The next day flew by, and before she knew it, it was already 3:30 Wednesday afternoon. Zoe brushed her hair into a ponytail, making sure every strand of it was in the perfect place. She already had jeans and one of her many Sabres t-shirts on, and she slipped on her Roy Jersey. She absolutely loved the Sabres, and couldn't wait to finally meet them. Still, she wondered why and how Sans had gotten those tickets and press passes. It wasn't a normal thing to find. Not to mention that the first game she had ever gone to was also against the Boston Bruins. For some reason, she didn't think THAT was just a coincidence.

She heard his car pull in at 3:55, grabbed her bag, and ran down the stairs.

"Sans is here, Mom. I'll see you later!" she screamed to her mother as she came thundering down the stairs.

"Wait…" her mother came into view. "How late are you going to be?"

"I don't know… Probably like 11 o'clock? The game starts at 7, and it takes a while to get out of the city…"

"Ok, just if we're asleep be quiet."

"Ok. Bye, Mom!" she kissed her on the cheek.

"Have a good time!" And with that, Zoe went out the door and ran to his car.

"Hey," he said as she opened the passenger door.

"Hey! Oh, I'm so excited!"

"Me too. You have the tickets?"

"Yes, sir!" she said as he drove off onto the road.

"So, where do you want to go for dinner?"

"Hmm… well, how about T.G.I. Friday's? We can park in the garage, then take the train to Friday's, then take it back to the arena."

"Ok, sounds good to me."

It took roughly 35 minutes to get downtown, and there were parked and on the train by 4:45. They ate dinner at Friday's and were back at the arena by 6:30. Both dressed in Sabres gear, they made their way to the arena, hardly able to control their energy at all.

"I still can't believe I'm actually going to get to MEET them! This is just amazing."

"Do you think you'll pass out when you meet Derek Roy?" he asked her, looking at her and smiling.

"Not pass out, just be absolutely stunned and speechless," she laughed. "And I have the perfect thing to say to him, trusting I'll be able to talk after a few breaths."

"And what's that?"

She laughed. "Well, it sounds pretty silly, and I'm sure he won't do it, but I'm going to say 'Can you please sign my lips with yours?'" She laughed again. "Yea, it'll never happen, but it doesn't hurt to hope, you know?"

They walked in through the arena, and found their seats right behind the bench. Steven left to go buy some drinks, and while Zoe was waiting, her phone rang. She found it in her purse and saw that Isabelle was calling.

"Yo, what's up, Belle?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just am SO absolutely excited that I will see you on TV tonight! It's going to be amazing! Make sure you wave every once in a while!"

"Oh, of course I will! I wish you guys were here too, though. It'd be awesome, the three of us going in the locker room… It's just like that dream I had, remember?"

Belle laughed. "Oh my god, that… That was the most awesome thing alive!"

"Well, I gotta get going. Sans is gonna be back any minute. Tell Blaire I say hey, and I'll try to get a kiss from Afinogenov for her. Same to you with Vanek! R-A-V for life!"

"WOO!! YEA! GO SABRES! Love you, Zo!"

"Love ya!"

Zoe hung up and placed her phone into her bag just as Steven came back carrying two Pepsis.

"Here you are, m' lady," he said, handing her one of them.

"Why, thank you very much, Steven!"

"No problem!"

The game began as it always did, with Sabretooth coming down from the ceiling on a rope, the huge introduction of the two teams, and the National Anthems. And with that, the puck was dropped, and the game was on!

At about 10 minutes left in the second period, the Sabres were in the lead 2-1, and as always, the arena people were taking charge of the quick break in play to do something fun with the audience, such as the Kiss Cam. Now, the rules of the Kiss Cam are simple. If the camera lands on you and you see yourself on the jumbotron, you have to kiss the man or woman next to you (whomever you are with). Zoe had always loved this, watching the older couples get caught on camera, then fiercely kiss each other, whereas the younger couples are just like "eh… I don't like PDA…" Yea, she wished they didn't like PDA so much at school either, especially first thing in the morning. Why ANYONE in their right mind would want their mouth being mashed with someone else's at 7AM was beyond her knowledge, and probably would be for as long as she lived. All she knew was that at 7AM, she would never find herself kissing someone, no matter how much she lov… and with that, her thoughts were interrupted by Sans KISSING HER. She was so shocked that she couldn't even close her eyes. She just sat there with him kissing her, her eyes wide open, staring at him. He pulled away from her, smiling, until he saw the look she was giving him.

"Oh my God… Poms, I'm so sorry… I really shouldn't have done that without asking you…" he said, sinking back into his seat.

"What was that for?" she asked him, still shocked.

