Skate to My Heart (NEW AND IMPROVED!!!)

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"Hey Angelica, how was your date?" As I entered my house I looked up to see my father sitting on our couch in the living room, watching hockey re-runs. "You didn't scare his one too much, did you?" My father smirked at me from across the foyer. He was wearing the usual black sweat pants and orange t-shirt combo that he wore when he was home. If I saw my father in a pair of jeans at home, it meant something was wrong.

"Is it too much to ask for a guy who has good taste in hockey and isn't easily intimidated?" I threw my keys in the bowl next to our front door, kicking off my shoes as I entered further into the house. I plopped down on the couch next to my father, letting out a large huff. This was my fifth failed date since May. At some point, after so many unsuccessful dates it's hard not to think that something is wrong you instead of blaming the men.

"Well at least he has good taste if he asked you out," he ruffled my light brown hair playfully, the way he had always done since I was little.

"Dad, you have to say that," I swatted his hand away. You'd think that because I'm twenty-three now our childish antics would have been eventually outgrown. But you're wrong. We will act like this forever.

My father started to make his way to our kitchen to do whatever he was doing before I got home. I followed him into the room, looking at the sleek black countertops outlining the large room. We definitely needed to call the cleaning lady soon, I thought as I noticed some messes my father hasn't cleaned up. The cabinets underneath, had a light orange tint to them. My father originally wanted bright orange cabinets but my mother quickly talked him out of it. She said we would have constant headaches just looking at them. That's one of the few things I'm grateful my mom did.

Dad shook his head at me.

"It's true and the whole team would agree, you know it! You're a beautiful girl with a great head on her shoulders! Any guy would be lucky to call you his girlfriend," he chuckled. I've heard this speech ever since I was fifteen and had just had my first bad date. The guy only wanted to use me for Flyers tickets. I was so naive.

"Want some hot chocolate?" Dad asked while twirling my Ron Hextall mug on his finger.

"You have to ask?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

Dad put his hand up, in defense. "Just checking," he said innocently. I know what you're thinking, 'Who drinks hot chocolate in late August?' But Every time I began feeling down in the dumps, I'd vent to my father over a nice hot cup of coco. It was one of our many traditions.

Dad filled two mugs with water and stuck them in the microwave for a couple of minutes. I wandered over to our pantry to grab our box of swiss miss and two packets.

"Alright, now tell me. What did this one say wrong this time?" my dad asked, as I handed him the Swissmiss packets. .

Sitting down on one of the stools next to the kitchen island, I began telling my dad the details of another awful date.

>>>>>>Earlier that night<<<<<<

"How can you possibly say Johnny Bower is a better goalie the Ron Hextall?!" I shouted my disbelief at the young man sitting across from me.

Ron Hextall scored two goals, which was uncommon for a goalie to do, and was so much more fun to watch; especially during fights! Some boys don't know great hockey. I mentally shook my head at the thought.

"Johnny Bower has better stats-" my date, Cole, started. He was cute, boyishly cute. He didn't have defined features, his eyes were a dull gray, and his conversation skills were nothing to write home about.