The two walked into their coaches office, smiles plastered on both of their faces.
"Coach, Coach, I know we don't have a slot open, and I'm willing to do something about it." Coach Bombay looked up at. the two kids and put down his pen. "You know how I always told you I'd make a better coach than a player?" Their coach nodded as Harvey walked to the doorway, motioning for someone to come in. "Well Harvey and I did some scouting for us." Harvey and Russ walked into his office to see their coach with a some what dissapointed look.
"Russ Tyler. Coach Bombay." Bombay sighed and looked down at his desk.
"Russ Tyler, huh." The three nodded with smiles on their faces as they stood there, witing for an answer. "Well Russ, what can you do for us?" The three looked at each other, shocked that he's never heard.
"You never heard of my knucklepuck?" Harvey chuckled as coach's expression went from dissapointed to confused.
"Knucklepuck? No."
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"Team USA leading Russia two-to-one here in the third period." Harvey watched as her team mates past the puck around the rink. Just like Charlie said, he would coach. Charlie took Harvey's job of assisstant coach when Russ joined the team. "Russ Tyler, team USA's newest member from Los Angeles, calling for the puck." Luis passes him the puck as two Russian players skate at him full speed. "He gets it." He turns the puck on its side and looks at the goalie. "He winds up. He shoots. He scores!" The crowd and team cheer as Russ raises his arms up in excitement. Sirens blare as people cheer as one very happy Russ Tyler skates towards his team. Harvey looked at Charlie and nodded her head, as a respectful act to thank him for giving up his spot as she skated off the rink and towards the locker room.
"You played well, Harv." She turned around and saw Adam standing there with his sling on his arm. She knew how much he hated that thing and she felt bad. She walked up to him, dropping all of her things and pulling him into a hug.
"Thanks, Banksie." She pulled away and walked over to her gear, picking it up and holding her hand out. "C'mon, everyone's in the locker room." He walked towards her and grabbed her hand with his good one and let the girl pull him towards their friends. The hall leading to the lockers were crowded with camera huys and interviewers. She tried to get through everyone as fast as she could.
They got to the locker room and Harvey walked towards her locker, already pulling her jersey and skates off.
"I told him no visitors, but he wanted to congadualte you anyways." The team began cheering, making Harvey turn around. She looked to see Wayne Gretzky walking into the locker room.
"Holy crap." Her eyes widened as her smile got bigger. She had a poster of him in her bedroom. The whole team surrounded him, wanting to shake his hand or wanting to just say hi to him. Harvey stayed at a good distnace behind everyone next to Adam. They both looked at each other and smiled, knowng they finally met the Wayne Gretzky.
"This is the great one!" Harvey laughed at Charlie's excitement and shook her head.
"Wayne's fine." One of the photographers walked in front of the team and smiled.
"Say hockey." Everyone turned to the man and squished together. Harvey sat in the very front and smiled.
"Hockey!"
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"Harvey!" She groaned as she opened her eyes to the banging on her door. "Coach wants us down at the rink." She rolled her eyes as her brother continued to bang on the door.
"Hold on, Lu. I have to grab all of my gear first." She opened the door and let her brother in and walked back to her suitcase. She put on her sweats, Adam's sweats, her black USA hockey hoodie, and her high tops. "Its our day off. Why do we have practice?" Her brother smiled and shook his head.
"He said to just come in your clothes, no gear." Harvey stopped what she was doing entirely and looked at her brother, confused. "I'm confused too, but he said no gear, so that means to gear." She sighed and grabbed her room key off of her dresser and made her way out the door behind her brother, with her skated in hand.
The twins went downstairs and met up with the rest of her team. All of them looked at her and smiled.
"Harvey, you have to stop taking Adam's clothes. He's not going to have anything to wear anymore." She glared at Goldberg while to arms wrapped around her waist.
"Shut up Goldie, she can take what she wants." Harvey stuck her tongue out and hugged her boyfriend as Goldberg prtended to throw up.
