❝HOCKEY, HOCKEY, HOCKEY❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter sixty,
Gilmore Girls — Season Three

𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑
―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV

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   𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐂𝐄-𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒, and were only in the semifinals because the Litchfield team got food poisoning. However, a win is still a win... Right?

   We arrived at the ice rink half an hour ago, and I'm currently stood outside waiting for Tristan while Lindsay and Addy find us seats. Stupid me decided not to wear a jacket, but I clearly wasn't thinking. We're about to be sat in a room full of ice, and I didn't bring a jacket. Stupid.

   Tristan pulls up, and I rush over to him the second he gets out the car. "Hey──" I throw myself forward, crashing into his body. I wrap my arms around him, revelling in the warmth. "Nice to see you too, Blue."

I squeeze him tightly. "Hi. You're warm."

   He laughs, and steps back from me. I try to move forward again so I can wrap my arms around him, but he steps away to shrug off his jacket. "I can't believe you didn't bring a jacket to this thing." I open my mouth to protest, but then he pulls the jacket over my shoulders, and all the words die on my tongue.

So maybe I forgot my jacket so my incredibly sweet boyfriend would loan me his. Sue me.

   I breathe out in relief, now feeling very, very cozy. I slip my arms into the sleeves, and I swing my arm around Tristan's torso, breathing him in. "Thank you." He brushes a kiss against the top of my head, and rests his arm around my shoulders.

We begin to walk into the building, and it doesn't take us long to find Addy and Lindsay who are gushing over their men. Yes, Addy and Nathan are back together just like I suspected, and because of that, Addy decided to set Lindsay and Dean up so they're sort of an item.

   Now our group has become six, and I think that's pretty sweet.

   Tristan says his hellos to Addy and Lindsay, and then we take our seats right in front of the glass where the boys skate, warming themselves up for the big game that could either end in a victory or in disaster.

Babette and Patty are singing the national anthem, and Kirk is the commentator. I don't know who gave him that job, but I'm sure it'll be entertaining to watch him try and figure out the technical terms for hockey.

   The puck is dropped onto the ice by the referee. "And the puck is down as the first quarter begins── period, sorry. First period begins, my bad."

   The boys begin to play hockey, but I focus solely on Tristan. He gave me his jacket, and now I'm afraid he's too cold despite the red sweater he's wearing. I lean against Tristan, sliding my hand against his thigh.

   "Hey, did you play any sports?" I ask, realising I have no idea if he was involved in any kind of sports growing up and we've been dating for two years.

   He nods, placing a hand over mine. "Yep."

   I raise my brow. "What?"

   "I played football for a few years," he answers, and my mouth gapes. "What?"

   I shake my head. "T-That's cool," I reply, secretly finding that to be very attractive. I can't explain it but hearing that Tristan played football makes my face turn red.

   Tristan grins smugly, squeezing my hand. "What's up, sweetheart?" Tristan leans down, brushing a kiss against my ear.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Just got bored of it, I guess. It wasn't what I really wanted to do," he replies, offering me a wide smile.

I clear my throat, nodding my head. "Do you, uh, still have your football uniform?" I ask quietly, face still red.

   "I might have it somewhere."

   I nod, tightening my hand on his leg. "Cool."

   "Are you turned on by the fact that I used to play football?" I scoff, shaking my head, but I don't deny his question. Tristan's smug grin widens, and I'd roll my eyes if he wasn't right. "Wow. I learn something new about you every day, Blue."

   Tristan pushes his lips against my cheek, his hand moving to cup the back of my neck. I turn to him, pressing my mouth against his quickly and affectionately. His other hand moves, now resting on my thigh, and I slide in closer to him, cuddling my arm around his.

   "And I was the captain," he mumbles against my ear, his fingers squeezing the back of my neck.

   I sigh from the delicate touch of his fingers on my neck, and I whisper, "Shut up."

   My face is an embarrassing shade of red, and while it's probably insane to be acting like this upon learning that Tristan used to be captain of a football team, I don't really care. Tristan could do anything, and I'd still find him to be the most attractive guy in the world.

