Until Hell Freezes Over

After I got back into the dressing room, I showered and changed as quickly as possible. Why? My goal was to avoid having to do interviews and get held by the press when all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends.

I succeeded in my goal.

No one noticed that I was missing... Well, Jack noticed, he didn't acknowledge it because of the reporters surrounding him. I did, however, stick my tongue out at him. I could tell that he had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at me, but thankfully he didn't. So I managed to slip out the back exit without being detected.

I was lucky that I had because as soon as the door shut behind me my phone went off. It was a text from Jon:

'Got caught up with media. Will b out asap.'

I didn't bother replying because I knew that I didn't have to. He was just letting me know what was going on.

I snuck back around to the front where I found Claire, Mark, Tim, and Steven. Where was Danny? Probably too lazy to come down.

"Hey, look who it is!" Tim announced, bringing attention to me as everyone turned around to look at who he was talking about.

"Greetings, infidels." I waved to the group mimicking 'Achmed the Dead Terrorist.'

Once my Michigan teammates saw that it was me they charged. I had no time to brace for impact as the 3 hulking men, threw themselves at me.

"Hey, guys," I laughed as I was surrounded by them in a group hug. "Man, I haven't seen y'all in forever!"

"Y'all? What the fuck?." Tim asked, quirking his eyebrow at me. I gave him a shove for over exaggerating.

"Ah. come on, Dil. You know he was just teasing you." Mark snickered.the comment earned a swift jab to his shoulder. "What the fuck?!"

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. It felt good to be in the company of old friends.

The noise of someone clearing their throat from behind the group made them jump. They tensed thinking that it was a reporter or some important official. I knew that he wasn't either for those things.

"Jonathan. Get your ass over here!" Claire ordered. I looked back to see him roll his eyes at her.

He moved closer, but not all the way over to me. So I motioned him closer. He moved an inch or so but he still wasn't close enough to me.

"Jonathan, will you please come here." I purred, as sweetly as possible. A noticeable shiver went up his spine. He couldn't resist me forever. Not with the new growing sexual tension that had been brewing between us since Sharpie's comment over the phone.

That was when everyone looked at him.

Peer pressure.

Our eyes met and then it became a battle of wills. He was ALWAYS difficult after a game, especially when he looses.

I won the battle this time... "Jonathan."

"Yes, babe?"

"Stop being a two-year-old. I want you to meet my friends." I informed him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed,  "Fine." Then marched over to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Guys, this is Jonathan Toews. My boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend ?" Stevie repeated.

"Yes." I smiled as Jon pulled me closer to him. Mark and Tim just looked at each other, to me, over to Jon, and then back to me.

"Well, this just got weird." Tim muttered and started coughing

"Tim...." I growled.

"Oh, no it's not that- It's that we just ran into Andy the other day." He explained. I motioned for him to continue. "Oh, I saw him at Wal-Mart. He was with Becky."

"Becky?" I questioned. Tim nodded to confirm it. That's weird. "Why is that special?"

He announced, "She's prego." 

"Holy Hell." I muttered under my breath.

"Yeah, I didn't see it either. It's weird, they uses to be at each other's throats all the time. Now, they're fucking like rabbits."

Steven, Mark, and I all made disgusted faces. Wait, where was Claire and her usual comments about the Hillbilly Princess? I looked around to see that Zach had emerged from the dressing room. I should've known.

"So? Wanna go meet up with Danny?" Stevie suggested, pointing his thumb in the direction behind him which we'd go.

I shook my head, 'no', "Not yet, Jon still doesn't know your names." I pointed out.

"All right let's get this over with. I'm Mark Mitera and I pretty much speak for everyone when I say that if you hurt her in anyway shape or form. There will be hell to pay." Mark walked over first and offered his hand.

"No worries. I won't." Jon gripped Mark's hand and gave it a firm shake.

Tim was the next one to step up, "I'm Tim Miller. That goes double from me."

Jon nodded.

"Good, I'm glad you understand." Tim smirks and then nudged Stevie forward. "Go on."

"Hi, I'm Steven Kampfer. I still play for Michigan."

"Senior year?" Jon asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Can't wait to get out of this hell hole." He laughed.

"It was not!" I denied.

Stevie gave me a look, "You haven't met this year's batch of freshman."

"Are they causing you trouble?"

"No, they're making me look bad." He admitted, "But coach is still having me pull double shifts so seniority rules out talent."

"Good to know." I laughed, " So everyone ready to leave?" I snuck a glance over toward Claire and Zach's direction and they had disappeared.

"Yeah, I'm hungry!" Mark agreed, a little too enthusiastically.

Tim sent a smile in my direction and began one of our jokes to get the big defenseman going.

 "Well, that means we'd better get going. Wouldn't want Marky here to have roid rage, now would we?"

"Hey-" Mark began but Tim and I cut him off,

"IT'S NOT STEROIDS!!! IT'S HGH! HUMAN GROWTH HORMONE!!! RAWR!!!"

Just then Ryan Kesler and Kaner stepped out of the locker room. Kesler, of course, took advantage of it by saying,

"Really Dillan? I always knew you were a man. Better watch out Toews, she might have a dick."

"Why don't you grow a pair and get over here, Kesler?" I dared him.

He snickered a little before responding, "Why don't you, Maxi?"

I smirked and grabbed my boobs, "I already got my pair."

