anywhere. They also insisted that I call them Harry and Cathy.
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting to know the Peats and registering me for school. My father left after supper and told me that he would bring my things to the Peat’s house before he left for home in the morning. This way I could say good bye to him. The Peats felt it was best to get me settled in right away. Cathy offered me a pair of her pajamas. I told her no thanks, because I usually just slept in my underwear.
I had registered for school and everything was set. Everything that was, except for me. I felt strange. Odd even. It was weird living in some stranger’s home. Also having such a good looking teammate across the hall from me didn’t help.
I was trying to adjust to new surroundings. It was weird for me to be in the basement. It was like an apartment down here. It had a bar with a fridge, pool table, living room set, big screen television with surround sound; and a full bathroom with a whirlpool bath tub and a sauna.
Moose came home around 9:00 p.m. that night and flopped on the couch and yelled at me to come join him.
I walked out of my room to join him in the living room part of our mini apartment.
“So roomie, how are you doing?” He was slurring his words. It seemed to me that he had been drinking a little. He patted the couch for me to sit down beside him.
“I guess I’m fine.” I said getting more comfortable on the couch. “It’s all still very overwhelming, a lot to take in.” I admitted to him and partly to myself.
“Yeah, it takes a while, my first year here, I was really homesick.” He started flipping through channels until he found Sports Center. “I think you will be fine, but I am here for you if you need anything.”
I told him about the girl Julie I met and how she helped me out at the mall. I explained about the favor she had asked from me. He chuckled loudly.
“Maybe I need to explain a few things to you about puck bunnies,” he said. “It’s kind of like talking to your parents about the birds and the bees.” He bellowed out a huge laugh.
“Umm, Moose.... I never had that talk with my parents, and I really don’t want to have it with my teammate either.” I said with my face turning red from embarrassment.
“Like it or not we are going to have it. I have a little sister, and I am a guy. Hockey player’s are the nastiest, dirtiest, and cockiest guys around. Trust me I should know,” he explained. “Some girls, we call them puck bunnies; they will do anything to sleep with a hockey player. They become stalkers. It’s really creepy.” He continued with the warning. “You have to be careful who you become friends with, it’s hard to know which are the friends who like you for you, or the ones who like you because of what you do,” he explained.
“Well, I suppose at least she was honest with me about it.” I smiled and turned to watch the television. “You could at least say hi to her, she did help me out.” I laughed.
“Sure, no problem, is she hot?” He said with his grin full of mischief.
“She was definitely a pretty girl.” I admitted.
“I’ll meet her then, just don’t tell my girlfriend. She gets jealous really easy.” He groaned. “You will meet her tomorrow.”
We talked all through Sports Center about what to expect from the guys. What to keep my mouth shut about. He reassured me that if I felt bad about anything, I could talk to him about it. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. When I told him that the boys back home thought I was weird because I played hockey, he was surprised. He assured me it was just small town mentality, and that most guys who were sure of themselves wouldn’t feel threatened by that. He was shocked to find out that I had never been on a date or even been kissed. Moose and me seemed to get along great. He made me feel really comfortable.
He seemed to like teasing me. I was used to that on the account of my brothers. I told him I was going
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting to know the Peats and registering me for school. My father left after supper and told me that he would bring my things to the Peat’s house before he left for home in the morning. This way I could say good bye to him. The Peats felt it was best to get me settled in right away. Cathy offered me a pair of her pajamas. I told her no thanks, because I usually just slept in my underwear.
I had registered for school and everything was set. Everything that was, except for me. I felt strange. Odd even. It was weird living in some stranger’s home. Also having such a good looking teammate across the hall from me didn’t help.
I was trying to adjust to new surroundings. It was weird for me to be in the basement. It was like an apartment down here. It had a bar with a fridge, pool table, living room set, big screen television with surround sound; and a full bathroom with a whirlpool bath tub and a sauna.
Moose came home around 9:00 p.m. that night and flopped on the couch and yelled at me to come join him.
I walked out of my room to join him in the living room part of our mini apartment.
“So roomie, how are you doing?” He was slurring his words. It seemed to me that he had been drinking a little. He patted the couch for me to sit down beside him.
“I guess I’m fine.” I said getting more comfortable on the couch. “It’s all still very overwhelming, a lot to take in.” I admitted to him and partly to myself.
“Yeah, it takes a while, my first year here, I was really homesick.” He started flipping through channels until he found Sports Center. “I think you will be fine, but I am here for you if you need anything.”
I told him about the girl Julie I met and how she helped me out at the mall. I explained about the favor she had asked from me. He chuckled loudly.
“Maybe I need to explain a few things to you about puck bunnies,” he said. “It’s kind of like talking to your parents about the birds and the bees.” He bellowed out a huge laugh.
“Umm, Moose.... I never had that talk with my parents, and I really don’t want to have it with my teammate either.” I said with my face turning red from embarrassment.
“Like it or not we are going to have it. I have a little sister, and I am a guy. Hockey player’s are the nastiest, dirtiest, and cockiest guys around. Trust me I should know,” he explained. “Some girls, we call them puck bunnies; they will do anything to sleep with a hockey player. They become stalkers. It’s really creepy.” He continued with the warning. “You have to be careful who you become friends with, it’s hard to know which are the friends who like you for you, or the ones who like you because of what you do,” he explained.
“Well, I suppose at least she was honest with me about it.” I smiled and turned to watch the television. “You could at least say hi to her, she did help me out.” I laughed.
“Sure, no problem, is she hot?” He said with his grin full of mischief.
“She was definitely a pretty girl.” I admitted.
“I’ll meet her then, just don’t tell my girlfriend. She gets jealous really easy.” He groaned. “You will meet her tomorrow.”
We talked all through Sports Center about what to expect from the guys. What to keep my mouth shut about. He reassured me that if I felt bad about anything, I could talk to him about it. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. When I told him that the boys back home thought I was weird because I played hockey, he was surprised. He assured me it was just small town mentality, and that most guys who were sure of themselves wouldn’t feel threatened by that. He was shocked to find out that I had never been on a date or even been kissed. Moose and me seemed to get along great. He made me feel really comfortable.
He seemed to like teasing me. I was used to that on the account of my brothers. I told him I was going
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