I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath. Lost your balance on a tightrope. Lost your mind tryin' to get it back. Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything? And everybody believed in you? It's all right, just wait and see, your string of lights is still bright to me, Who you are is not where you've been ... you're still an innocent
I woke up the morning of the big game for the boys. I felt hurt still, like I needed motivation to simply get out of bed. I came out of the bathroom after I showered, did my hair in loose waves, and slid mascara onto my tired eyes. I could still see my wedding dress sitting over the chair in my room. My heart would always drop when I looked at it. It was like kicking a dead horse, it's just no use.
I put on jeans and a black team Canada Hoodie, stuffed my feet into my gray uggs before I walked down into the kitchen. I poured myself a coffee and grabbed one of the muffins my mom made off the counter before I headed outside onto the deck. It wasn't cold outside. It was really sunny and it felt like fall, not the end of February.
I heard the porch door creak open and my mom came outside. I don't think she realized I was awake. I didn't look over at her as she sat down, I kept my eyes fixated on my phone.
"Your father told me what happened last night."
"Yeah. He said you weren't in the greatest shape."
"Yeah well, it's what you wanted. I'm not marrying him."
"Stop trying to make me look the bad one here. I was only trying to protect you."
"Whatever. It's done. It's over now." I spat at her before I grabbed my phone and keys and headed towards my car.
I find my ticket as I waited to get into hockey canada place. I was so nervous. I can't imagine how Jonny felt right now. I finally walk into the arena and I'm just mesmerized by what I see. It was like a huge sea of red. The odd USA jersey here and there, but mostly Canadians. My heart begins to race as I see the boys step out onto the ice for warm up. My seat is 5 rows up from the ice. The boys are skating around, shooting pucks towards Luongo, and setting up passes for other players. I see Crosby, Niedermayer, Getzlaf, Perry, Iginla, Richards, Staal, Duncan, and Brent - feeling my breath jump into my throat when I saw him. Still no sign of Jonny.
I look around for the face to match the thick French Accent, and I see it's Jonnys mom, Andree. I warmly smile at her as I walk closer. Also saying hello to Jonny's brother, David.
"How are you?"
"I've been better. But I'm here for Jonny and my brother."
"I'm sorry. Jonathan told us what Brent did. He seemed like such a sweet boy."
"I know. He makes himself seem like he's innocent."
I hear Jon's voice. I knew it was his right away. He's standing on the ice, but he was leaning on the bench. I run over, and climb over the bars. Jonny yells at the security guard that I was with him so I could step onto the runway and over to the bench. I'm now at ice level with Team Canada, this was amazing. I see looks from people. I don't care. Jonny slides his glove off and intertwines our fingers together as our eyes meet.
"I didn't think you'd actually show up."
"Are you crazy? I came here for you and Duncan. No one else."
I see Duncan skate up behind Jonny. I gave him a good luck hug before he skated off again. I'm smiling like an idiot at this point. In the middle of my smile, I see Brent stare at me. I ignore it as I look back over at Jonny.
"Ally, I'm glad you're here. Can you do me a favour?"
"What's that?" I smile.
"Cheer for me so loud that I can hear you."
"Fine. Under a few conditions."
He smirks this time, "What?"
"Score a goal for me, play like it's the last game of your life, and kick some major American ass please, I am tired of hearing Kaner gloat about how we supposedly 'can stop his hustle'" I say with finger quotes.
He gently laughs as his cute smile appears, "I can totally do that for you. Anything else?"
He wrapped his hand around my neck and gently pressed his lips to mine. I feel a tingle in my body as his lips move with mine. I still needed him. A part of me always loved him.
I pull away cause I'm desperate for air. As I breathe deeply, Jonny tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear as he brushes my cheek.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"
It happened so fast. I see Brent skate over to the bench and shove Jonny to the ground. At this point, I'm screaming at Brent to get off Jonny as they wrestle on the ice, and I yell for Getzlaf to come pull Brent off Jonny.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"You fucking prick, you just waited for me to fuck up so you can get Ally again."
"Gee, maybe if you didn't fuck up again, this wouldn't of happened."
"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!" I yell. "You fucking hurt me Brent. I'm completely done with you now. It's over. Leave Jonny alone. Just get the hell out of my life for good."
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"What the hell's going on here?" Coach Bobcock said.
"People being immature." I replied.
"Seabrook, you're lucky if I play you in this game. You're already only getting 5 minutes of ice time, I'd hate to cut that in half."
"Fine. It won't happen again."
"Good. Now everyone back into the dressing room and stop acting like a bunch of immature fucks. Remember why we're here. We got a nation to play for. If that's not important, then get the hell off my ice. Do I make myself clear?" Coach yells before he heads into the dressing room.
I watched everyone walk back into the dressing room. I kept my eyes on my feet the whole time. As everyone left, I looked up at Jonny again.
"Stop being sorry. It's not your fault. I'll take every punch he gives me if it's for you."
"Really?" I stuttered.
"Of course. I should go back."
"I know. Good luck Jonny."
"Thanks again for coming back."
"JUST GO!" I laughed pushing him towards the room.
I headed back to my seat with only one thing on my mind.
It will be ours tonight. Nothing was in our way. Nothing