"Oooooohhh. She got you good. Didn't she, Kes?" Kaner laughed, digging his elbow into the side of the older forward.

"Yeah, yeah, well, it looks like she's got a good handle on herself." He winked before taking off.

I rolled my eyes and let go of my boobs. Jon pouted.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

"You don't grab your boobs for me." He whinned.

"Really? That's why your pouting?" I inquired and he nodded, " That's lame. Come on, let's go!"

IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG for us to make our way up to where the guys had been sitting before. I made quick work of introducing Jon to Danny who made a comment similar go Mark's, so that the real fun could begin.

At the moment we were continuing our Jeff Dunham kick while we were waiting for Sweden and Finland to begin playing.

"So Achmed..." Tim began.

"No, no, it's Achmed." Danny assumed the roll of 'Achmed the Dead Terrorist'.

"That's what I said." Tim continued.

"No you said OCHmed. It's ACHmed. Ach Ach Ach." Danny corrected him. Our group began laughing. Danny got this enraged look on his face, "SILENCE! I keel you!"

After we settled down a little, Tim questioned, "How do you spell it?"

Danny whipped around to him, "WHAT?!"

"How do ya? How do you spell your name?" Tim repeated.

"Oh. Let's see... A....C...Phlem..." We all started laughing again. Danny sent a glare at us and then said in a really squeaky voice, "Silence! I keel you!"

By then Danny couldn't hold his expression any longer an began laughing with us.

"Ok, ok, we're going to get some food. Anybody want anything?" Mark asked, wiping the tears out of the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard.

I gasped and raise my hand, "ME! I want Dip'n Dots!!"

"You always want ice cream." Tim laughed. I flipped him off.

"I like ice cream."

"We know. We all lived together for a season. You ALWAYS had a gallon of it in the freezer." He reminded me before him and Mark walked up the stairs to go to the food court.

Danny and Steven then turned into their own conversation and then Jon would had been relatively quiet until then spoke up,

"So... Who's Andy?"

Hid question surprised me.

"No one you need to worry about." I dismissed, my tone gave me away because he continued to pry.

"Dillan."

"He's NOBODY." I denied.

"No, he isn't or you would've told me who he is. " He didn't sound too convinced, "I'm not going to get upset."

I sighed, figuring that it wouldn't be too if I told him, "He just some guy."

"Well, apparently not just any guy judging by your reaction." Jon pointed out.

"Yeah, I tried to tell myself that... He was just the guy who was going to take me to prom and then stood me up to go with some stupid cheerleader. He had been my crush all through high school and I thought it was my dream come true but-"

I didn't have to finish my sentence, Jon did it for me. "It was a lie?"

"Yeah. So I didn't go. I stayed home and cried. Tim and Ashton were smart enough to know that something was wrong and they came and fix me up for after prom. That was SO much fun."

Jon gave my shoulder a squeeze and pressed his lips to my cheek, "I'm glad you still had a good time."

I turned to him, "You know what? I did and I wouldn't have if it wasn't for him." I then chose to lean my head on his shoulder. Jon, in turn, layed his head on top of mine and his hand continued to rub up and down my arm.

The flash of a camera brought us out of our comfortable daze.

I looked back over Jon's shoulder to see that Danny had pulled out his camera and was showing Steven the picture he had just taken.

I cleared my throat and he looked up at me,
"Yes, can I help you with something?"

"No, I'm good." I replied and snuggled into Jon again.

Jon and I stayed like that for until Mark and Tim returned with their mound of food and my Dip'n Dots.

"We had them put two spoons in it just in case you wanted to share with Johnny boy here." Tim explained as he handed me my cup on ice cream mini spheres.

"Maybe.." I trailed as I picked up a spoonful of the cookies n cream goodness and slid it into my mouth. "Mmm, it's like an orgasm for your mouth."

"Really?" Jon asked. I nodded and was about to say something until he silence me with an open mouth kiss. I couldn't help but kiss back, encouraged when my friends and former teammates began cheering/ cat calling/ whistling as we did so.When we broke apart after a couple more seconds.

"Your right." Jon smirked, his breathing slightly off, "That was like an orgasm for the mouth."

I rolled my eyes as he pick up his spoon and took a bite and then savored it, "Yep, definitely an orgasm."

AFTER THREE PEROIDS of play 
Henrik Lundqvist led his team to a 3-0 shut out over Finland. I was often reminded of when the Rangers came to the United Center back in December. Lundqvist was one of the best goalies I had played against second to Luongo. Why? Because he was always responsive, always ready to make those big saves. Which led us into over OT where we became victorious.

There was just one problem I had. Why did he have to carry his team? What was their problem with scoring? It seemed to me, there were times when the D-men stopped short maybe that was just me.

"Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow?" I asked as Jon and I departed from the group.

"Yeah, I can't wait to to meet the team!" Steven agreed.

Mark mentioned, "Yeah, it'll be good to see Bobby again."

"Cool, so we'll meet at the Village?"

"Yeah. See you there, 'Maxi'" They laughed at my nickname. No, they hadn't ever called me, 'Maxi'. I was 'Dil' or 'DD' or even Rae-Rae but not 'Maxi'. The nickname showed how far I'd come within the past year and a half. It felt good to walk away from them with Jon, a lot better than I had imagined it... If only this feeling wouldn't go away.