Spyhorse: No one ever knows where I'm going with my story, so when you think you know, you probably don't ;) . I hope I go in the direction you like, but I don't even know what I'm doing after this. This is about as far as I've had it planned.

Kaitlin: How's my story doing? Glad you don't have too much homework. I don't have band tonight because of conferences that I don't have to go to yay. But i do have math homework I have to do.

Bridget took her ring off her finger with a sigh. It was five minutes before warm-ups and jewelery was not permitted in soccer. She kissed it and put it into a ring case in her bag. Bee had not told any of her teammates about her engagement. It would just cloud the day.

They ran their normal warm-ups as if nothing was out of the ordinary about this game. But they all knew it was different. This game, if they won, they would be thought of as a powerhouse, but if they lost, everyone would think the last Olympic win was just a fluke.

The coach gave them a pep talk, "Okay girls. We beat this team last year. You know we can do it. Any other words?" she asked the three captains.

"Just try your best," Sheila said firmly, "Thats all we can ask. As a team, we have to do our best, be the best!"

"You all know your positions," the coach took back over, "So get out there and kick some ass."

The game was tied at zero with only five minutes remaining. Bridget jetted into the goal box. She was fouled by a defender. A penalty kick. The perfect time to score, to be the star of the team by scoring the only goal of the game. She geared up. Thinking of Eric, and wanting to turn him on, she kicked the ball. It hit the goal post and ricocheted off. Bridget charged towards it, she heard Jenn yell "mine!". Jenn did have a better angle, so Bee backed off. Jenn made the goal. Everybody went wild, except for Bee. She felt as though she let herself and Eric down by not making the goal herself.

With gold medal in hand, Bee trudged out of the locker room to find Eric standing by the door.

"Hi," she said sullenly.

"Hey. That was a great game."

"I should have been able to make that shot!" she exploded. Then she whimpered quietly, "It was NOT a good game for me."

"You don't always have to be the star Bee," he put his arm around her.

She shrugged him off, and didn't say anything.

When they got back to the hotel room, Bee dropped her stuff on a chair and went into the bathroom. She was going to stay in the shower until every last drop of hot water was gone.

Eric sat there in shock. The phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey Eric," it was Jenn I missed telling Bee we're going out to dinner to celebrate. That place you went to last night," Jenn always seemed to organize the celebratory dinners, "How did that go by the way?"

"Bee said yes."

"Of course!" Jenn chimed in.

"That place is great thanks for directing me to it. Really romantic. The ring box, where you guys put it, it fell into the vase. It didn't fall out when I thought it would. Thanks for helping out with the decorating, and letting me use your room to change."

"Well we had to give Bee a magical night to remember."

"It was that."

"Weird, because she didn't mention any of it to us this morning. I would have bet money that she would have showed us the ring. Where is Bee anyway? She can't be asleep already."

"She isn't asleep. She's taking a very long shower."

"Oh, well tell her I called."

"Okay. I'll see you," Eric realized Jenn had not told him the time, so he trailed off.

"At six."

"I'll see you at six."

Bee emerged from the bathroom about 45 minutes later wearing only a towel. If she was going to spend the rest of her life with Eric, there was no need to be modest. She had another towel in hand patting her blonde locks dry.

"The congratulation wagon start coming yet?" Bee said sarcastically.

"No, but Jenn called sh--"

Bee cut him off, "What did she want?" the 'she' had a slight sting to it.

"Team dinner six o'clock."

"I'm not going," Bee said resolutely, "I can't face them."

"So you're not perfect. Whats the problem in that?"

"Do you really know me at all?" Bridget questioned.

"I know you well enough to know that you're jealous of Jenn. And that you're being ridiculous!"

"Well you of all people should understand this!"

"God damn Bee! Don't tell me I should understand this and not explain your rational. I want to understand!"

"You should know whats going on," her tone lowered, "Think about it," true to form, Bee had to have the last word. She retreated back into the bathroom with her clothes, leaving Eric speechless.

This was one of those fancy hotels that had phones in the bathroom, so still in her towel, Bee used it to call long distance to Lena.

"Hello?" answered Lena.

"Lena its me," she said simply.

"Bee! I was just about to call you. Congrats on the new medal. I know you didn't make the winning shot, but you played a heck of a game. You sound down," it finally registered, "Whats up?"

"Eric proposed to me last night."

"That still doesn't explain why you sound so depressed."

"I wanted to make the goal for him. Jenn ended up making it. What does that say about me? Our relationship? Eric just doesn't understand that the way I express myself is through soccer, and by not making that shot, I don't know, it just wasn't good. He said once that my soccer playing turned him on more than anything else about me."

"Eric is a loving supportive boyfriend and he just wants to try to make you happy," Lena tried to calm Bridget.

"Fiancee," Bridget corrected.

"Whatever. The fact is that Eric supports you no matter if you make the shot or not. Besides, soccer is about team work. Who cares who made the goal? The point is that your team won. Bee, you've got Eric hooked. You don't need to turn him on all the time. You need to tell him how you feel, not expect him to know everything about you automatically. I didn't know why you were depressed until you told me. Right now he's probably at least half in the dark about it. Talk to him."

"Thanks Lena. That makes sense."

"So you're going to talk to him?"

"Maybe. I do know that I'm going to go to that dinner party looking as fab as possible and have a good time."

"Bee. Don't just drown your sorrows in energy. You need to talk to him some time."

"I will! I will!" Bee lied to get Lena off her back, but Bee knew that Lena's voice would pop into her head more than once that night.

AN: So Jenn doesn't know that Bee is pissed at her. Eric knows that Bee's angry at Jenn and depressed for some other reason, but she doesn't want to tell him. Lena knows everything, but is in Maryland and can't help. Will Bee tell Jenn and Eric how she feels? Will Bee finally tell her teammates she's engaged, even though they already know, because they decorated the room. What will Bee do when she finds out that her team was in on the proposal? Stay tuned.