Jordan Staal: 03

As you replay the part where Jordan hoists the Stanley Cup for the fifth time tonight, you nudge Jordan with your elbow, but he is unresponsive.

"Jordy?" You whisper. "Are you okay?" By his steady breathing, you can tell he is asleep. Just as you stand up to leave, Jordan lets out the loudest snore you've ever heard. You jump back in shock, and turn back around to make sure he's okay. Hesitantly, you walk back to his bedside and run your fingers through his golden hair, hoping it won't wake him up.

Rolling over with a moan, Jordan throws his left arm over his body and on top of your hand. You pull your hand from underneath his and gently place it on the side of his face. As you lean in to kiss his forehead, he tilts his head up and pulls you into a surprising kiss. Truthfully, you didn't want him to stop, but he did. Shocked, you stare into his crystal blue eyes, trying to figure out his evil plan.

"Oh my goodness, Jordan! What was that?" he looked at you stupidly.

"I kissed you." he paused. "I kissed you!" You didn't see the big deal, but obviously he did. He sat up, still in bed, with that unmistakable smirk on his face.

"Look, I love you." He held you into his arms as you unwillingly try to break away. You and Jordan have been friends forever, but you didn'tlove him, did you? "I love you and I've always wanted to tell you and I don't know why I never have!" Jordan laughed and pulled you with him as he lied back down on the bed.

"What, no!" You stood up suddenly, scaring the heck out of Jordan. "We're friends, I can't- I don't love you, Jordan!" With that said, you grabbed your bag and left, making sure to slam the door as you left.

You could hear him calling your name over and over, but you never went back. You saw him, without crutches, walk out the front door in an attempt to run to your car before you left.

"I'm sorry," you whispered to yourself. "But I can't do this!"

Really, Jordan?

Well, looks like Staalsy's gonna be out for a while. Maybe until after Thanksgiving ("Canadian or American?") Really, Jordan?

Jordan Staal: 02

Yay! Next chapter!!

You've always hated when Jordan would call you at three in the morning. It didn't happen often, but when it did, you usually wouldn't go back to sleep at all the rest of the night. Tonight was no exception. As you glance at the caller ID, you sigh and pick up the phone.

"Jordan?" You were silent for a moment. " What's going on?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." You roll your eyes as you lie back down on your soft bed.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna-"

"No!" He inturrupted. "You can't hang up!"

"I want to go back to sleep, Jordan!" You both were silent as he thought of an excuse.

"Well, so do I? But I can't!"

"Why not?" Thinking about the dream you were rudely awoken from, you wondered what his "reason" would be this time.

" I miss you."

For a second, you almost believed him. You knew it was just another way to get you to come over to his place and spend the night with him. He wouldn't give up, so you might as well give in.

"Only because you're hurt, Jordan."

"Yay! Thank you!" By the sound of his voice you could tell he was smiling. You couldn't help but smile yourself.

"I'll be right over."

When you get to Jordan's house, you notice that all the lights were off, but the door was unlocked. You slip your jacket off and throw it on the wooden chair in the living room. After you lock the door behind you,you switch on the lights and head toward the bedroom. Jordan has the TV on, it was a recording of the Penguins Stanley Cup winning game.

"Hey girlie!" he calls. "You look tired." His reminder made you yawn. You plop down on the chair next to the bed, pulling your knees to your chest. Wearily, you watch the game that Jordan had recorded. He kept rewinding and replaying Marc-Andre Fleury's interview at the end of the game where he curses on TV and actually realizes it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqIz4iybCuY

Jordan giggles every time Flower says those words. Before you know it, your laughing too, and you've completely forgot that you're tired.

ATTENTION: NEW FEATURE

IT'S OFFICIAL:

Since I had sooooo much fun with that Jordan Staal post, I'm going to make it a regular thing! Every week, I will write and post a new chapter/date with Gronk. I'm really excited for this! Not too sure what I'm going to call this feature, though. If you guys have any ideas, let me know!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JORDAN!!

Today is a special day (AKA Jordan Staal's Birthday)!!! I had a request for this one, and I couldn't resist... I LOVE YOU, JORDY!! Rest that foot!!

Name: Jordan Staal

DOB: September 10, 1988

Current NHL Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

Location: Your place

Date/Time: right before hockey season/NOW, even if you’re reading this at three in the morning, I’ll make it work

“GRONK!” You yell at the gorgeous blonde man who opens the door. “Happy Birthday!” As soon as he realizes it’s you, Jordan squeezes you into the tightest bear hug. It’s been at least a month since you’ve seen him, he’s been in Thunder Bay with his family the whole summer. You’ve really missed him, and he’s missed you. The last time you saw him, he was being helped

You told Jordy that you’d like him to come to your place tonight, and that you’d pick him up around eight. Here you are, and there he is, staring at you mesmorizingly. You were just so excited to see him again, you never expected him to be using crutches and a walking boot. But it’s pretty easy to look past the obvious when you’re thinking about Jordan Staal.to the locker room during game 1 of round two of the Stanley Cup Playoffs [against the Habs]. You weren’t allowed to see Jordan during or after the game, even though you had a pass. The trainers were never this strict, so you expected that whatever happened to Jordy was pretty serious. It was. Unbelievably, he came back 3 games later, which, of course, backfired. He was back in town for a re-evaluation of his foot, and to find out whether or not he could start training camp, let alone the season.