   Tristan smirks, pushing his lips against the side of my head. "You're thinking about getting out of here, aren't you?"

   I shake my head. "No."

   "Come on, baby, don't lie to me." He slides his fingers into my hair, massaging the base of my skull. "You wanna leave, don't you? You wanna get in my car and──"

   "Tristan." I hit his leg playfully.

   "Don't lie to me." His tone drops dangerously low, and I feel very, very warm and very, very aware that I'm surrounded by my classmates and friends.

   "I-I──" Tristan grins. "What?"

   "We don't have to leave, but do you want to?"

   I look at him, and he looks back at me, his hand tightening on my thigh. "Y-Yes."

   He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "Good girl." I swallow, looking away from him as I'm one-hundred percent sure my face will explode. He pushes a final kiss against my temple, squeezing the back of my neck. "Sorry, I forgot how much you liked being called that."

   I inhale a shaky breath. "W-We're in public."

   "We don't need to be." He moves his arm, sliding it around my waist. "Say the word, and we can leave right this second."

   I nod. "Let's just see if the boys──" I look to the rink, seeing that the other team is way ahead of us and the game has only just started. Great. "Okay, we'll leave after this quarter, okay?"

Tristan nods, obviously satisfied. "Okay, but you never know, they might pull through."

   The puck flies into the opposing team's net. "Highly doubt that."

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   𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒, and I get to wear Tristan's jersey── his jacket. It's nice to see my friends so happy, especially since I've been on a high recently. I've been so happy recently, and it's all thanks to Tristan, my dad and my friends. I'm very, very happy with my life at the moment.

We didn't leave after the first quarter because, even though I was very tempted to climb him like a tree, I wanted to stay here to support Dean and Nathan. The game isn't going so well for them, but they're in high spirits, so I'm still holding some hope that they can win.

   Dean has somehow managed to shut Kirk up after his ridiculous rambling over the speakers, and I'm extremely grateful. Kirk knows very little── nothing── about sports.

   Tristan steps over to me and the girls, holding three hot dogs. "Here..." He passes one to Lindsay. "...you..." He places one in Addy's hands. "...go." He sits down, passing one to me, and we each smile at him warmly.

   "Thank you," we each say.

   We stare straight ahead, eating our hotdogs and gushing about our star players who have played magnificently. It's just a shame the other team is far better than our team, but the way Nathan plays hockey is unmatched. His energy, his drive, and his dedication to this sport is immeasurable. He's truly the greatest player out there── sorry, Dean.

   Tristan peers over at Addy who practically has heart eyes for her boyfriend. "So..." he begins. "How was New York, Ad?"

   "Good." She grins, wiggling her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes at her insinuation. "I totally aced my interview. The campus was amazing. It was great. I think I might actually have a chance."

   "I believe in you," I say, offering her my most genuine smile. "If anyone can do it, you can."

   "Yeah, you're going to get in, Addy."

   "Thanks, guys." She smiles, turning her head back towards the rink where Nathan cuts through the players, moving the puck gracefully across the ice before slicing it into the net.

   We cheer for him. Addy jumps to her feet, clapping her hands and squealing. Nathan waves to her, grinning ear to ear as his teammates surround him, applauding him for that excellent shot. "That's my man!" she yells, whistling loudly, and Nathan flashes her a wide grin, waving towards her again.

   I'm glad they got back together. I always admired their relationship, especially after they broke up, and now that they're back together, I can't think of any two people who are better suited for the other than these two. Well, Tristan and I are suited for one another but I'm bias.

Tristan's arm rests around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. "Hey, did your dad and Nicole go on another date?" Tristan asks.

I nod. "Yep."

"Oh!" He pinches my waist, and I jerk forward, laughing. "You hate her."

"I don't..." I inhale sharply. "...I don't hate her. I just don't know what to think about her."

"So you hate her."

I scoff, hitting his arm. "I just said──" Tristan pins me with a look. "Okay, maybe I hate her a little."

