Hey guys, I have been dying to work on this story! I finally got some time over break! This chapter is going to have a few short sections that go back and forth between Andy's and Andy's points of view.

Andy's POV:

I stared in disbelief at the back of Jordan Staal's head in front of me. Yes, Jordan Staal's very blonde head was about two feet from mine. And this time there was no glass between us. Jordan had already taken off his uniform and was wearing his long, black, athletic underwear. As I caught myself studying him from behind I felt myself turn red even though no one was paying attention to me in his shadow. Normally, I would have been pinching myself or waiting to wake up from this too-good-to-be-true dream. I am a cynical creature by nature. However, right then I was too shocked to move my hand to my arm. No, that's not exactly it…I was actually feeling too happy. As a matter of fact, at that moment I was pretty sure the epitome of my happiness had been reached. So instead of ruining it by pinching myself, I let Jordan lead me through the maze of the Pittsburgh Penguins locker room.

He had just taken me around and showed me absolutely everything about the locker room. Currently, I was following him through a crowded hallway. Cameramen, reporters, players, coaches, managers, and random people lined every inch of the hall way. The walls were painted black on the bottom and white on the top with a gold stripe in the middle. Photos of past and current players covered them. The Penguins' logo was everywhere. I was surrounded by Penguins mania and loving every second of it. I had made the executive decision to not pinch myself, but I was jolted awake nonetheless when I slammed into a brick wall in front of me. Actually, it wasn't a brick wall; it was Jordan, who had stopped abruptly in front of me to sign a little girl's jersey.

"Sorry," I gasped.

I dumbly gazed up at him as he turned around and said, "Andy, I think you're cute too, but we just met!" He tried to be serious, but the twinkle in his eye gave away.

I laughed, "I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself!"

I watched in satisfaction as his eyes widened and his smile widened. "Well that's understandable," he joked.

I shook my head but continued to smile as he turned his attention to the little girl and autographed her Jordan Staal jersey.

"So," he asked, when he finished the little girl's jersey and we continued walking, "Did you enjoy your impromptu tour of the Penguins locker room?"

"I was captivated every second of it!" I responded teasingly.

"Ah, that's what I like to hear!" he smiled, pleased.

"Where are we going now?"

"Well, I'm going to get a shower and get dressed. I was just going to introduce you to some of the guys and let them entertain you while I do that."

"Oh, so you're just dumping me off? How thoughtful!" I snapped.

"Well, after that I think I would like to go out and have some fun and get to know you." Jordan replied matter-of-factly.

I studied his face for a moment. He looked back at me eagerly. Wow, I thought, he's being up front with me. Not only was he being sincere, but he had brushed aside my sarcasm. As I looked into his enthusiastic blue eyes, my strong resolve began to melt. "Alright," I agreed finally, "let's go."

Annie's POV:

I sat in the lounge trying to watch TV, but my mind was racing. I wasn't focusing on any one thing but my brain was dancing around different thoughts. I looked around; the lounge was empty now except for an arena employee attempting to straighten up, and Dan Potash chatting animatedly on his phone in the corner. It occurred to me that maybe I should tell my parents what I was doing, but then again I doubted they would really notice or care. My dad was in the hotel business. Right now he was somewhere in Europe promoting a newly opened chain of hotels. My mom was somewhat clueless, so I wasn't too worried about her. She was probably at some party or dinner with her friends.

When I called, her phone went straight to voicemail as usual. I left a brief message saying Andy and I were going out to dinner somewhere in the South Side and hung up. I mean, I couldn't exactly tell her I was going to illegally sneak into a 21 and over dance club with a crazy Russian hockey superstar, could I? That problem aside, I relaxed into the leather couch more.

All of a sudden, Sidney Crosby burst through the door, stormed over to the couch, and plopped down with his head in his hands. Initially, my senses all went haywire. My heart sped up in my chest, my stomach dropped down to my feet, and my legs became shaky. He looked so defeated, however, that for a second I forgot who he was and felt so concerned for him that I actually spoke up.

"Um…hi?" I tried.

He jumped, realizing I was sitting there for the first time.

"Oh, hey. Annie, right?" Sid greeted quietly.

"Yeah, that's right. Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"What? Oh yea, not really," he answered, clearly distracted.

"You want to talk about it? I mean, I know I probably can't help you, but I can at least listen." I tried.

"Thanks, but not right now…" he sighed.

I attempted to make conversation.

"So, are you being dragged to Diesel too?"

"I don't know," he replied sadly, "I'm not so sure I'm in the mood."

"Well, when I'm not in the mood some dancing usually cheers me up."

I wanted so desperately to help him that I blurted this out before I could stop myself. He looked up at me as if really seeing me for the first time. I shivered under his gaze as he quietly studied me for a moment. I boldly looked back at him though, and our eyes locked. I refused to back down from this moment even if my hands were starting to shake. Finally, a weak smile formed on his face.

