Chapter 6 [[Year 8 and 11]]

Chapter 6[[Year 8 and 11]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

I walked upstairs carefully holding my wrist, Vero following behind me. I gasped when I saw him and I swore I wobbled a bit. Vero’s face split into a smile and she pushed me forward. There on the couch next to my dad was Patrick Roy. Let me repeat this: Patrick Roy.

My Papa grinned proudly at me. “I saw a man on the side of the road with a broken down car, so I pulled over to stop. And once I told him you were a huge fan, he agreed to stop by.”

“Bonjour Marc-Andre! Your Papa told me that you play goaltender to, eh?” He said looking at me.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work. Vero spoke up for me, “He loves playing goalie, any tips for him?” She asked.

He smiled at me. “Just keep practicing all the time and never give up. I know it gets hard and don’t let anyone get to you.”

“Marc, how about you go get your goalie stick and a Sharpie?” My dad piped up. I nodded at him still mute before running upstairs. I grabbed it before racing back downstairs. I held it out for him and he chuckled before signing.

“Merci.” I mumbled shyly looking down at my showers. He patted my shoulders still smiling. “Good luck Marc.”

He stood up. “It’s great to meet all of you, but I have to get going. Merci!” He yelled out before closing the door behind him. My idol was just in my house, and I didn’t say a word to him. I was the stupidest boy alive!

 

{{{Okay, so I am skipping from 8 to 11 because honestly in my opinion, 8, 9, and 10 are all kind of the same. And I need to start having all of the good important stuff happening soon, so they are now eleven xD}}}

 

[[Age 11]]

[[Vero’s POV]]

 

I nervously put on the trainer bra and put on the biggest shirt I owned, so none of the guys would notice it. I put on a pair of cute shorts before meeting Marc in the neighborhood and cutting down to the roller rink. Now that it was summer, we played a game with a bunch of other guys every day. Once we got there, I went to the other net and shot around a bit by myself. I was still horrible, so I needed all the practice I could get.

 

Marc’s POV

 

The rest of the guys and I stood in a cluster watching her shoot. Her shirt shifted to the side a little, to reveal a thin strap. We all started at each other.

“Vero’s wearing a…a bra!” Tony exclaimed quietly.

Gavin smiled at me mischievously. “Go snap it Marc-Andre!”

“Yea! Yea!” All the guys said, egging me on. I stared at her nervously for a bit. “Um, why me?” I asked.

“Because you’re best friends with her!” Gavin exclaimed. For some reason I got cocky, so I strutted forward. She couldn’t see me, so I snapped it quickly. All the guys hooted and hollered. She snapped her head around, her face bright red. Before we could do anything, she started running away as fast as she could.

 

Vero’s POV

I ran away as fast as I could, I couldn’t believe Marc did that to me! I thought he was different then the rest of the boys. I ran upstairs through my house and collapsed on my bed and just sobbed.

 

A little while later, I heard a knock on my door. “Vero?” I heard Marc-Andre ask hesitantly. I immediately stopped crying.

“Go away!” I hissed.

“Vero, please let me in. I brought you SweeTarts!” He begged. With the mention of SweeTarts, my favorite candy, I opened the door. I saw hope on his face for a second before I grabbed the candy from him, shoved him backwards, and slammed the door again. “Just.GO.Away!”