A/N: Okay, chap might not be that long cuz my fingers are hurting really bad. I cut like, three or four of my fingers on my hockey skates. I know it sounds stupid, but I actually cut my fingers trying to get the ice off the blades. O, and to clear up any confussion there might be, this fic is as if No More Mistakes ever existed. Since nobody seemed to really like No More Mistakes I kinda gave up on it. Anywho, R&R, Mel
Chapter 3
"Is here yet?" Gordo asked his girlfriend nervously. Lizzie looked up into the stands and saw a bored looking man with a suit on talking to the coach. "I think so," she answered fixing Gordo's jersey.
"Lizzie, I don't think I can do this," Gordo said shaking his head. "Yes, you can. Don't think about it, just relaxe," Lizzie answered as she wrapping her arms around him.
Today was the Friday of the big game, the day the scout from the NHL was coming to look for new prospects. The whole team was nervous, but especially Gordo. Whether or not he did good in this game determined whether or not he got picked by the scout. And if he got picked, that meant he would finally be able to marry Lizzie, something he had been waiting to do since they first started college.
"I just don't want to blow it," he said embracing her. "You won't," Lizzie said resting her head on his chest. "How do you know?" he asked kissing the top of her head.
"I just do," Lizzie answered slyly snuggling deeper into his chest. "Oh really, are you psycic or something?" Gordo asked jokingly as he picked her up and set her on his lap after sitting on the bleachers, which was pretty hard considering that he had his huge hockey pants on.
"Just think of it as another game. No final game. No talent scout. Just another game," Lizzie answered setting her forehead against his. "But that's hard, I mean everything is riding on how well I do in this game. Whether or not we get married depends on this game," Gordo explained rubbing her back.
"If you don't get picked, and we don't get married right now, doesn't mean we'll never get married. We'll just have to wait a little bit," Lizzie said playing with his messy curls.
"I don't want to wait," he said pouting playfully. In response, Lizzie just gave him a passionate kiss until they were interrupted. "Yo, Gordon, it's time to start the game, you can kiss your girlfriend anytime," the coach said slapping his back, making them jolt apart quickly.
Gordo stood up and set his helmet over his wild head of curls and heading towards the ice. "This is it," he sighed. "Don't worry, I know you'll do great," Lizzie said getting on her tip toes and kissing him lightly. "Go get 'em," she said smiling.
She went up to the top bleachers to watch the game when she met an unwanted face. "Oh, hello, Lizzie," Rose said nastily, "you know Gordo would have said 'yes' to my invitation if you weren't there."
"I'm sure he would have, Rose," Lizzie said sarcastically. "You know, the only reason he's with you is cause of your "pretty" face, if you could call it that," Rose spat at her, "he needs someone with that and more. Someone like me."
"Rose, isn't that an oximoron? The name Rose being pretty and the actual holder of the name being ugly as a baboon's butt?" said a girl from behind Rose. She had straight dark red hair and ocean blue eyes.
"Oh, hello, Sam," Rose said her name as if it were something about to bite her, then scurring off. Rose was relitively afraid of Sam, having been givin a black eye by her in their first year of college after she threw an empty soda can at her head. After that, Lizzie and Sam were instantly friends.
"Thanks, Sam," Lizzie said as her friend sat down next to her. "No problem, game started yet?" Sam asked. "Just started," Lizzie answered.
"Is Gordo nervous? You know with the talent scout her and all," Sam asked taking a Wolverines flag out of her backpack. "Oh yeah," Lizzie said pushing a piece of hair from her face and reaching for her own backpack. She pulled it over the bleacher, causing the zipper to give and all her wedding planning magazines to spill out and Lizzie to blush.
"I have a feeling there's something your not telling me," Sam said picking up one of the magazines and smirking. "Well," Lizzie began grabbing the magazine away from her smirking friend, "if Gordo gets picked to train for the NHL and gets on a team, we can finally get married," Lizzie said, unable to control the smile that was fighting it's way onto her lips.
At that, both girls squealed like they were fourteen instead of twenty-one. "Thats so cool!" Sam said waving her flag for no particular reason. The referee whistled signaling the openeing face off, and the game started.
Finally, it was the end of the first period and Gordo wasn't doing well at all. The Wolverines were down by four pionts already. "Ugh, this doesn't look good," Lizzie said looking at the scoreboard and cringing.
The coach came over to the benches and signaled for Lizzie to come to him. "Lizzie, I need you to help Gordo somehow," the coach said scratching his bald head. "How?" she asked. "I dunno, he needs-he needs some sort of motivation," he answered.
Lizzie walked over to the players bench and squeezed herself in besides Gordo. "Hey, honey," she said in the sweetest tone possible. "Hey," he answered bluntly. "Gordo, forget about the talent scout out there, just, play," Lizzie said grasping his sweaty hand.
"Well, unless you have some sort of miracle cure for how bad I'm playing today, I don't think thjat's going to happen," he grumbled. With that said she grabbed his face and kissed him like she had never kissed anybody before. She only stopped when the reff blew the whistle to start the second period.
"Do you feel better?" she asked when she pulled away. Gordo just nodded numbly and Lizzie went back up to the bleachers.
Gordo playedg reat the rest of the game, getting three goals, and six assists. The wolverines won by two.
"Gordo, you did great," Lizzie said as he came off the ice. "I believe I have you to thank for that," Gordo said smiling and wrapping her in his arm. He was leaning in to kiss her when someone came up to them.