"Aw, Goldie. Im sorry you don't have anyone to love you and I do." Harvey and Goldie were constantly making fun of each other, but neither of them meant anything, and they both knew it.
"Let me guess, you weren't even awake when Luis went to get you." She chuckled and stared at her boyfriend.
"You are absolutely right."
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"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Everyone agreed with luis and huddled around their coach.
"Guys, this is our last team practice which means-" Before Coach Bombay could finish, Harvey had interrupted him.
"The return of Captain Blood." The team laughed as their coach smiled, shaking his head no.
"No. It means, let's have some fun!" Coach held out a beachball and threw it in the air as the team cheered, skating over to the ball and kicking it around. Averman grabbed the ball and skated away from the team, hitting it to the other side of the rink, and making it land at the feet of the Iceland team.
"Damn it Averman." He apoligized under his breath as Coach Stansson picked up the ball, popping it and throwing it.
"Playtime is over. We have the ice now. You and your little rink rats must leave." Luis put a hand on his sister's shoulder as he heard the spanish profanities being mumbled under her breath.
"The only thing little is your career in the pros." Harvey looked at Dean and both of their eyes widened.
"Thats our coach." Dean nodded and continued to watch the two coaches. While standing there, Harvey felt a pair of eyes on her, the boy that she pushed onto his ass. He smirked at her as he looked her up and down, not breaking eye contact. "Luis, tall blonde dude is being weird." Luis' gaze went from Stansson tot he player, glaring at him and stepping in front of his sister.
"Well at least I had a shot. I was there." Some of the Iceland boys smirked.
"You were a disgrace." Harvey watched as her coach looked at the Iceland trainer, and it was gross. "Alright team, we're outta here." The team just stood there, staring down the other team. "Let's go, I said! Come on!"
"Can you still move on the ice?" They all looked at the Iceland coach. "Well, please, play a little with me." Cooach Bombay just stood there, waiting for him to finish. "Show me the famous triple deke your daddy taught you. Or was it that old geezer over there?" Harvey tried to skate towards the coach but Luis, Dean, and Adam blocked her from doing it, not wanting her to do something she would regret. "Marria." The blonde lady handed the coach his stick, before the coach handed it to Bombay. "What are we gonna do?" Coach looked at the stick but couldn't think of anything.
"Three bar. First one to hit both posts and the crossbar, have to take it out past the blue line-" Stansson put his hand up towards the girl and stopped her.
"I know the game, little girl." She glared at the coach, but he only smiled, devilishly. Harvey grabbed a her bag that was sitting in the box and skated towards the middle of the rink where the two coaches were already standing.
"Play fair." She turned towards Stansson and smirked. "I already know how your boys play, so don't play like them." She dropped the puck and moved out of the way as the two men circled around the puck, Stansson skating down the rink wth it as both teams cheered. Stansson pushed down Bombay and hit the left post, making his team cheer.
Bombay, right post. One to one.
Bombay, left post. Two to one.
Coach Bombay was skating towards the net and he was about to hit the crossbar, but Stansson whacked his bad knee with his stick, making Bombay groan as he fell to the floor. The whole team skated towards him, worried about their coach.
"Get your coach off the ice. We have to practice now." While everyone was focused on blocking Dean, no one noticed Harvey skating around them and straight at Stansson.
"Eres un idiota. Nunca serás tan bueno como entrenador. Eres un aspirante que nunca llegará a ningún lado."
"Shit." Before anyone else beside Luis could even comprehend what was happening, Harvey's knee made contact with Stannson's groin. He fell over and it made a loud thud, making her team turn and look at her. She crouched down and looked at Stansson.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
Eres un idiota. Nunca serás tan bueno como entrenador. Eres un aspirante que nunca llegará a ningún lado. (You asshole. You will never be as good as coach. You're a wannabe that will never get anywhere.)
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