((Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. Not the characters, locations or movies. I do however own the historical backgrounds on the characters. Flashbacks and such, yes I wrote them.))

Julie Gaffney, fifteen years old, leaned against the smooth wall of the elevator. Her huge hockey bag sat next to her. The new members of the team were staying in the Minneapolis Liberty Hotel until training ended and they flew to L.A. for the Junior Good Will Games Competition. They were all meeting in the lobby and then going to their first team practice. Julie's body was buzzing with excitement. She hadn't met anyone else from the team yet and she was so anxious to get back on the ice again. She wore tight denim capris, a tight black tank top and converse high-tops. Her hair pulled back in a long blonde braid. It was a little showy, but she couldn't exactly have a bad first impression on an entire team full of boys. At the fifth floor a skinny Asian kid stepped onto the elevator with her and rode the rest of the way to the lobby. As soon as the elevator doors opened Julie recognized the eccentric Don Tibbles standing in the middle of the lobby. He had a small group of teenagers around him.

"Miss Gaffney! Mr. Wu! Over here please." Julie and Ken came over and joined the group. Don counted heads mutely. "We're still missing… ah yes, Portman." The group collectively turned toward the elevator that Dean Portman had just stepped out of. Julie felt a pang in her stomach that signaled her immediate attraction to him. It wasn't just that he was incredibly gorgeous and muscular. He was a bad boy. Julie had a huge soft spot for boys like Dean. She had dated a few of them back in Maine. A lot of it was Julie's rebellion against her parents, who wanted her to date a respectable society boy with a nice family. Julie was far too easily taken to as the adorable, innocent little rich girl. Little did most people know…

Dean's POV

This whole getting picked for Team USA was awesome and all but there I was thinking we were going straight to L.A. But first we have stupid session training in shit hole Minnesota. I've been here before, after all Chicago was only about six hours from here. My friends and I used to drive up here to see some North Star games. And I can tell you, there is not much to see in this town except…her. Tell me that tiny girl is not the leading goalie of New England. She's got to be like what…5'4.

"Okay, that's everyone. Let's go out to the van and head to practice." Don Tibbles said leading the way out the door of the hotel. This was my chance.

"Hey. You're Julie right?"

"Yeah." Julie said fiddling with the strap of her bag.

"I'm Dean Portman. You might've heard of me, I was on Morgan Park from Chicago. I think we played Bangor in the semi-finals.'

"Nope, sorry." She said reaching for her bag.

"You want some help with that?" Julie smiled to her self. Why did guys always assume she couldn't carry anything?

"No, thanks." She easily slung the bag over her shoulder and walked out the door.