Disclaimer: I don't own any of the athletes in this story and this is mostly out of fun. So, please don't give me a hard time with my choice of athletes, this is not in malice. This is an alternate universe fic

"Congratulations" the contest announcer said to the lucky candidates "You have all won a trip to the beautiful resort at Crystal Lake with your choice of celebrity athletes"

I stood on the stage next to my best friend Kristy and my other friends Serenity and Cheryl, excited as hell. I had won the Coors Light contest where me and three friends could choose whichever professional athletes we wanted to hang with us.

Being an avid NFL fan, I decided to choose my two favorite quarterbacks, Peyton Manning and Tom Brady. Kristy, being an avid San Jose Sharks fan, picked Evgeniy Nabokov and Cheryl and Serenity both chose Chris Pronger and Darcy Tucker.

Someone in the audience yelled "Booo Camp Blood" and a communal "oooh" was heard before the crowd fell into a hush.

"Camp Blood?" Cheryl said , her greenish yellow eyes wide as she tossed her long, curly red hair behind a shoulder "What is Camp Blood?"

"Don't worry about it" Serenity assured her cousin "They're just jealous because we won. There's no such place as Camp Blood"

"I should hope not" Cheryl said, shivering "I hate the sound of that nickname"

Kristy and I exchanged glances.

"Ummm should we tell her what the resort used to be?" Kristy whispered, as our choices in athletes came onstage "Or shall we just let her enjoy her weekend?"

"I don't think we should tell her" I said, shrugging "You know how hysterical Cheryl can get. But then again, maybe Chris Pronger can calm her down"

Kristy and I snickered at my little joke and we both fought not to hyperventilate.

"I can't believe you picked them both!" Kristy said, nudging me as Tom and Peyton walked over, followed by Evgeniy "They're gonna probably fight like cats and dogs"

"Over lil ol' me?" I drawled, laughing my ass off "Hardly. You know that professional athletes have class off the field"

I kept a smile on my face as the two extremely tall football players surrounded me.

"Well hello" I said, grinning like a cat with a bowl of cream "Thank you for coming"

"My pleasure" Tom said, running his eyes up and down the entirety of my body like a predator eyeing its prey "I think we could have a lot of fun together"

Peyton cleared his throat inconspicuously, nudging himself between me and Tom. I made a mental note to myself to thank him for the intrusion later.

"It's always nice to meet a fan" Peyton said, putting an arm around me momentarily "Thank you for choosing me to come"

"Ummm you're welcome" I said, blushing as Kristy looked over, giggling…

… We set out to the resort the next morning, in a giant van that could hold all 9 of us. It was a long drive, made even longer by Tom trying to make a pass at me like he was god's gift to women. Thank god I was sitting between Peyton and Kristy or I would have decked him hard.

"So Tina" Peyton said, trying to distract me from Tom's kissy faces "You seem older than your friends. How old are you?"

"23" I replied, enjoying the look of surprise on his face "They're all older than me"

"You seem so mature" he said, marveling at what I had just said "I wouldn't have guessed"

"Well you're a year older than Tom and I can tell the world of difference in maturity" I cracked, making him laugh "I'm glad you're not as egotistical as he is"

"This could make for a fun weekend" he said softly as Tom glared at him while he smiled in triumph. We went over a huge bump and Tom, who wasn't wearing his seatbelt, fell headfirst to the floor, making us bust a gut laughing.

"Or a very long one" I said, laughing as Tom slowly pulled himself up to his seat, a dark blush creeping up his clean shaven cheeks…