I looked at myself in the mirror of the locker room bathroom. Tonight Hank and I were heading out to eat at that new restaurant in Plymouth, and I had to dress up. He told me what to wear, so now I'm standing here in a short, and very tight, one shoulder black dress. Yeah.

I applied a tiny bit more lip stick, and sighed. I hated dressing up. I hated looking girly. And right now I was both.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps and an 'oh.' I turned around to see Pavel standing there, his hair was soaking wet from sweat, and a towel in hand. He'd probably come to take a shower, which was right behind me.

"I'll be out in a sec," I said in a plain tone. But his eyes didn't meet with mine. They headed down. I coughed awkwardly. He looked up.

"Sam-" he started. I looked up at him. He looked broken. Sad. I wanted to go over and hug him. I still loved him... once you love someone, you never stop. But I couldn't. I still was mad. Pissed that he'd seriously believe that.

When he didn't continue, I raised an eyebrow as to say 'yes' or 'go on'.

He looked down at his hands, playing with them he said. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Pavel looked up at me and continued. "I was absolutely wrong. You'd never do that. You were just hanging out with him. I was extremely shellfish, keeping you all to myself. I was so stupid. Please forgive me. Please."

I bit my lip. "Pavel, how could you ever think that? Would I ever do that? Would Hank ever do that? No. I was never anything but friends with Hank."

He let out a small sigh. "I know. You don't understand how stupid I was. Please, please forgive me. I'll explain everything. Just please forgive me."

I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to go back to spending hours and hours with him. Eating pancakes, watching movies. I missed that this past week. I sighed. "But you MUST explain."

He smiled a little. I filled the gap between us, wrapping my arms around him. In my heels, I was now the same high, maybe even taller, and this felt odd. But also felt so good. I'd missed the feeling of him being around.

Suddenly he said. "Wait." I pulled away and looked at him. The corner of his mouth slipped up, and he leaned in, and kissed me. I kissed back, letting him turn me around, and push me against the wall. I'd missed this... so so much.

I suddenly I heard the drop of something, and stood their paralyzed. So did Pavel.

I pulled away and looked at what the noise was from.

Jimmy. Jimmy Howard was standing there. He'd watched that.

Damn was it stupid of us to do this in the bathroom of the locker room. "Jimmy if you say-" I started, threateningly. I didn't want the team hearing about us. If they did they're never hear the end of it.

He quickly raised his hands and said "I won't!"

"Thanks, Howie." I heard Pavel say from beside me. He nodded.

"Um, I gotta go." I said to both of them. Pavel dropped the hand he had around my waist, and I walked over to the sink where I had a little make-up bag. I grabbed that, then headed out of the bathroom, saying a little "bye" to them when I passed.

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I let the dress slip down my from body to the floor, walking over to my drawers I picked out black, baggy sweats and slipped them on, then pulled on a green, comfy v-neck shirt before heading down stairs.

Not knowing what to do, I headed towards the kitchen for food.

The fridge had nothing.

Neither did the freezer.

Or the cabinets.

I sighed. Thinking of what I was in the mood for, to decided where to order from, I thoughts about cookies. I hadn't had good, home made cookies in years. Since I lived at home.

I looked in the cabinet of cooking supplies to see pretty much everything I needed.

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After I put the first batch in the oven, I headed towards the bathroom to wash the flour off my face.

How'd that happen? When I was opening the bag to get some, it came out in a huge poof, covering my face.

Before I could reach the bathroom, I heard the doorbell go off. I decided I didn't care if whoever saw me covered in flour, and headed to the door.

I opened it up to reveal Pavel standing there, looking down. When he heard the door open, he looked up. I gave him a small smile, and said. "Hey."

"Hey..." he replied. "I came to explain. Oh, and here." Pavel dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a long, jewelry box and handed it to me. I took it, and listened as he said. "I know you pretend to be a guy a lot, but..." Pavel trailed off. "Um, you can open it."

I nodded, looking down, I lifted the top of the long box. Inside was a absolutely beautiful silver, heart necklace that had little diamonds set in it.

I let out a little gasp. "Pavel..." I said. I looked up to him awkwardly standing there. I smiled a little, leaning in and hugging him around the torso. He hugged back.

"Um, could I, err, put it on you?" he asked.

I gave a tiny nod, handing him the box, turning around and pulling my short hair out of the way.

After awhile I realized Pavel wasn't doing anything. I turned around to see him trying and trying to get the latch open, but he couldn't. His finger were too big.

"P-pavel." I stuttered out, trying not to laugh. He looked up at me, with a pained expression, mad he couldn't get it open.

"Here." I said, holding out my hand. He gently placed it in my hands, and I opened it up. Before I could do anything he placed his hands over mine, guiding my hands. I guess this was a way for him to put it on me.

When the necklace was on, I smiled, hugging him. "Thank you." I said.

Pavel smiled. "You're welcome." he said. "Um, why is there flour on your face?"

I blushed. "Uh-" but the timer for the cookies cut me off. I held up a finger, and ran off to the kitchen. Before I could even make it out of the room, I slipped on the rug in the front room, falling on my back.

Damn. That hurt.

Authors Note: Short. Not how I've been planning it. I should have written more, but it's late and I wanted to upload because I can't tomorrow. (RED WINGS GAME!) Oh, and nothing happened to Sam. It's not a cliff hanger. :p Well, thanks for reading!