“Jordan! I didn’t realize you were that hurt. You’re still on crutches?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “It’s not mandatory, but I wanna be careful, y’know? I really want to play as soon as possible.” He looked down at his injured foot and his smile immediately faded. For a moment, his eyes completely focused on the ground, and he seemed to be in a whole other place. “Uh, let’s go now.”

Jordan looked back up and led the way to your car. It took him at least five minutes to fit the crutches through the tiny door. Frustrated, he finally throws them in the back seat and slams the door shut. With a sigh, he leaned back and put his hands over his face.

“You okay, Jordy?” You turn to him as you start the engine. He peeks over at you through his fingers and mutters “just drive.” On the way home, he turns the radio up as loud as it can go. It’s a bit distracting, but not as distracting as the man to your right.

When you arrive home, you get the crutches out of the back seat and hand them to Jordan when he steps out of the tiny car. He grabs them from you, gives you the death glare, and lets himself into your house. You lock the door behind you and turn around to see Gronk plop down on the sofa and throw the crutches at the floor. He usually comes here to see you after home games, and you’ve seen him upset, but this was completely new.

“Okay,” You took the seat next to him. “What’s going on?” Jordan had the TV on, but you snatch the remote and switch it off. He kicked his feet up onto the side of the couch, wincing in pain when his right foot landed. You pull him back by his shoulders, laying his head in your lap.

Millions of words flew out of Jordan’s mouth in the next five minutes. Topics varied from wanting to play hockey again, to what the doctors said about his foot, and probably to something that has to do with Sidney Crosby. You couldn’t really tell because he was talking so fast you could hardly make scense of the words.

“Let’s try this again.” You interrupt him mid sentence. “What’s wrong?”

Jordan looks into your eyes, and you understand what’s going on. Suddenly, you can feel everything he feels. You can see everything he sees. It’s like you were there the whole time, just because he wanted you to be.

7/20/10: Just wondering

Just wondering, how many of you think the Staal family should have a reality show on the NHL Network? I think it would be my favourite show ever! I would watch it every day!

6/28/10: Evgeni Malkin

(image found on Google)

Oh my gosh, sorry this is late. I've been really busy. Has anyone seen Eclipse?

Name: Evgeni Malkin

DOB: July 31

Current NHL Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

You are standing outside in the hundred-degree afternoon. When a black convertible pulls up in your driveway, Geno looks at you and smiles. Hurriedly, you hop into the passenger seat and put on your sunglasses.

"You ready?" He asks. "We have fun, right?" He plugs his iPod nano into the car radio using something you've never seen before. When he turns it on, you expect some weird Russian song, but this is Evgeni Malkin we're talking about.

As you drive through town, you lean your head back and let your skin soak up the rays of the bright, bright sun. The white sunglasses you had on let the glare through the lenses, but you were able to find comfort in the feeling of Geno's arm wrapped around your shoulders.

After what seemed like only minutes, the car crosses through the outskirts of town, toward the shoreline. Not much later, you arrive at the beach. He unloads everything out of the car; you only carry what you brought with you. Politely, you ask to carry something, but Evgeni insists that he has everything under control. Within minutes, you and Geno have set out the towels and are running like kids toward the salty water off the coast. Thinking he will do it too, you run all the way to where the water comes up to your waist. Of course you didn't think about how cold the water would be. When you look back to the sand with a shocked look on your face, you spot Geno standing in ankle-deep water, laughing. You playfully jog back to him and pull him all the way under the waves with you. When you stand back up again, your hair falls over your face and blocks your vision. Jokingly, you put your arms out in front of you, searching for Evgeni. You quickly find him and set your hands on his shoulders. His hands are on your waist, and he continues to pull you closer. Just as you think that you're close enough for him to kiss you, he "falls" into the water, bringing you with him. Knowing that he did this on purpose, you practically stand on top of him in your attempt to keep him underwater. Obviously, its easy for Geno to fight back, but after an hour of this fun you hint that you're getting tired so he packs up everything and drives you home.

Immediately after you wave him goodbye, Evgeni calls after you and runs up to you with a necklace in his hand. It must have been the necklace you wore today; it probably fell off in the car. As Geno gently hands it back to you, you look up into his eyes to thank him, but you suddenly have the passionate, burning desire to say something else.

What would you say to him?