The man held out his hand to Gordo and said, "Mr. Gordon, my name is Mike Hawthorn, scout for the NHL."
A/N:okay, longer than I expected. Anywho, review, please. Mel
Chapter 3
"Is here yet?" Gordo asked his girlfriend nervously. Lizzie looked up into the stands and saw a bored looking man with a suit on talking to the coach. "I think so," she answered fixing Gordo's jersey.
"Lizzie, I don't think I can do this," Gordo said shaking his head. "Yes, you can. Don't think about it, just relaxe," Lizzie answered as she wrapping her arms around him.
Today was the Friday of the big game, the day the scout from the NHL was coming to look for new prospects. The whole team was nervous, but especially Gordo. Whether or not he did good in this game determined whether or not he got picked by the scout. And if he got picked, that meant he would finally be able to marry Lizzie, something he had been waiting to do since they first started college.
"I just don't want to blow it," he said embracing her. "You won't," Lizzie said resting her head on his chest. "How do you know?" he asked kissing the top of her head.
"I just do," Lizzie answered slyly snuggling deeper into his chest. "Oh really, are you psycic or something?" Gordo asked jokingly as he picked her up and set her on his lap after sitting on the bleachers, which was pretty hard considering that he had his huge hockey pants on.
"Just think of it as another game. No final game. No talent scout. Just another game," Lizzie answered setting her forehead against his. "But that's hard, I mean everything is riding on how well I do in this game. Whether or not we get married depends on this game," Gordo explained rubbing her back.
"If you don't get picked, and we don't get married right now, doesn't mean we'll never get married. We'll just have to wait a little bit," Lizzie said playing with his messy curls.
"I don't want to wait," he said pouting playfully. In response, Lizzie just gave him a passionate kiss until they were interrupted. "Yo, Gordon, it's time to start the game, you can kiss your girlfriend anytime," the coach said slapping his back, making them jolt apart quickly.
Gordo stood up and set his helmet over his wild head of curls and heading towards the ice. "This is it," he sighed. "Don't worry, I know you'll do great," Lizzie said getting on her tip toes and kissing him lightly. "Go get 'em," she said smiling.
She went up to the top bleachers to watch the game when she met an unwanted face. "Oh, hello, Lizzie," Rose said nastily, "you know Gordo would have said 'yes' to my invitation if you weren't there."
"I'm sure he would have, Rose," Lizzie said sarcastically. "You know, the only reason he's with you is cause of your "pretty" face, if you could call it that," Rose spat at her, "he needs someone with that and more. Someone like me."
"Rose, isn't that an oximoron? The name Rose being pretty and the actual holder of the name being ugly as a baboon's butt?" said a girl from behind Rose. She had straight dark red hair and ocean blue eyes.
"Oh, hello, Sam," Rose said her name as if it were something about to bite her, then scurring off. Rose was relitively afraid of Sam, having been givin a black eye by her in their first year of college after she threw an empty soda can at her head. After that, Lizzie and Sam were instantly friends.
"Thanks, Sam," Lizzie said as her friend sat down next to her. "No problem, game started yet?" Sam asked. "Just started," Lizzie answered.
"Is Gordo nervous? You know with the talent scout her and all," Sam asked taking a Wolverines flag out of her backpack. "Oh yeah," Lizzie said pushing a piece of hair from her face and reaching for her own backpack. She pulled it over the bleacher, causing the zipper to give and all her wedding planning magazines to spill out and Lizzie to blush.
"I have a feeling there's something your not telling me," Sam said picking up one of the magazines and smirking. "Well," Lizzie began grabbing the magazine away from her smirking friend, "if Gordo gets picked to train for the NHL and gets on a team, we can finally get married," Lizzie said, unable to control the smile that was fighting it's way onto her lips.
At that, both girls squealed like they were fourteen instead of twenty-one. "Thats so cool!" Sam said waving her flag for no particular reason. The referee whistled signaling the openeing face off, and the game started.
Finally, it was the end of the first period and Gordo wasn't doing well at all. The Wolverines were down by four pionts already. "Ugh, this doesn't look good," Lizzie said looking at the scoreboard and cringing.
The coach came over to the benches and signaled for Lizzie to come to him. "Lizzie, I need you to help Gordo somehow," the coach said scratching his bald head. "How?" she asked. "I dunno, he needs-he needs some sort of motivation," he answered.
Lizzie walked over to the players bench and squeezed herself in besides Gordo. "Hey, honey," she said in the sweetest tone possible. "Hey," he answered bluntly. "Gordo, forget about the talent scout out there, just, play," Lizzie said grasping his sweaty hand.
"Well, unless you have some sort of miracle cure for how bad I'm playing today, I don't think thjat's going to happen," he grumbled. With that said she grabbed his face and kissed him like she had never kissed anybody before. She only stopped when the reff blew the whistle to start the second period.
"Do you feel better?" she asked when she pulled away. Gordo just nodded numbly and Lizzie went back up to the bleachers.
Gordo playedg reat the rest of the game, getting three goals, and six assists. The wolverines won by two.
"Gordo, you did great," Lizzie said as he came off the ice. "I believe I have you to thank for that," Gordo said smiling and wrapping her in his arm. He was leaning in to kiss her when someone came up to them.
The man held out his hand to Gordo and said, "Mr. Gordon, my name is Mike Hawthorn, scout for the NHL."
A/N:okay, longer than I expected. Anywho, review, please. Mel