The game ended with the Sabres winning 6-3, yet another ironic thing, since the first game she had seen against the Bruins, the Sabres had won 6-3 also. They filed out with everyone else, but made their way to the locker room with their press passes, escorted by security. They waited outside for about 10 minutes, and were finally let in once all the players were in somewhat suitable attire. Zoe walked in, staring at everything in awe. Sans helped her walk a little, and coincidently, they went straight up to Derek Roy.
Sans introduced them to him. "Hi, my name is Steven, and this is my friend Zoe."
"Hey, yea, I saw you guys sitting behind the bench. I love your jersey, Zoe," he said as he smiled that same amazing smile that he always had that she fell in love with.
"Uh… thanks…" she said faintly. "I, uh, have a question…"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Uh… could you… sign… my…"
Sans noticed she was having difficulties. He had never known that she liked Derek Roy THAT much… "She wants to know if you'll sign her jersey, and if you'll sign her lips with yours."
When Zoe had realized that he had just said that, she suddenly shot to attention.
"Wait, did you just say what I think you said?" she said to him.
"Yea… Come on, you told me you wanted to say it, but you wouldn't be able to because you'd be too in awe, which is exactly what happened. I know you're dying to kiss him."
"Sans…" she said, but was inturrpted by Roy.
"I'd love to sign your jersey and your lips."
She shot her head to look at him. "Seriously?"
"Seriously. Do you have a marker for your jersey?"
"Uh, yea, lemme get it… Hey, would you mind if I got a picture of you kissing me too?" she said, rummaging through her bag.
"Sure, why not? And we can have a good one too."
She never thought a jock could be this nice. It was the weirdest thing in the world. She pulled her camera out with a permanent marker, handed the camera to Sans, and handed the marker to Derek.
"How about the kiss first, then I'll sign it," he said.
"Okay. Is the camera ready, Sans?"
"Yupp, it's ready," Sans answered her.
"Okay." She looked at Derek and smiled. "I just can't believe you said yes…"
"Hey, why not? You're pretty hot." He smiled again.
She giggled like a little girl. "Thanks…"
He grabbed her waist with one of his hands while he took his other hand and put it to her face, somewhat like the way Chris had done the other day, but kind of hotter. He leaned forward, and kissed her, first just a small yet passionate kiss (which she saw the flash go off through her closed eyelids), and then he forced her lips apart and slipped his tongue in, again like Chris had done. She saw the flash of her camera go off again, and was so happy she had thought of taking a picture to prove what she had done. She put her hands on his waste and pulled herself closer to him, forcing his tongue even deeper.
I'm so fucking lucky! She thought to herself. I'm kissing one of the hottest Buffalo Sabres right now, and there are going to be pictures to PROVE IT! Not to mention, that I'm also lucky since he's the shortest player and I'm not too tall myself…
He finished the "kiss" (it was more like a make out) with one little kiss on the corner of her mouth, and she was almost speechless as she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"So, where do you want me to sign it?" he asked, pulling the marker out of his back pocket where he must've slipped it.
"Uh, right here. On the logo," she said, holding out the giant yellow buffalo from her jersey.
Right when he was about to sign it, Lindy Ruff, the head coach of the Sabres, came into the locker room.
"Don't forget, boys, today's jerseys are going to be given away as game-worn jerseys, and we're getting new ones tomorrow. That's all. Good game." And with that, he left.
"Hey, do you want my jersey instead? I'll sign both of them," Derek said to Zoe.
"Oh my God, that'd be AMAZING!"
"Okay, lemme go see if it's clean yet." He left to go find it, and Zoe turned to face Sans.
"Oh my God…" she said.
"That kiss was pretty hot," he smiled. "I got a few pictures for you."
"Thanks, Sans!" she hugged him. "You are amazing!"
"Hey, no problem."
Derek Roy came back, carrying his clean jersey.
"Now you'll have an away and a home jersey," he said, handing his jersey to her. "You can just give me your phone number or something, and I'll call you when they have the little tags that say "Game Worn" on them so you can bring it in and get it put on."
"Okay, thanks so much!"
"Yea, no problem. But now, I have to sign them."
"Oh, yea." She held out the buffalo again. He signed it, but told her not to read it until later. "Okay…"
He picked up her other jersey, and she slipped it on over her other one, and he signed it in the same place, and on the 9 on the back. Again he told her not to read it yet.
They then took a normal picture with her in her game-worn jersey.
"Well, I should probably be getting home… it IS a school night…" she said.
"Yea, just give me your number so I can call you."
"Oh yea, that's right." He pulled out a piece of paper from his little "cubby" and she wrote her number on it, and handed it back.
"Thank you so much again for everything!" she said, hugging him.
"Hey, no problem. I love my fans," he said. "I'll talk to you soon, hopefully!"
"Yea, talk to you soon!" she said. He kissed her on the cheek, hugged her one more time, and she left.
"Thanks again!" she said as she walked towards the door. "Oh, wait! Do you have any other paper?" she asked.
"Yea, why?"
"Well, I promised two of my friends I'd get kisses from their favorite players, and maybe autographs."
"Oh, who?"
"Vanek and Afinogenov."
"Oh, okay. YO! TOM! MAX! COME HERE!" he screamed across the locker room.
"Hi," she said as they came over.
"My friend Zoe here wants your autographs and kisses for her friends," Roy told them.
They both agreed to it, and each signed the pieces of paper, kissing them after. It was a little weird, but Zoe couldn't possibly kiss them after she had just kissed Derek Roy AND Sans. Plus, there was no way to "pass on the kisses" to her friends without kissing her friends, and that would just be really awkward…
"Thank you again, so much, all of you!" she said, hugging each of them. She walked out of the locker room with a huge smile on her face, she knew, but she didn't care. She couldn't smile enough to show just how happy she was.
"So, did you have a good time?" Sans asked her as they walked out of the arena.
"No, I had an amazing time! Thank you so much, Sans!"
"No problem! It's just the way I am…" he smiled.
She stopped walking. "Steven, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
She took a breath and breathed out, noticing that she could see her breath. "Steven, would you like to go out with me sometime?"
He gaped at her. "Zoe… no."
"What?"
"Zoe, will YOU go out with ME sometime?"
Zoe stood there looking at him. "I just asked you that."
"No, you asked me if I would go you with YOU. The guy is supposed to ask. So, would you like to go out with me?"
She smiled. "I would love to. As long as I get to call you my boyfriend…"
"Of course. Can I call you my girlfriend then?"
"Of course."
Steven started walking again.
"Wait," Zoe said, grabbing his hand.
"Yes?"
She pulled him closer to her, put her hand on his cheek, pulled his head down a little to reach hers, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck, and they stood on the walkway just kissing each other. It was more romantic than she thought it would've been. It wasn't any fancy kiss, it was a simple kiss, but it was still so romantic. She didn't want to let go of him; he was just so perfect right now. And, she didn't care how many people had seen her on TV, they were boyfriend and girlfriend now, they could have their own PDA moments!
They walked back to the car holding hands, keeping close in the nippy weather, and were back at her house around 11 o'clock, just like she had told her mom.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said to him as she opened the door.
"Yea, goodnight, Zoe!" he said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Goodnight!"
She walked up to her front door, unlocked it, and waved at him before she went in. She couldn't believe she actually was going to be Steven's girlfriend. She couldn't wait to tell someone. Which reminded her; she had to call Isabelle.
