My Name Is... Olivia

Chapter 13

I lifted up a picture. "Marchy." I put that picture down and help up another one. "Zdeno." I set it down and held up another. "Tyler. Olivia, how long are we going to be doing this?" Dougie asked me.

            "Until you know everyone by heart, Douglas," I told him.

            "You know you don't have to call me 'Douglas' all the time, right?"

            I set down Tyler's card. "You told me you preferred it so I'll continue to call you Douglas instead of Dougie."

            "Olivia, call me Dougie," he insisted.

            Dougie stood up and grabbed his empty glass and headed toward the kitchen. "I know everyone's names, nicknames, their birthdates, and all their siblings' names. That last one I don't even think will be handy," he assured me. He poured himself a full glass of water.

            "You're right; we can start working on the playbook," I suggested, Dougie groaned from the kitchen. "I want to see how much you remember... or if you even remember anything from the book," I told him.

            Dougie came back to the dining room table and sat down. I set a playbook in front of him; he put it to his side. "Olivia, I don't want to work on the playbook," he confessed.

            "Well, you need to learn something new," I told him.

            Dougie nodded and grabbed onto my hand. "I know that... I want to learn about you and me. You told me you would tell me later. That time is right now," Dougie said to me.

            I shook my head. "I don't-"

            "I do, Olivia. I can handle it and I want to know," Dougie pleaded.

            I exhaled and looked at Dougie. "The story is long. Point form will be given, alright?" I questioned.

            Dougie nodded. "I'm ready, point form or story form."

            "Well I am not giving it to you in story form," I told him.

            "Will you elaborate the point forms?"

            I shrugged my shoulders. "To some extent, I won't try to get into details with all of the points though."

            "I'm still ready."

            "Okay," I took a deep breath. "Draft day, you're drafted by the Boston Bruins. We sit beside each other and make a bet. You win the bet and therefore you got..." God, I couldn't remember what his "prize" was. "I think it was a date, I'm not too sure. The next night, all the draft picks and the staff of the Bruins got to have dinner together, I was there believe it or not.

            "Then all the draft picks came back to Boston to have a quick practice with the rest of the team. There really wasn't much significance to the practice but I thought you would like to know. Tyler had a gigantic crush on me during all of that just so you know. Once I got back to Boston, I told my friends about you-"

            "You told your friends about me?" he questioned.

            I nodded. "Yeah... I was infatuated with you and your name kind of came up during our conversations," I confessed.

            Dougie gave me a bright grin. "Go on with your story."

            "Anyway, I worked with defenders for the team," I enlightened. "I kind of just pointed out what they could improve and things like that. So a month after the draft; Claude wanted me to catch up with the defenders so I had to interview them. My friends wanted to see you so both of them came along and they told you everything I told them about you."