidney could do to not lean down and kiss her.

It seemed that Sidney didn't have to worry about that, however, as Lydia leaned up, giving him a hint as to what she wanted. Fuck it, he thought before closing the distance between the two.

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i'm actually kinda proud of this ?????

i've had this idea for so long but you know me, always procrastinating 

10.20.17