The alliance of Crazy Ninja Shippers Present...

Some More Hockey Stoof!

A/N: This fanfiction is dedicated to Destiny's Wish, as she asked me for it and I have nothing better to do! Remember... This could be you! If you want a fic written for you don't be afraid to ask because I Have No Life. :3 Enjoy!

Ty's PoV:

Sugar. I was late... Again. Groaning, I crawl out of bed and shut up the alarm that was by my bed reading 8:30. I took a quick shower and got dressed, grabbing my stick and ball before running out of my room (grabbing everything I needed like my keys and my phone).

I wished Adam and Mitch, who were sat in the living room, a good morning and they said the same to me. Jerome stumbled down the stairs as I was about to leave and asked,

"Where ya going, G?"

"Nowhere." I said, before rushing out of the house and leaping into my car.

Time for hockey practice.

Mitch's PoV:

Ty rushed out of the room, and soon I heard his car drive off. I turned to look at Adam, who was looking at Jerome, who was looking at me, who was looking at Adam, who was- Yeah, you get the message. I grinned and said,

"He never tells us where he's going... Soooo, we find out by ourselves, right?"

Jerome laughed his usual laugh and grinned at me.

"Of course we do, Biggums!"

Adam's PoV:

Luckily, we were all ready, and we had soon all jumped into my car and were quick on the road, tailing Ty and his mysterious trail to destiny... Or where ever he was going, anyways. (Don't ask how they caught up so fast, OK? They're aliens or something...) Soon, we pulled up outside the local sports centre, and Ty got out of his car and rushed inside.

"Ty? Doing sports? Preposterous!" Jerome exclaimed.

We all laughed a little, before getting out of the car and beginning to walk inside.

"Stop. He's out on the pitch, yeah?" Mitch said, pointing in the general direction of the pitch.

We stared at the many players on the pitch –Hockey players- and soon spotted Ty playing in mid centre as a striker.

"Whoa! Dazz awesome dood!" Jerome proclaimed, almost doing cartwheels up to the side of the pitch where most other people were stood watching. Mitch giggled at Jerome's hyperactiveness and ran after him. I soon joined them, watching the match.

Ty's PoV:

I finished the match with an accurate and perfect goal, weaving through the other players easily. Then I froze up when I heard a familiar shout along with all the others. Jerome? Mitch? Adam? What were they doing there? No way. They stalked me? Crazy people. Well, play it cool, I told myself. The ref collected in our equipment, promising to take them back to the changing room, to let us cherish in our victory by sharing it with the people who had come to watch. He looked expectantly at me, since I usually travelled back with him because no one really came to watch me, even if I did score all 12 goals of the match. This time though, I smiled at him and indicated over to Mitch, Jerome and Adam, before running over to them.

"Wachu want?" I asked, with a funny accent, before getting drowned by hugs and praise and laughing and crying and smiling and teasing and OMG YOU PLAY SPORTS?'S.

In my head, I was desperately trying to find something to say to tease them, and then it came to me.

"You gonna play a game next time then?" I asked, laughing my head off at their startled faces.