"I knew it."

"I don't..." I sigh loudly. "I don't know why I hate her. I just have a bad feeling about her, is that so wrong?"

Nicole and my dad have been on three dates, and each time they finish their date, he stops by the diner so she can speak to me, but I don't say much to her. I don't mean to be rude, but I just find her very different from the previous women my dad has been with.

I don't know what to think of her.

"Well, trust your gut, sweetheart." Tristan slides an arm around my torso, his hand resting against my stomach. "You're usually right."

"Always right," I correct.

"Sure, Blue." He pushes a kiss against my cheek, and I hold my hotdog out to him, letting him eat the other half. "Thanks."

"What's mine is yours," I tease.

Tristan grins, eating the rest of my food, and I wipe the ketchup from the corner of his mouth, smiling fondly at him.

   We continue to watch the game, and while I know very little about ice hockey, I know we're losing by a lot of points. Addy continues to cheer for Nathan, Lindsay claps her hands for Dean, and I rest next to Tristan, shivering despite the warm jacket wrapped around me.

When the game finally ends after what feels like forever, Tristan and I leave after saying our goodbyes to the happy couples. The second we're outside, away from everybody, I pull Tristan to the nearest wall next to the building, and I crash my mouth against his.

   We kiss softly and sweetly. My hands reach up, threading into his hair, and Tristan's hands grip my waist, holding me close to him. My back arches when Tristan's tongue moves over mine tentatively. I nip on his bottom lip, surprising him, and he grins against my mouth.

   Tristan yanks backwards, forehead pressed against mine. "You seem a little desperate, Blue."

   I nod, sliding my hand to the back of his neck. "Sue me." I crash my mouth against his again, and Tristan follows pursuit. He tilts my head back, sliding his mouth over mine easily and passionately. One of his hands reach up, cupping the base of my skull, and he tugs on my hair.

   Our kisses turned faster, needier and more desperate, and Tristan's hands slide down, toying with the hem of my shirt. His hands move down, hooking into the belt loops of my jeans to bring me closer, and I squeeze the back of his neck, whining softly.

   Tristan pushes forward, spinning me around so I'm pressed against the wall, but I don't protest. I slide my hands up his t-shirt, my fingernails grazing his stomach. He groans, reaching down to snatch my wrists so he can pin them back against the wall.

   He pulls back, breathing heavily, and I feel achy and warm and wonderful in every single way. "God, you're killing me, Luce."

   Tristan presses a soft kiss to my mouth before his lips move south, dancing over the skin of my cheek, collar and neck. A breathy moan leaves my mouth, and Tristan pushes another kiss against my neck, grinning like a freaking fool.

   I pull his face up, kissing him again, and he deepens our kiss pretty quickly, hands still pinning my wrists back── keeping me captive, and I moan embarrassingly loud. Tristan pulls back, slapping a hand over my mouth, and I stare at him, eyes flared with heat and desire.

   We hear voices nearby, but all I can focus on is how loud we're breathing. We look away from each other, peering down the dark alley we're in that's next to the building.

When the voices disappear, he drops his head into the crook of my neck and laughs. I smile, looping my arms around his neck. "We got a little carried away," I laugh, sliding my hands into his hair. "We should..."

He lifts his face to push his forehead against mine. "I should take you home."

I nod, cocking my head. "Or..." I raise a brow, grinning suggestively. "...we have time..." I move my hand down, pulling the buckle of his belt back. "...to have some fun." I peer up at him, and his eyes flare in excitement.

He places a hand over my hand, stopping me from pulling his belt off. "I could drive us somewhere," he suggests, and I nod, biting down on my bottom lip.

"We have an hour."

He presses his mouth to mine quickly. "That's plenty of time, Blue."

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authors note:

this chapter is short and not my best but i just wanted to do a little filler chapter before we find out if lucy got into yale . . .

oh and did tristan get into oxford? we shall see next time people

also if there's anything you guys want to see in this story, let me know :) 

not edited so may have a few errors sorry!

thankyou for 222k reads lol <3