Chapter 2: A Day off

(Note on this part that this is not a slash fic. It is just two good friends hanging out. Also I am currently waiting for D2 to arrive. I ordered it from amazon.com's market place. This is kind of a variation on the beach scene.)

They were discussing what to do now. "We could go watch the hockey game today." Julie suggested. "It's Canada Vs Italy."

"I think I'm going back to the room and sleep for a few more hours." I said and headed that way.

Jesse ran to catch up with. "Cake eater you okay?"

I stopped walking. "Fine just a little tired. That Iceland game wore me out."

"And it wore out your wrist."

That is two people that have noticed my wrist today. Guess that's what makes Jesse a good best friend. I looked at him quizzically. "Your ace bandage." He informed me pointing at my still wrapped wrist.

"Don't tell the coach Jesse. My wrist is fine, just sore. Any wrist would be sore after having a hockey stick broken over it. By the Germany game tomorrow it'll be back to normal." I quickly changed the subject. "So what are you going to do today?"

"I was going to catch a bus and go to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but everyone else is either going to rest or go to the hockey game today."

"I'll go with you. I've been wanting to see it."

We walked to a bus stop and found out we had the right bus. It was a short bus ride and soon we were at the Hollywood Walk of Fame. We spent an hour looking at all the stars on the sidewalk. "Man I don't know about you," Jesse said, "but I'm hungry."

It was almost two. Man had the time flown. I almost had forgotten about my wrist. We found a café and ordered some sandwiches. I looked at the clock on the wall. The Tylenol was probably going to wear off soon. I hadn't brought the Tylenol with me. So I guess I'd have to wait.

We decided to take a bus back to the dorm. As we exited the bus, we ran into three members of the Iceland team. My wrist was already starting to ache so I did not want to have anything to do with them. I started to walk around them when Gunner grabbed me by my right arm. One of the other guys with him, Sanderson, was the one who had hit me with the hockey stick. Jesse got in his face and he let go of my arm.

"We proved Team USA's not so great." Gunner said.

"By cheating." Jesse said.

"A win's a win." Another Iceland member said. The way he said it reminded me of when I was a Hawk. Coach Riley always told us to win at any cost.

I saw all three of them were staring at my wrist. I was starting to feel like I was wearing a sign that said my wrist is injured. But before any of them could make a remark Portman and Fulton came over. Fulton pushed Gunner hard. I jumped out of the way in case a fistfight broke out. I couldn't fight with one hand.

"Break it up!" A Junior Goodwill game official said running up to us.

"They started it." Jesse said pointing at Gunner.

"Go now and we won't report it." The official said. I think I had seen him at the hockey game yesterday.

We started to leave. Gunner turned around and said, "Team USA is just a bunch of wimps." Portman looked like he was about to go after Gunner but Jesse and Fulton grabbed him by the arms and led him away.

'So much for a nice day off.'