IRL (CanadaxReader)

Logging onto your deviantART, you noticed another note in your inbox. A warm smile lit your face and your chest felt tight. You pulled up the message, noting the familiar username in the spot marked ‘Sent by’.

Eagerly, you read the message.

‘Hey, (F/n)! I just found out I’ll be in (town) for a hockey tournament starting this Monday-’ you checked your calendar. Monday was tomorrow! A bright grin on your face, you looked back down to the message, ‘-and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up? You know, in real life?’

Fingers flying, you typed up your response. ‘I would love to! I think I know which arena you’re at, too! Tell me what time you’re playing and we can get something to eat after your game!’

Noting that he was online still, you cleared the rest of your inbox before reloading the page.

‘First game’s at 1, look for number 71.’

The rest of the day flew by, and so did much of the next. Soon, you were driving through town to get to the ice arena. You were running a bit late due to the fact that you wanted to look nice when you met your online pen-pal. Rushing through the large glass doors, you found a seat near the sturdy windows of the skating rink and watched, waiting for a bright red ‘71’ written on a white jersey to flash across the ice.

“There!” you thought, seeing the large figure skate by. You suddenly felt very nervous.

Twisting the hem of your skirt in your shaky hands, you watched the boys on Matthew’s team warm up before the hour long game finally started.

Though at first you felt very awkward and shy as you silently cheered Matt on from your seat, you soon became overjoyed by the countless shots he made and cheered for his whole team all throughout the game.

When Matthew finally skated out of the rink, game won by a long shot, he quickly pulled off his helmet, blue violet eyes searching the stands for someone who could be his pen-pal.

A few of his teammates slammed into him, making the small Canadian boy lurch forward, blonde hair falling out of it’s loose ponytail.

Giggling a bit, you shyly pushed a bit of your own hair behind your ear so you could continue to watch the boy through your curtain of (h/c) hair.

He laughed and shoved the boys off of him, lifting his head enough under their weight so he could continue his search. Then, it happened. His bright eyes locked on to your own (e/c) ones, refusing to release you from their hypnotizing stare. A small, relieved smile slid onto his face, making the guys around him notice.

One of them looked at Matt’s face before turning to see what he was smiling at. When the boy saw you, he said something to the rest of the guys, making your long distance friend blush and pull his gaze away from you. You mirrored him, feeling your face heat up despite the frigid temperature of the room around you.

The rest of the Canadian hockey team continued to tease their star player as you peeked back up at him. The tall blonde was still blushing, but tilted his head in a way to ask you to come over.

Shakily getting up, you stumbled through the bleachers over to the little box where the team sat, talking and teasing the others on their team, namely Matt.

Standing in front of him, you took a deep breath, lowering your head as you murmured out a, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said, voice sounding soft and quiet, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You nodded in response to his whisper, shyly hiding your bright red face.

“You know,” he breathed, lips moving close to your ear, “I’m going to be here for a while.”