"You know," he finally replied, "you have a point. I think I may just go."

"Wow really?" I was stunned.

"Yes, but," Sid joked, "don't expect me to dance too much. I'm not so good at that grinding stuff. I always feel so awkward."

"Hey, you can always learn." I smiled encouragingly, "And I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm not a huge fan of it either. I mean I'll do it against my better judgment, but let's just say I have a deep appreciation for the old-fashioned kind of dancing." I explained.

"Really? That's quite refreshing." he said, flashing me a genuine smile.

"Why thank you." I lowered my gaze shyly.

"Well then I guess I'll give it a shot."

"See, you're in a better mood already. I'm so glad you changed your mind!" I beamed.

He sat there for a few more seconds until he suddenly glanced at the clock and said, "Oh man! It's getting late. If I'm going to go, I better go change."

"Alright, sounds like a good idea," I said.

He jumped up and was exiting the room when he turned around abruptly and said, "So, I'll definitely see you there?"

"I guarantee it." I nearly sang.

He continued on his way, and I sat there glowing with excitement and pleasure at the events that had just unfolded. That is, until I realized the predicament I had put myself in. Annie, what did you just do?! You're supposed to be going with Geno! I closed my eyes and began deep breathing techniques. "Okay, okay, calm down, you'll figure this out…" I murmured to myself.

Andy's POV:

Jordan and I had met up with Evgeni and were entering into the main lounge only to find Annie worriedly talking to herself. "Does she usually hyperventilate and hold conversations with herself Andy?" Jordan chuckled. Annie nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his deep voice. "Oh wow, I'm really sorry you guys. I'm just thinking out loud…"

"Well we'll just have to be sure to not leave you alone anymore!" Jordan quipped jovially.

"HA. HA. So. Funny." Annie replied as she shot him a death glare.

"I'm Jordan by the way; it's so nice to meet you."

"Oh, but the pleasure is all mine!" Annie jibbed back.

I could see the beginning of a beautiful friendship here. I decided to jump in before Annie took his head off, which I knew she was fully capable of doing. "So anyways Annie," I interjected, "Jordan, Geno, and I were just trying to figure out how we're going to get there. We think we're going to leave Jordan's and my cars here and have Geno drive us, sound good?"

All of a sudden, Annie let out a gasp of realization and said, "Never mind how we're getting there! Look at what we're wearing, And! What are we gonna do?" I looked down at my ensemble. I had on a pair of skinny jeans and my Staal jersey. I vaguely remembered deciding it'd be a good idea to write random Penguins' numbers on my face in eyeliner, and Annie had done the same. Basically, we looked like walking Penguins billboards. At least, we hadn't thought of black and gold face paint. Regardless, this was not suitable club wear.

I glanced thoughtfully at Geno and Jordan who were currently looking at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.

"What's wrong with what you are wearing?" Geno asked innocently. His question went unanswered as I looked down at myself again and remembered something.

"Ok, we can fix this. My sister left her gym bag in the car. She always takes half her wardrobe with her wherever she goes. She's small so it might be a tight squeeze for me, but you can fit in something, Annie."

Annie visibly relaxed. We threw on our winter jackets, and the guys showed us a back exit we could use to get to my car. We ran out to the car, wiped the numbers off our faces, and fixed our makeup. Then, we opened my sister's overflowing bag and browsed our options.

"Andy, what the hell is your mom letting your sister wear out of the house!?"

"I have no idea. These are pretty, um, vibrant. Is that the right word?"

"Uuuuuh…."

Annie was speechless as she pulled out an extremely low cut, lacey, dark green halter top. "This is all yours!" she said, shoving it at me.

"Seriously?! You want me to wear this?" I said in horror.

"Well, actually, why the hell not? This is already a crazy night."

"I guess you're right. Well in that case, I'm thinking this is right up your ally!"

I tossed an equally lacy, pale pink and black, tank top at her. She read the tag inside which I could guess read XS and promptly burst into laughter. After we had changed in the darkness of the unlit car, we put on the lights and surveyed each other. After close inspection and some more hysterics, we decided that we could make this work. Annie didn't look half as slutty as I did because she wasn't actually far off from my sister's size. With her furry white Hollister jacket over top, she would look decent. My ensemble was another story entirely.

She inspected my outfit seriously. Finally, after much deliberation she gestured to my chest and said, "We need to hide those." All of a sudden, I saw the light bulb click on over her head. She dug around in her bottomless pit of a purse. After a minute she pulled out a small half-sweater and tossed it to me.

"I was planning on wearing this under my jersey if I got cold." She explained.

"You couldn't have just remembered that to begin with?!" I screeched.

She shrugged apologetically. I sighed and shook my head. That was typical Annie. We ran back inside the Igloo, shrieking and shivering in the cold.