"Thanks." Becky said as she handed the taxi driver his money and stepped out into the street. She stood on the sidewalk besides Stacy and looked around. "There it is..." She pointed at the Hockey rink. "Wanna just head over there?"
"Might as well." Stacy replied. "That's where Uncle Gordon is right?" She asked.
"Yeah." Becky replied. "Let's go." They walked towards the rink and stopped before they went inside. "I don't want to do this." She shook her head in disbelief and put her bags down on the pavement. "Do we have to?" Stacy laughed.
"Come on, Beck." Stacy pushed open the door and walked inside. She headed down the bleachers and up to the penalty box where Gordon was sitting, talking to some of the players. Becky stayed outside. "Hey Uncle Gordon." Stacy mumbled. Gordon smiled and turned around.
"Stacy!" He pushed the door of the box open and ran over to her, throwing his arms around her. He hugged her tightly. "It's so nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you, too. I think everything's gonna be alright." Gordon nodded and kissed her on the forehead.
"I think so, too." He looked around with a confused expression on his face. "Where's your sister?"
"Outside." She replied. Gordon frowned. He walked over to the boards and called the players in.
"Hey everyone. This is one of my nieces I was telling you about. Her name is Stacy. Stacy, this is the team. Um... I'm gonna go find Becky... get aquainted." Stacy sighed as the players began introducing themselves and Gordon walked towards the door. He pushed it open to find Becky sitting on the curb with her bags. "Sweetheart!" He called out. Becky didn't look up. Gordon walked over and sat beside her. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. "Not to happy to see your Uncle Gordon?"
"It's not that... I love you... but I miss home. This isn't my home. I'm not gonna fit in here. And I'm not too sure I wanna fit in."
"Oh, come on, Beck. The Ducks aren't that bad... Stacy's been in there with them for about a minute and she hasn't run out screaming yet." Becky laughed a little. "That's the Becky I like to see." He said, pulling her into a firm hug. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He asked her.
"Shut up!" She said, hitting him in the arm. "Might as well get this over with... I'm not gonna have to live with them, am I?"
"We'll talk about that later." Gordon said, picking up one of Becky's bags and pulling her to her feet with his other hand.
"I don't like the sound of that." Becky mumbled as they walked inside. They were greeted at the door by one of the players. Becky looked at him. He had curly dark brown hair that was held away from his eyes by a bandana. His eyes were deep brown and Becky found herself almost lost in them. He was the perfect build. Not too muscular, but he certainly was in shape.
"I was getting worried about you, Coach." He said.
'That voice!' Becky thought to herself. It was the guy from the phone earlier. 'Figures'. She thought. Gordon laughed a little.
"You must be Becky." Dean said, extending his hand. Becky shook it half-heartedly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You're right. It is your pleasure." She said as she walked passed him and down to the boards to join Stacy.
"Ouch!" Dean said, grabbing his gut. "That wasn't very nice."
"Don't worry she'll loosen up." Gordon said, patting Dean on the back.
"I hope so." Dean replied. Gordon and Dean followed Becky down to the rest of the team. Stacy and Becky were sitting in the penalty box. Becky had her head burried between her knees and Stacy was having a conversation with Connie and Julie.
"I see you've met the other girls." Gordon said to Stacy. She looked at him and smiled. "That's good because they're going to be your roommates." Becky let out a tremendous sigh. Dean smiled. "We'll get your stuff over there and get all settled in after practice." Gordon patted Dean on the back. "But for now, the rest of you get back on the ice. You Ducks need some practice." Stacy wrapped her arm around Becky, whose head was still down, and pulled her closer. Dean jumped over the boards and joined the rest of the team to finish practice.
"Might as well." Stacy replied. "That's where Uncle Gordon is right?" She asked.
"Yeah." Becky replied. "Let's go." They walked towards the rink and stopped before they went inside. "I don't want to do this." She shook her head in disbelief and put her bags down on the pavement. "Do we have to?" Stacy laughed.
"Come on, Beck." Stacy pushed open the door and walked inside. She headed down the bleachers and up to the penalty box where Gordon was sitting, talking to some of the players. Becky stayed outside. "Hey Uncle Gordon." Stacy mumbled. Gordon smiled and turned around.
"Stacy!" He pushed the door of the box open and ran over to her, throwing his arms around her. He hugged her tightly. "It's so nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you, too. I think everything's gonna be alright." Gordon nodded and kissed her on the forehead.
"I think so, too." He looked around with a confused expression on his face. "Where's your sister?"
"Outside." She replied. Gordon frowned. He walked over to the boards and called the players in.
"Hey everyone. This is one of my nieces I was telling you about. Her name is Stacy. Stacy, this is the team. Um... I'm gonna go find Becky... get aquainted." Stacy sighed as the players began introducing themselves and Gordon walked towards the door. He pushed it open to find Becky sitting on the curb with her bags. "Sweetheart!" He called out. Becky didn't look up. Gordon walked over and sat beside her. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. "Not to happy to see your Uncle Gordon?"
"It's not that... I love you... but I miss home. This isn't my home. I'm not gonna fit in here. And I'm not too sure I wanna fit in."
"Oh, come on, Beck. The Ducks aren't that bad... Stacy's been in there with them for about a minute and she hasn't run out screaming yet." Becky laughed a little. "That's the Becky I like to see." He said, pulling her into a firm hug. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He asked her.
"Shut up!" She said, hitting him in the arm. "Might as well get this over with... I'm not gonna have to live with them, am I?"
"We'll talk about that later." Gordon said, picking up one of Becky's bags and pulling her to her feet with his other hand.
"I don't like the sound of that." Becky mumbled as they walked inside. They were greeted at the door by one of the players. Becky looked at him. He had curly dark brown hair that was held away from his eyes by a bandana. His eyes were deep brown and Becky found herself almost lost in them. He was the perfect build. Not too muscular, but he certainly was in shape.
"I was getting worried about you, Coach." He said.
'That voice!' Becky thought to herself. It was the guy from the phone earlier. 'Figures'. She thought. Gordon laughed a little.
"You must be Becky." Dean said, extending his hand. Becky shook it half-heartedly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You're right. It is your pleasure." She said as she walked passed him and down to the boards to join Stacy.
"Ouch!" Dean said, grabbing his gut. "That wasn't very nice."
"Don't worry she'll loosen up." Gordon said, patting Dean on the back.
"I hope so." Dean replied. Gordon and Dean followed Becky down to the rest of the team. Stacy and Becky were sitting in the penalty box. Becky had her head burried between her knees and Stacy was having a conversation with Connie and Julie.
"I see you've met the other girls." Gordon said to Stacy. She looked at him and smiled. "That's good because they're going to be your roommates." Becky let out a tremendous sigh. Dean smiled. "We'll get your stuff over there and get all settled in after practice." Gordon patted Dean on the back. "But for now, the rest of you get back on the ice. You Ducks need some practice." Stacy wrapped her arm around Becky, whose head was still down, and pulled her closer. Dean jumped over the boards and joined the rest of the team to finish practice.