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((a/n: I got my computer back and I'm off punishment! Woot, woot! Thanks so much for all the reviews, I really appreciate it. I'll update soon and move Julie/Dean forward. Hope you like this chapter and look out for some a/n with info you probably didn't know. 0x0x))


Dean's POV

The dorms are insane. It's an eight floor building full of hormonal teenagers. Are they out of their freaking minds? But its only 10 minutes to Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, where most of the games are taking place. It's gonna be pretty insane. Me and Fulton are in the same dorm. It's insanely small, it's our two twin sized beds and one small closet. I came through the small door with a big box in my arms. Fulton was hanging a Nirvana poster on the wall between the two beds.

"Fult, check this out." I put the box down on the bedside table and pulled out the stereo inside.

"Oh sick, dude. Who was the stupid ass that put us in the same dorm?"

"I dunno but they're about to regret it." Once I was done I plopped myself down on the bed farthest from the door. I leaned my back against the uncomfortable headboard and shut my eyes. I was so tired. The flight to L.A. was at 7am. So that means we had to get to the airport by 5:30. That means we woke up around 4. It was only around 1 in the afternoon and we only had 2 hours to get unpacked before we had a press conference. Our first game is tomorrow and I wanna say it's against Italy but I'm so tired I don't remember. Fulton threw a pillow at me that I put behind my head. I leaned back and closed my eyes.

"So you're sweet on Julie, huh?" I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He sat down on his own bed and was staring at me waiting for my answer.

"What are you talking about?" Coach Bombay knocked on the door.

"Hey guys. Fult can you come out here a sec so we can talk?" Fulton got off the bed and eyed Dean.

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about." Then he left the room.

What is going on between us? Nothing serious. I mean yeah, maybe I do like her but whatever, she's my teammate. And I guess you could say we flirt sometimes. Why was everyone blowing things out of proportion? Besides I'm still not convinced that her and Banks don't have something going on. And if there was something going on between us, it's our business, what's the big deal? Fulton came back into the room and resumed his place on the bed. "What did Bombay want?"

"Don't change the subject, Portman."

"Okay, why don't you tell me exactly what you want to hear?"

"You and Julie."

"What about us?"

"Are you guys just friends or what?"

"We're friends. And so what if there was more? What is the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you're Dean Portman and she's Julie Gaffney."

"So?"

"So you're older than her, you're way more experienced than her; you bash people for a living, you have a tattoo, and all you care about is hockey and partying."

"You forgot music." I joked.

"And she's…younger, less experienced, rich, petite goalie with a nice family and pretty much everything you're not."

"Point?"

"The point is that if you two did get together, you'd pretty much have the entire universe out to break you up. I just wanted to warn you, as a friend, to not get so serious with her."

"And what if I want to be serious with her?" Fulton raised his eyebrows.

"How do you even know she wants to?" Well that I couldn't answer. I could usually sense it when a girl was into me. But Julie was different. There are days when I swear she is flirting with me and others when I have no idea what s going on in her head. I have no clue what's gonna happen between me and her but I'm looking forward to finding out.

End POV

Welcome to Los Angeles, California, and the Junior Goodwill Games as teams from around the world arrive to compete in both winter and summer events. The U.S.A. is expected to score well in the medal count especially in basketball, swimming and hockey. And there's Team U.S.A. hockey led by Coach Gordon Bombay. They're looking fit and anxious to begin the competition.
((Just so you know where we are.))

THE GAME AGAINST TRINIDAD
"Tonight's game matches the second-seeded Team U.S.A. against the tenth-seeded team, Trinidad Tobago. This marks the first game for Team U.S.A in this double-elimination, winner-take-all tournament. Gordon Bombay looks to have his team well in control here. They lead six to nothing."
((a/n: If you watch the movie the announcer guy does say six to nothing but the scoreboard says seven to nothing. It's a well-known blooper. But during the game U.S.A. scores 3 times and the final score is 9-2. The scoreboard is actually wrong and the announcer was right.))

Julie's POV
 So basically this is a double elimination, winner takes all tournament. The teams competing are Iceland, Germany, U.S.A., Italy, Trinidad, Russia, Canada, France, Denmark and Sweden. Italy, Trinidad and Sweden have already lost one game. Our game tonight is against Trinidad and if we win, they are out of the tournament.
Out on the ice are Adam, Connie, Dwayne, Charlie, Ken and Dean. Golburg is goalie, so that means I'm sitting on the bench cheering for my team. Not that I mind but being backup as Bombay so lovingly put it, definitely sucks. Oh right the game. Connie steals the puck, passes to Adam who passes to Dwayne who passes to Charlie who fakes and Connie scores. Adam comes in and Jesse goes out. That makes the score seven to zip. Jesse steals the puck, ouch gets hooked pretty badly and…gets a penalty. At least things aren't completely boring. Since yesterday's practice Dean and Fulton have been referring to themselves as the "Bash Brothers" and I can't help but agree as I watch them play. They are definitely the enforcers on our team. They skate over the ice steadily knocking every Trinidad player down, Fulton passes to Dean who scores. The crowd goes wild. I guess they like Dean as much as I do…shut up brain. Not sure what really happened but Trinidad just scored. There goes the shutout. Connie has the puck, passes to Ken who wraps around the net and scores. At some point after that Trinidad scored again but whatever, it was all over. The final score was 9-2. I'm trying really hard to celebrate with the rest of my team but I didn't do anything. Connie played a really good game; she scored two of the game points. And she's my roommate so I'm gonna have to deal with her tonight.

"All right, way to go! That wasn't a game that was a statement."
That's right, put a big happy smile on my face as we head back to the locker room.

Once we were all changed the whole team decided to hang out at a pizzeria down the street. Great so now I have to pretend to be happy and listen to crap with my own team. Rumors about me and Adam haven't yet completely died down yet and new ones about me and Dean are starting. I grab the red, white and blue Team U.S.A. bag and start walking in the opposite direction than the team. I went back into the now empty hockey rink and sat in the same place on the bench.
"Hey." I turned around quickly to see Dean standing there. "What are you doing in here? Why didn't you go for pizza with everyone?"
"Why didn't you?"
"Didn't feel up to it." He sat down next to me and I smelled that perfect cologne he wears again. "So what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"You sitting on the bench of an empty hockey rink don't look like nothing. C'mon talk to me." He said playfully nudging me with his shoulder.
"You're happy right? I mean with the game and how it went. We did well and you played a great game."
"Well I had hoped we could keep a shutout on those guys but winning by seven is still pretty awesome. So yeah I guess I'm happy with it. Why?"
"I'm not happy with it. Yeah we won and that's great. But I didn't play, never once did my ass leave the bench. And I get that Golburg is starting. But it doesn't make it suck any less that I did nothing to contribute to the game. That's why I'm having such a hard time celebrating."
"That does suck. But Jul, you can't focus on the bad. You did amazing in practice this morning. You just gotta wait it out and eventually you will get your shot. Bombay knows what he's doing."
"Yeah I know. I guess you're right."
"Of course I am!" He joked and smiled widely. I smiled back. Then I noticed he has a dimple dead in the middle of his cheek.

Tomorrow was another Press Conference, another sponsored Photo Shoot and a game against Italy.

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