Lost Love

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

{Taylor}

Saturday, May 31.

The Western Conference Finals, end tonight.

And one team, either the Calgary Flames or the Edmonton Oilers will play for the Stanley Cup.

This is a big game. And I mean huge.

It’s 3:00 in the afternoon.

Yesterday, Ryan invited me to come to the game. I was truly honored, and, honestly, surprised.

I’ve been ignoring Ryan for over a month now, and he  invites me to come to the game?

I don’t know why, but I don’t really care. I’m just glad I get to go to the game.

It was nice talking to Ryan after over a month. I thought it would be awkward, but it was alright, I guess. It felt good. Sort of like old times.

But, of course, I like the new times better.

And who better to go to game seven of the Western Conference Finals with, other than... the one and only, Logan Adams?

NO ONE.

Right after Ryan invited me yesterday, I called Logan, and he was literally jumping with excitement on the other line. To be able to go to a Stanley Cup Playoff game is every hockey player’s dream, and it was adorable to hear how excited he was.

I’m excited too. Of course, for the game, but mainly because I get to go on yet another hockey game date with the most amazing boy on the planet.

I still can’t believe what happened exactly two weeks ago.

I still can’t believe that whole trip, to be honest. It was a dream come true.

The rest of the afternoon, I text Logan non-stop, and just hang out. 

It’s a gorgeous day out in Edmonton, and it’s a shame that I didn’t get outside, but I was just feeling too lazy. Sometimes it’s nice to have lazy days.

Due to the fact of the hockey game being game seven of the Western Conference Finals, Logan suggested that we leave early so we can get a good parking spot. I didn’t have a problem with it, so we decided on 6:30 for an 8:00 game.

It’s currently 5:45, and I decide that I should probably start to get ready.

I change into yoga pants, and my Nugent-Hopkins jersey.

I run the flat iron through my hair to straighten out the waves, put on a little bit of makeup, and then finish off the look with my Oilers hat.

I get my purse, and wait for Logan to come up to my apartment to get me.

Before I know it, I hear a knock on the door, and I run to open it.

“Hey beautiful.” Logan says. “Logan!” I smile, jumping into his arms.

He’s wearing his Eberle jersey, and jeans. He looks great, as usual.

“You all ready to go?” He smiles. “Yes!” I laugh.

I lock the door behind me, and we head down to where he parked his car just outside of my apartment building.

“Are you pumped for the game?” Logan asks. “I am. I think it will be really fun. You?” I ask, smiling. “Yeah, definitely excited. I’m actually nervous.” Logan laughs. “I know. Same.” I chuckle.

As we drive, we notice that every single bar Downtown is open, overflowing with people in Oilers apparel.

There are people in Oilers jersey’s walking down the streets, Oilers flags hung up everywhere.... the entire city is getting ready for this game tonight.