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Also, props go to my friend Kris, who came up with the bad porno lines that started this story in motion.  (There, I mentioned you.  Happy?)

On The Ice, Chapter To Be Determined:
Midnight Ponderings (Or: PJ Talks to Himself)
    I stared at the ceiling, trying for what seemed to be the tenth time that night trying to sleep.  Sure, Cole just meant it in friendship and thanks and all, but...she kissed me.  Cole actually kissed me!  God, I sound like some sort of lovesick teenager.  Granted, we did kiss on New Years, but I wouldn't consider that a kiss.  We just kissed because that's the thing to do on New Year's.  She actually, willingly, gave me a kiss.  I nearly climaxed right there and then.  Good thing I didn't.  I really wasn't in the mood to clean up a pile of that stuff, and I'd hate to explain to Dale where it came from.
    I sighed and stared across the hall, where Cole's room was.  She was asleep, curled up in her blankets, cuddling a stuffed animal.  She's so pretty when she's asleep.  Hell, she's pretty all the time!  But especially when she's asleep.  What I wouldn't give to have her fall asleep with her head on my chest, or with my head on her chest.
    Yeah, it's wrong for me to have these feelings towards Cole.  If Fat Bastard ever found out about them, I'd be traded to the Fighting Amish before I had a chance to even blink.  But, it's weird.  At times, I just want to be friends with her.  However, at other times (like, thru the entire time she was dating Nate), I kept on wanting to do something to her or for her that would make her want me instead of him.
    Yes, I was jealous.  I admit it.  But, as the song said, "You don't know what you got till it's gone."  (Yes, I listen to eighties hair bands, but not willingly.  Control of the radio is rotated between the Captain and the Alternate captains, and Alex, one of the Alternate captains, is a eighties hair band freak).  And, at other times, I can't stand to be around Cole.  Dale, the resident cartoon freak, as referred to my relationship with Cole as the type of relationship he'd see in an Anime: we can't stand to be with each other, but we can't stand to be without each other, either.
    I really wish that this was some new thing that just happened, but it's not.  Unfortunately, I've had a small thing for her since we were in Winnipeg.  It wasn't until she started dating Nate that it became an issue.

    I guess it all started one night before the season started in Winnipeg last season.  The team required us to all be at this formal dinner where all the people that owned some sort of interest in the team would be.  Just as I had gotten to within the block of the center that the dinner and whatever else that followed it was happening, my cell phone rang.
    "Hello?" I asked nervously.
    I heard a female's voice utter a sigh of relief.  "Phillip, thank GOD you answered the phone."  This was before Cole and I had become good friends.  Back then, she normally called me "Phillip".
    "Yeah...Micole, right?"
    "Yeah, it's Cole."
    "What do you want?  I'm almost at the place where.."
    "Good, you're not there yet.  Can you come pick me up?"
    I laughed.  "Don't you have a car?"
    "Yes I do, but the damn thing won't run for some reason.  Please, Phillip, I'll pay for gas and everything!"
    "Okay.  What's the address?"  It was the minors:  you'd do practically anything for money.  I wasn't going to turn down a couple bucks so that the guys that owned the team didn't get the wrong impression about me and Cole.
    She gave me the address.  The apartment that she was staying at ended up being not too far from where I was living, so I knew how to get there.  When I got there, she buzzed me in and I stood in the lobby/hallway of the apartment building waiting for her.
    "Phillip?"
    I turned and looked at her.  If it wasn't for the fact that I recognized her face, I wouldn't have even known it was her.  She was wearing a dark maroon dress with spaghetti straps that, while it looked a bit short, looked absolutely INCREDIBLE on her.  It definitely brought out her legs and her, ah..other assets.  Up till that point, I had never seen her outside of the rink.  She usually changed in a room that was off the main locker room, and the coach wouldn't let her out until we were all changed and gone.  A part of me was glad that I hadn't seen her change in the locker room,  or else I would have acted just like Owen acted the first day of practice this year.
    "Cole....hi."  I managed to say.  I felt the blood leave my face and go, uh, other places.  I knew that Cole was pretty, but she looked absolutely GORGEOUS at that point.
    "Thank you SO much for picking me up, Phillip.  You have no idea how thankful I am."
    I was thinking of saying "Well, I have an idea of how you can thank me," or some other cheesy porno come on line, but I didn't.  First off, I was practically speechless.  Secondly, she had squared off with a few guys in practice that were giving her catcalls, and I knew that if I said anything like that, she'd kick my ass.
    It almost felt as if I was a part of some bad romantic comedy, where the leader of some gang goes to pick up the tomboy in the group, and the tomboy ends up being this major hot ass when she's not trying to be one of the guys.  Well, maybe not.  I mean, it's obvious when one looks at Cole that's she's pretty and all.  However, I wasn't expecting her to be so...attractive.
    *Stay down..stay down...stay down...* I thought.
    I must have been mouthing my thoughts, cuz Cole asked me, "You alright, Phillip?"
    "Yeah.  I, ah, um, uh..." I lifted my hands and let them fall in surprise.  "Wow.  I've never seen you without your jersey on, you know.  You look....nice."
    Cole chuckled and looked at me.  "Thanks, Phillip.  You almost look human without your equipment on.  ALMOST."  She nervously tugged at the hem of her dress, which obviously was a little too short for her liking.  "Believe me, I prefer the jersey, bloomers, and hockey socks.  Not only is it impossible to find a dress that fits me right because I'm so tall, but these nylons are riding my ass."  After a second, she covered her mouth and said, "OhmygoddidIjustsaythatoutloud?"
     I chuckled and smiled at her.  *What I wouldn't give to be those stockings...*  I thought, staring at her for what seemed like a few seconds.  Then, she chuckled at me.
     I snapped out of my self-imposed day dream to see Cole's face turning red, with her hand in front of her mouth, her eyes fixed on me.
     "What?" I asked.
     "Uh....your pants are unzipped, and, um..." she managed to say.
     I looked down, then snapped my head up and started turning red.  "Uh...where's the bathroom?"
     Cole pointed at it (the public bathroom) and started laughing.  Quickly excusing myself, I ran to the bathroom at a very fast speed.  Not quite the impression I hoped to make, but I was thankful that I could still see.

     I guess, luckily for me, Cole and I ended up starting a great friendship from that night.  And, I started falling for her that night.  I know that one day, Cole's gonna find the right guy and marry him.  And, as long as we're both playing hockey, I know that it's not going to be me.  I'd love to be The One, but Cole's not going to give up playing hockey to get married.  Besides, she's only 21.  She needs to live a little before getting married.  And, this game's too much a part of me for me to give it up.  Besides, if I did quit, and we started dating, Cole's reputation would be shot anyway.
     I got up, snook quietly to Cole's room, and kissed her on the forehead.  Then, brushing a piece of hair off her forehead, I whispered, "Cole, you have no idea what that kiss meant to me.  Thank you."  Then, after kissing her again, this time on the lips, I snook back to my bedroom.

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