"Weren't you watching? We were on the Kiss Cam…" he said, looking at her surprisingly. She guessed she had been watching, but not paying attention. She was too busy thinking about PDA at school, and how gross it is. How, though, would she have not noticed her own face on the jumbotron?

She turned to face Steven. "I'm sorry. You just shocked me. I guess I wasn't really paying attention."

"It's alright. I should've checked with you first anyway."

"Well, that was bad. Do it again," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, kiss me again. That was totally bad on my part. I should've actually done something."

"Well, it doesn't matter. We're not on the Kiss Cam anymore…"

"Well, no, but I want to kiss you."

He shot his head to look at her. "What?"

"I want to kiss you," she repeated herself.

"Wha…" was all he could get out.

"Fine, if you're not going to kiss me, I'm going to kiss you," and with that, she took his face in her hands and passionately kissed him. She felt his hand reach up and touch her face, brushing the hair out of the way, and lightly brushing her cheek with his thumb. It felt so different from the kiss from Chris; it felt almost better. She couldn't believe it. She had liked Chris since freshman year and still had that feeling that she liked him, yet Steven… she thought they were just friends. How could just friends share this passionate kiss and not pull away? For some reason, it just felt right kissing him. After what seemed like forever, they pulled away, Zoe faced forward to look at the game. She checked the clock and noticed it had only been about 5 seconds, even though it had felt like forever. Steven again interrupted her thoughts.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked her.

She looked at him and saw that cute smile on his face. "I don't know. I wanted to kiss you."

"But, why?"

"Because. I did."

"But, why?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" she slightly screamed at him. "I guess I like you!" At that exact moment the buzzer went off as Buffalo made a goal, and they shot up to cheer. As everyone sat down, the game went back into play, the excitement though, still hanging in the air.

"So, you like me?" he asked her.

"I guess so. I didn't know that I did until you kissed me, though," she laughed. "Sounds stupid, but whatever."

"No, it doesn't. Zoe, I'm so happy! I've been trying to tell you that I like you for quite sometime."

She looked at him again. "Are you serious? How long?"

"Uh… a few months…"

"Really?"

"No, not really. I can't lie. It's been about a few years, actually."

"What?!?"

He smiled. "Yea, it's been a few years. Sophomore year, when I moved here."

"Sans, how come you never told me?"

"I don't know… I didn't want to ruin our friendship…"

"You wouldn't have! I might've actually said yes." She smiled, but suddenly noticed her phone was ringing. She rummaged through her bag and found it right before it was going to go to her voicemail.

"Hello?"

"ZOE! IT'S BELLE! GET TO A QUIET PLACE RIGHT NOW!"

"Okay… hold on." She turned to Sans. "I'll be right back. I have to take this call."

"Alright. I'll tell you if anything happens."

She went up the aisle and found the bathroom. "What do you want?"

"HOLY SHIT! MOTHER VANEK! WHAT THE HELL?"

"What? What are you freaking out about?"

"YOU! YOU! YOU KISSED HIM!"

"Who?"

"SANS!"

"Wha… how did you know? That was like 2 seconds ago!"

"YOU WERE ON TV!"

"WHAT?!"

"YOU WERE ON NATIONAL TV LIP-LOCKED WITH STEVEN!"

"Oh my… no… this is bad… really bad…"

"Yea, no kidding! Now people will think you're going out!"

"No, it's not because of that… Oh my God… I hope Chris wasn't watching… just my luck, this is going to be the one game he's gonna watch…"

"Wait, why do you hope Chris isn't watching? Wait… did you just kiss Chris like today? Cause that'd be terrible…"

"No, I didn't kiss him today. I made out with him on Saturday and Sunday… Oh God… this is not good…"

"No, it's not. It's amazing! You are sooo a playa, ma chica! Wow… the most innocent of us all turns bad-ass… now we all know we can become what we want to become in life!"

Zoe laughed. "Iz, shut up. You're such a meanie. But really, I gotta get back. I don't want to miss the game!"

"Ok, ok. But just so you know, that lip-lock looked pretty hot. You might wanna be careful in school tomorrow."

"I'll call you when I get home, okay? Cause I wanna talk to you anyway."

"Alrighty. Talk to you later."

"Yupp, bye." She hung up and walked back to her aisle, waited for a break in play, and went back to her seat. There was 56 seconds left in play, and unfortunately the Bruins had made a goal within the time that she was gone, so the Sabres were still in the lead, but the score was close: 3-2. The buzzer rang for the break after 2nd period, and the Sabres came off the ice and walked down the hallway to the locker room, giving high fives to the people hanging their hands over the bars. Zoe could've sworn that as Derek Roy came walked past her in the bench, he winked at her. All she could do was smile, and hope she didn't look like a total freak.