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Chapter 6: Grass is Greener

Pete sighed, waiting for the car his dad had gotten to take him to his hotel. The Ducks had thankfully departed on a bus to get to the arena, they had a game almost right away. He planned on taking a shower and then getting a cab over to the game. There were worse things than missing the first period of one of Adam's games. He glanced around and then stopped, when he saw a very pretty girl with long dark, almost black hair standing leaning against a Louis Vuitton suitcase with a pair of sunglasses on. He smiled and walked over.

"Do you need a ride?" He said smoothly. He tried to remember he was in Los Angeles, he was a ladies man in Minneapolis, but things were probably different here. She looked at him and smiled.

"I'm just trying to get a cab," She explained, "I'm here for this stupid hockey tournament that my sister's playing in and my mom and brother went to her game and I was like no thank you."

"Your sister?" He said, she nodded. He knew Connie Moreau's family, and she only a five year old brother which made this girl Julie Gaffney's sister. "So we're probably going to the same place, unless you're Canadian, my brother's on Team USA." Caitlin smiled. Cute, tall, blond, obviously had money, or at least good taste based on his attire. "Pete Banks." He extended his hand.

"Caitlin Gaffney," She smiled, "Do you want to share a cab?"

"Well, my dad got me a car actually," He said, "So, um,"

"Sounds good," She said. There were benefits to spending the summer in California apparently, aside from the fact that she was going to get a good tan.

"So I was just going to drop my stuff at the hotel and then head over to the game," He said, lifting her suitcase and putting it in the trunk, "If you'd like to join me." Caitlin smiled. She had had every intention of not going to a single hockey game ever again, and that she'd spend this entire summer sunning herself at the hotel pool.

"That sounds great," Caitlin faked a giggle, "You'd think after all these years of watching my brother and sister I'd understand it better, but I'm still hopeless at the game, you'll explain it to me won't you?" She batted her eyelashes and pouted. Pete smiled, this wouldn't be hard.

"It's really not that hard," He said opening the door for her, "Especially at this level." She climbed in and he followed after her.

"Do you play?" She smiled. She could tell he did, probably front line, center, he was too small to be a defenseman. She played the fool but she'd spent way too much time in rinks to not know pretty much everything about hockey.

"Yeah actually," He said with a smile. "Maybe some time this summer you can watch me play." He moved closer to her.

"I'd like that," She smiled. He kissed her. Good she put the signals out right. She loved Eric and everything, really, but nothing helps you get over someone easier than making out with a relative stranger in the back of a Lincoln Towncar.

"That was a cakewalk," Portman said as they walked out of the locker room. Julie looked at him. "It was."

"Is it wrong that I hope he gets scored on?" She sighed. He looked at her. It must have been torture for her, sitting on the bench that whole time. She looked up. "Caitlin?" She said confused.

"Julie!" Caitlin squealed and ran over. "Hi sweetie!" Sweetie? Was this her older sister? At a hockey game? Willingly?

"Um hi," Julie said, "This is Portman, um, Portman this is my sister Caitlin."

"Sister?" He said.

"I know we don't look anything alike," Caitlin laughed, "That's because I take after Dad's side of the family and Julie J here looks like Mom!" Julie glared at Caitlin.

"Julie J?" He smiled.

"My middle name," Julie mumbled, "Jordan, it's a long story."

"Yeah," Portman said, "I'll just let you two, whatever." He walked away.

"Are you stoned or something?" Julie looked at Caitlin.

"He's cute," Caitlin nodded approvingly, "Is he like your little boyfriend?" She nudged her little sister.

"No, we're friends," Julie sighed, "Just because you started dating when you were a fetus,"

"Excuse me, I come all the way to California to see you play," Caitlin said, "Or not play, what's with that by the way?"

"What's with you?" Julie said, "Yesterday you said you weren't speaking to me."

"Hey," Adam walked out.

"Adam," Julie jumped, "Um, this is Caitlin."

"You're Adam?" Caitlin smiled, "Oh I heard a lot about you!"

"You did?" Adam said self consciously. Had Julie been talking about him? And if she had was it good or bad? Julie'd said she wasn't close to her sister.

"Yeah, I met Pete at the airport," Caitlin smiled. Julie nodded, that explained it. Caitlin was in love. With Adam's older brother. That was going to end badly.

Pete sat watching them zambony the ice. Caitlin had been so casual, it scared him a little. It also turned him on. Once they got to the hotel she simply popped out of the car, grabbed her bag and went to the desk to check in. She had no interest in further getting to know each other, or anything. He'd been, pretty much, a perfect gentleman. Well, he'd tried once to grab her boob, but she quickly moved his hands down, and he didn't try again. Then during the game, which he hadn't seen much of, because he was too busy watching her. She was stunning, so tall and determined, those big green eyes. Who knew that supporting his little brother would prove to be so, well, pleasurable.

"So," Sean Gaffney looked at him. He'd sat with the Gaffney's they seemed nice enough, "How far did she let you get?"

"Excuse me?" Pete looked at him.

"Caitlin," He said, "You clearly hooked up with her, and considering that she's actually a giant slut." Pete stared at him, "She my sister, and I love her, but her only hobby is sex, just a warning."

"God I can't move," Connie sighed flopping on her bed. Julie nodded looking at the ceiling. "It was a good game though."

"Yeah," Julie grunted. She pulled uncomfortably at her sports bra. The standard issue one that the sponsors had given both of them. It was way too tight on her and squished her oversized for her body chest. She'd mention it to her mom, who would then buy her another. Problem solved, but it was embarrassing.

"It does kind of suck that you didn't get to play," Connie said. Julie looked at her. That was the nicest thing she'd ever said.

"Hey," Portman jogged in, "You girls want to come, a bunch of us are going to get some food?"

"Yeah sure," Julie stood up, "I just need a minute to change."

"You look fine," He said, "Come on."

"I'll meet you outside in a minute," Julie nodded. He shrugged and walked out. Connie looked at her.

"You really do look fine," Connie said, "Better than fine actually."

"I have to change my bra," Julie mumbled. Connie looked at her, "The sportsbra they gave us was too small." Connie dropped her jaw. "I hate these things."

"Your boobs," Connie said surprised, "You hate them?"

"They're massive," Julie sighed, "And I'm too short for them, I should grow a few more inches, but," She sighed, "I mean, I wish I looked like you."

"Like me?" Connie said, "Whatever, I'm too tall, and my legs are way too skinny."

"At least people look at your face when you talk to them," Julie shrugged, pulling the sports bra off and pulling on one that Caitlin had bought her at Victoria's Secret for Christmas. Her idea of a joke. She pulled on a tee shirt. "I'll see you later." Connie looked in the mirror and stroked her hair. The grass is always greener girls.

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