I sat against the glass, watching my best friend, Rickard Rakell, practice, along with the rest of the Ducks at Honda Center this rainy March morning. It was too rainy to run, like I wanted to. Rick refused to let me run, because he claimed that I would get hurt. Rickard was years younger than me, 5 to be exact, him at 22 and me at 27, but he still played the biggest Dad role in my life ever since mine died. I came out for university 9 years ago, and met Rickard my senior year. I liked him a bit but got over it due to age and stuff. We live together in an apartment in Anaheim, about 10 minutes from the arena. I had a huge crush on Corey Perry, though. Rick was the only one who knew about it, but I'm sure the team could tell too. Every time someone brought him up, I would get bright red. It was even worse when he tried talking to me. I would just mumble random stuff about the weather and about Rickard snoring and keeping me up or the burger I had for lunch. One time, I accidentally told him about the time I peed in a public pool when I was 7 years old because I couldn't find the bathroom. Long story short, I'm a nut case around Corey. "Y/N, look who it is! Your husband!" A voice I recognized as Cam Fowler's shouted and I rolled my eyes eternally, looking up to see Corey standing right in front of me, back to me, waiting for his turn in power play drills. I watched, mesmerized as he sauced a pass to Cam, who one­timed it right above Andersen's shoulder. I was always amazed at the fact that Corey was so effortlessly talented. I was outraged when he didn't make the preliminary roster for the World Cup, but of course, I didn't tell him that. It would probably end up in me telling another embarrassing childhood story. I was dazed out so long that eventually, Ryan Getzlaf comes up to me and pokes the glass with his stick. "Earth to Y/N..." he trailed off and my head shot off. An amused Ryan looked me in the eyes and I groaned, realizing that I had dazed off for probably the past few minutes staring at Corey. "You okay?" he asked, laughing. "I'm fine, Ryan. Just tired. Rick kept me up all night with his snoring." I told him. It was completely true. I probably haven't had a good sleep in months because he's so loud. "You know, you could always go stay with Corey..." he trailed off and I rolled my eyes. "I'm okay. He probably has a girlfriend anyways, and everytime I try talking to him, I tell him stupid stuff about how I peed in a public pool when I was 7 and how Rick keeps me up all night," my voice started to get louder, "and one of these days, I'll probably just be like, hey Corey! You know I'm a nut case, but I really like you!" The whole team was staring including Corey. I ran straight out of the rink, out of the doors of the arena and threw open the door of me and Rickard's car, sinking into the passenger's seat. I hid my head in my face and cried. I hope no one saw me out here. I was probably a mess. After all, I was wearing my Steph Curry t shirt, with athletic shorts, and my hair in a ponytail with a black lululemon headband. Yes, Steph Curry. Anaheim and Oakland might be 7 hours apart, but I'm a still a die hard Warriors fan. I got even more sad as I saw tears fall off my face onto my Steph Curry shirt. I heard someone tap on the window and I looked up only to see Rick and Corey standing at the door. Rick gave me a smile and so did Corey. I guess they thought I was gonna let them in. I finally gave in and opened the door. Once it open, Rickard picked me up and set me on his lap, letting me cry for a bit. I felt a soft hand grab mine, and I looked up and saw Corey's hand linked in mine. I smiled a bit and wiped my tears. "Dang it! I got tears on my Steph shirt!" I whined. They both laughed at me and I rolled my eyes. "Not funny! Maybe I'll just go cry all over your Klay Thompson jersey!" I shot back in Rickard's face and he gasped. "Not Klay!" he said dramatically and Corey gave us a weird look. "Warriors fans?" he asked and I nodded. "Die hard." we said in unison. "Oh look, you guys really a​re twins!" Corey joked and me and Rick just laughed. "I'm gonna leave you two alone." Rickard said, setting me down and my heartbeat increased. "Don't worry. I'm sure you won't have t​oo many embarrassing stories to tell this time." Rickard joked and I snickered at him. I scooched into the driver's seat so Corey could sit next to me. He set a hand on my knee and gave me a soft smile. "What had you said upset?" he asked worried. Oh lord. "Oh, um, you didn't hear? Ya, umm, Ryan he was just, being ya know, being Ryan. A pest as per usual. He was just making fun of me and how I looked tired and of course, who else is to blame for that but Rick and his snoring?" I was cut off by his lips on mine. I was startled for a second but then kissed back, placing my hand on his chest. He let go and I rested my forehead against his. "I like you too."