Prologue:
When she moved to the City, Lila set a list of self-enforced guidelines to protect herself from a broken heart:
1. Never do anything you wouldn't be proud of.
2. Never lose yourself falling for someone else.
3. Never text a guy once it's after midnight.
4. Never date a flight risk.
Funny thing was, after meeting Derick (and hearing that goddamn French-Canadian accent), the rules seemed to disappear. He wasn't good for her, and she knew that, but danger was half the fun.
Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City,
Never was there ever a girl so pretty.
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?
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AN: It feels a little sacrilegious to be a Penguins fan writing a Brassard fic, since he's a Ranger, but it's worth it. Recently, I've been heavily toying with the idea of writing this; once I started reading EmilyCooke3 's Brass story, I knew I had to. Hopefully it's alright -- I don't know the Rangers or NYC nearly as well as I know the Pens/Pittsburgh, sooooo, we'll see.
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diet mountain dew // derick brassard
Fanfiction"Vous êtse mon soleil." Derick whispered into my hair, pulling me tight against his chest. "High school French was a long time ago," I giggled, softly. "What does that mean?" "You are my sunshine." Suddenly, a tingling sensation rippled through m...
