"Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!" Amanda called out, running towards the house. She hoped he was there, he promised he would be. She rushed to the door and tossed it open, seeing him on the couch. "BOBBY!" She smiled happily and pounced him. "Guess what, guess what, guess what!" She was very hyper, as Bobby could tell. He guessed her first day was such a good day.
"What is it, baby girl?" He asked, placing her down on the couch beside him.
"I-met-this-guy-and-we-had-so-much-fun-and-I-got-to-meet-everybody-and-stuff!" She was talking so fast, probably no one could understand her. She probably couldn't even understand herself.
"Huh? What?" He smiled and hugged her. "I gather you had a good day… and somewhere in there I heard the word 'boy.'" He hid the frown. She was 17, she was at that age where boys meant everything and all that bullshit. Just as long as cough nothing cough happened cough. "Well, I'm glad you had a good day.. Do you like him?" He asked.
"Well," Amanda looked up. "He's really nice, and I think I do have a bit of a crush on him.. But I don't know him that good yet." She giggled. "I think I'm gonna wait.. 'Cause if he's an asshole, I don't want to date him."
Bobby smirked. "Yeah.." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked back to the game as Angel came in.
"Hey, girl!" He smiled and pulled her from Bobby. "Ya'll have a good day?"
She nodded ferociously.
"Good!" He smiled and patted her head. He looked over to Bobby. "Hey, there's a hockey game down at the lake.. You wanna go? Teach those amateurs how to really play?"
Amanda smiled to Bobby. "I want to play." She smiled brightly. "…I know how to play."
Bobby looked up to Angel, then back to her. "…We play rough." He said, pushing himself up from the couch and starting to stretch.
She smiled brightly. "I know." She smirked.
Angel turned to her. "Ya sure? You could get hurt, baby girl."
Amanda nodded. "I won't get hurt. Believe me."
"Okay, go ahead and get dressed. I guess it'll be the three Mercers today, showing them how to play." Amanda giggled and turned to run upstairs.
Today was a VERY good day. First day of school this year, meeting Josh, coming home and then getting to play with them! It… was… great. She rushed into her bedroom and threw off her clothes, literally, putting on a pair of ripped up jeans that she used to help Bobby fix the cars, and fix the house and stuff and one of Bobby's shirts that she stole a long time ago. She smirked and pulled her hair up. This would probably be the last hockey game of the season, since it was getting a little warmer and she could guarantee that it would be the best.
She slipped on her sneakers and rushed back downstairs to meet Bobby and Angel with all of their stuff on already. "You'll have to use a pair of old ice skates.." Angel said, holding them up. "They were mom's."
She smiled. "Then, they're great." She smiled and grabbed them and a hockey stick. She smiled again and followed them out towards the lake. There were A LOT of kids around, all playing hockey with smiles, determination, and the will to win. She stood between Bobby and Angel and she chuckled as Bobby looked down with a weird look on his face.
"Heh…" He smirked. "Come on, let's do this."
Amanda smiled and raced off onto the ice, hockey stick in hand. Her hair was flying backwards from the speed she was accumulating. She raced towards the puck and snatched it, first one. Bobby was surprised at how fast she was. She turned with precision and grace and raced towards the goal. She dodged a couple of people, shooting the puck between their legs, and then jumping over them after knocking them in the leg with the stick. She landed with a smirk and shot the puck into the goal and they didn't even see it… All they saw was a black blur going into the goal.
Bobby clapped and then the game continued. Bobby was astonished; she was a pro; a natural Mercer Hockey player. She'd smack people with the stick, knee them in the nuts, and throw them to the ground with her shoulders… Oh yeah, she was a pro. She laughed and shot towards Bobby with a smile, stopping suddenly and throwing ice all over him.
She laughed. "Ooopsy. Did I do dat?" She chuckled.
Bobby wiped the ice from his face and looked down at her. "I'll get you back for that, you little--." He chased her around the rink, and he couldn't catch her! Damn, she was fast. Angel finally started to help and caught her when she wasn't looking.
"I gotcha now." He laughed.
After a few minutes of pure hard Hockey, the game was over. The Mercers came, and conquered. Just like they always do. When they were walking home, Angel looked down to Amanda.
"You're pretty good, girl. Where'd you learn to play like that?"
She smiled and looked down for a moment, the smile fading slowly. "…My dad."
Angel looked up and sighed. Bobby looked down to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That was the one good thing he ever did for you." He said, pulling her closer. "You're okay now, though."
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I am."
Bobby smiled and looked up to see the house. "Now, whose up for some KFC?"