You glared at Coach and patted Charlie on the back after he swung and missed the puck, like always. But Coach didnt need to be so rude, so you stuck up for Charlie, your bestfriend... and crush. He smiled back, which sent a frenzie of butterflies in your stomach.

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"Hey, lay off him. Maybe if you got off your ass actually coached us, he wouldn't miss."

"Thanks, n/n."