Sleepover

Overtime!

     "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I jumped up.

     "ANOTHER GOAL?!" He yelled.

     "I'M GONNA GO INSANE!" I groaned. 

     "I know," He said with a sigh.

     "UGH! I can't believe this... We're gonna lose!" I plopped back down on the bed again.

     "Let's just take a breath and try not to give up..." He shifted in his seat. I nodded. 

     "You're right." I took a deep breath. We continued watching the game. As we were watching the Stars scored.

     "WOO!" He exclaimed, jumping up off of the bed.

     "OH, YEAH! LET'S GO!" I jumped up and hugged Miro.

     "WE HAVE A CHANCE!" He brushed what I did off. I was very thankful for that. 

     "ALRIGHT, LET'S DO THIS!" I yelled.

     "Ok, let's go," Miro sat back down. I did the same. 

     I glanced at the time remaining in the game. 

     Three minutes and thirty seconds left. We needed to score two goals, unless we wanted to go to overtime with only one goal. We just needed to score. 

     I carefully watched the puck. It slowly got batted back and forth in the Stars' zone. I sighed nervously. One of the Stars' defensemen stole the puck and raced down the ice. He shot and scored. I jumped up and screamed.

     "YES!" I yelled. Miro smiled.

     "WOOHOO!" He laughed. 

     "There's only forty-five seconds left in the game... We could go to overtime." I took a deep breath.

     "It's alright. We'll be fine." He nodded.

     "Ok, you're right." I sat down. 

     "I know." He chuckled. We calmed down and watched the game tick down to overtime.