when the ice melts // jack hughes

part eleven

Obviously, we won.

Cameron got two assists and one goal in the second period. I swear Cameron had smiled at me with doing his celebration, I just had a feeling. I felt so excited and happy for him, I had never cheered for anything that loud in my life. My brother seemed content, like he'd raised me well or something. He'd always been a big Cameron Koehler fan, his jersey was the proof. The number 17 could be seen on the sleeves and back of his jersey, along with the last name, 'Koehler'. He'd gotten it last season, and it was crazy to imagine how I would've reacted if I'd known who Cameron was before meeting him. Of course, even then, it wouldn't have clicked. My memory is just as bad as my tendency to get distracted. I wanted to wear Cam's last name more than anything, I couldn't imagine what Cameron would think. "So, trying to make a statement?" I could imagine him smirking and pointing to the jersey. I would be a mix of embarrassed and pleased, more pleased if anything. Gosh, I wanted a Koehler jersey. Trey began to pick up our garbage and get ready to go, the players had already exited the arena. I had already sent a text to Cameron.

Koehler 💞🏒🙄
9:15 PM

Really proud of you, hope you know :)

we all did well but thank you.

And he's modest !!

Yeah yeah okay. Meetup at the cafe at 10

Okay.

Hey whatcha think about me getting a Koehler jersey ;)

You'd be so embarrassing oh my gosh

:(

I'm kidding. It'd be cute.

Something about Cameron saying it'd be cute was like a whole new level of friend zone. It was weird. I told Trey that I was gonna go look at the merchandise store and meet him and the car in fifteen minutes. He agreed, and went to go look for some friends who had come to the game as well. I rushed into the Giants store.
The lady by the cashier gave me a weird look. I probably looked crazy, running into the store like a madman. I was on a time limit, okay?
I looked at all the jerseys that were hung up on the back wall, seeing a bunch of no name ones. I looked further and found a few McNabb jerseys and some Hardy. There were some Ty Ronning jerseys as well, but I had no luck of finding a Cameron Koehler one.

"Excuse me?" I snuck up to the counter, causing the lady working there to look up from her phone. She had a job to do, jeez. "Yes?" She answered as if I'd disturbed her, I did my best to stay cool. "Hi, I need a Cameron Koehler jersey, do you have any?" She gave me a smug look, and pointed to the centre of the store. "Right there," I was about to thank her when she opened her mouth again. "You wouldn't believe the amount of teenage girls buying them, some of them have told me to give Cameron their Instagram handles." She shook her head. I got the idea that she expected me to be that kind of girl, seeing I had gotten a little fancy for the game. I just silently walked over to the collection of jerseys. The price was two-hundred and fifty dollars for one. Holy. I pulled out my phone and texted Cam.

They're like 250$.

Apparently, the girl wasn't finished. "I said no to all of them, if you plan on giving me yours as well." She sat back down on her seat behind the counter and pulled out her phone again. Who did she even think she was? "I haven't even met him yet, I work part-time. If I were to give him anyone's Instagram, it'd be mine." She sighed.
Jeez.