A/N: Sorry about the little bit of a wait. But I left Thursday for a band trip in South Carolina, which we dominated by the way. I got home last night at around eleven. Let me tell you, you can be a band geek and be built. Or a choir boy, they can be built too! Anyways I jumped in the Atlantic fully clothed Thursday night and now my throat is really sore. Anyway here's chapter seven and the reason why Faye likes Rizzo so much.

Seven

The next day practice began at 4 in the morning for the cheapest ice time. The boys were out skating some warm-ups for about an hour, before Coach got them running a few plays.

Mac had the puck and was heading up the boards, Coxie was right behind him. Mac maneuvered around O.C. and ran right into Ken Marrow.

"No! No! NO!" Herb yelled. "You've got four men being guarded by one guy. This isn't weaving for weaving's sake. Let's go, Johnson line up." I sighed heavily as the guys came back to the bench.

"Hey Faye," I heard a voice behind me. I turned to find Jimmy standing there in a sweat suite. "Could you help me with something?"

"Whatcha need Jim," I asked following him into the hallway. He handed me a fuzzy neon-green tennis ball.

"Take this," he instructed. "And stand right here." He positioned me in the middle of the hall. "I'm gonna stand here," he went on, positioning himself maybe a foot in front of me. "Now just bounce that off the wall."

"Jimmy I can't throw," I told him uneasily.

"I figured," he admitted. "That's okay. I'll just have to work harder to catch it."

"Oh," I said with mock-anger. "You assumed the girl couldn't throw." I chucked the tennis ball at the wall as hard as I could. It bounced off at an odd angle that sent it barreling towards the window in the door of Herb's office. It put a split in the glass, bounced off, and rolled across the floor to Jimmy's feet. He picked it up and handed it back to me without missing a beat. That's when Herb came down the hall.

"What happened to my door?" He asked curiously, noting the cracked glass. Jimmy looked back to me and we both started to laugh.

OOOOO

It was about six thirty when I finally got to Buzzy and Rizzo's room.

"Hey!" I started cheerfully. "Umm...what smells...interesting?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," Rizzo explained. "You've got carbs and you've got protein, you can't loose."

"I'd like to contest that," O.C. protested, appearing in the doorway.

Slowly the guys started coming in and grabbing food and seats wherever they could squeeze in. I grabbed a spot between Jack and Silky at the card table the boys had set up. I forked a meatball and shoved the whole thing in my mouth at once, letting the sauce drip out of the corners of my mouth.

"I don't know how you people can eat with her," Jack groaned, gabbing his plate and finding a spot on the floor. I made a popping sound with my mouth as I pulled the meatball back out, well, minus the sauce.

"Doesn't bother me," Rammer said as he grabbed O.C.'s vacant seat before anyone else could.

"She just sucked the juice out of a meatball," Silky started up, looking to Rammer. "And that doesn't bother you?" I shrugged.

"It's just something you learn to live with," I told him as I shoved the meatball back in my mouth to finish it off.

OOOOO

After dinner a bunch of the guys stuck around. I was sitting with Rizzo and Silky and Coxie while some of the other guys were trying to pick out a movie to watch.

"So Faye," Rizzo began. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," I said plainly. "I don't date."

"Why not?" Coxie asked. I was starting to feel a little awkward being quizzed about my romantic life.

"Because I don't trust guys," I answered with as much confidence as I could gather.

"Well you trust Buzzy," Silk reminded me.

"Buzz's different." I told them, "Because even though he's four years older than me, he still acts like my little brother."

"Well you trust Rizzo here don't you?" O.C. put in from his position in front of the TV.

"He's different," I answered.

"Why am I different?" Rizzo asked curiously.

"Rizzo's different because he's gay." I probably shouldn't have said that while Silky was taking a sip of his beer, because the next thing I know, it comes shooting out of his nose as he cracks up laughing.

"I'm what?" Rizzo asked.

"Oh come on," I figured they were messing with me. "No straight guy can cook like you."

"I can't believe you just said that," Jack began in shock.

"You mean you're not?" I said my face burning in embarrassment. "I just thought you and Jack were attached at the hip all the time because you were—" I was cut off by a loud thump as Dave fell off his chair. He was literally rolling on the floor in laughter.

"I'm sorry Rizzo," I said sympathetically. I reached over to give him a hug.

"Careful!" Jack warned. "We don't need a horny Rizzo on our hands."

"Oh shut up Jack," I yelled at him.

"No you shut up." He yelled back.

"What are you my mother?" I shot.

"What are you my—" he stopped. "Hey!" I smiled victoriously. Pretty soon the guys found another way to occupy themselves other than making fun of my confusion of Rizzo's sexuality. They managed to decide on a movie.

"Here's one!" O.C. started up. "The Amityville Horror. What do you think, Faye, you up for it?" I shook my head as Mac interceded.

"Faye doesn't watch scary movies," he said.

"Why not?" Coxie asked looking curious.

"Herb and Patti threw me a surprise slumber party for my sweet sixteen," I started.

"Jannie and I showed up for cake and presents," Mac said.

"I didn't know Buzzy at the time," I continued. "After I opened presents we decided to watch a movie, and somehow we ended up voting on Psycho. We're watching the movie, and it's getting kinda creepy...then Herb decides it would be funny to sneak around to the side of the house to scare us."

"He starts banging on the window," Mac went on. "And she screams so loud I swear to God she woke the whole neighborhood up."

"Oh come on scared-y cat," O.C. teased. "Come sit down with us."

"I don't want too," I whined. Jack grabbed my ankle.

"I'm the monster who lives under your bed and I'm going to get you!" He teased.

"Stop it!" I yelled indecently. "Leave me alone!"

"Hey!" Jimmy interceded on my behalf. "She doesn't have to watch it if she doesn't want to." I nodded in thanks as Jim gave O.C. a light kick in the side to get him off of me.

"I think I'm gonna head out boys," I told them. There were several disappointed moans going around the room, primarily Buzz.

"I'll walk you," Jim offered.

"Thanks, Jimmy," I said as I pulled my windbreaker on and grabbed my purse.

He walked out with me to my car, parked close by the carport.

"So," Jimmy said. "I was wondering, maybe, if you weren't busy, if tomorrow we could go out somewhere after practice...You know without the entourage." I stopped, my eyes wide, staring at him in shock.

Was this actually happening? Did Jim Craig just ask me out?

"You mean, like on a date?" I wondered aloud. He shrugged.

"Well sort of," He corrected.

"Sort of?" I repeated in confusion.

"I actually thought I'd leave it up to you," he told me. "And if you wanted it to be a date it would be a date, and if not then we'd just be two friends spending some time together. What do you think?" I stood there dumb founded for a moment before I could speak.

"I can't believe you, Jimmy!" I told him, raising my voice slightly. "You actually had Rizzo ask if I had a boyfriend for you!" Jimmy laughed.

"Yea, he wasn't very inconspicuous about that was he?" Jimmy said looking a little nervous. "So which is it?" I know I said I usually don't date, but there was just something about Jimmy that made me trust him, so I smiled.

"It's a date," I said.

"Great," he answered, helping me into my car. "I'll see you tomorrow, Faye."

"See you tomorrow, Jimmy," I answered as he shut the door after me. I pulled out of my parking spot and watched him heading back to the building. I waited for a familiar sinking feeling in my stomach, but it never came. In fact I felt great. So I rolled down my window and let the cool breeze blow my hair as I drove home with a smile on my face.