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.

FINALLY

Marc Staal FINALLY signed with the Rangers!! :) It totally made my week. March 12, 2010. Rangers at Sharks. I'M TOTALLY GONNA MARC THAT ON MY CALENDAR!!

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!

6/20/10: Marc Staal

(image found on Google)

You voted, he won, and we're going time travelling! You can pretend it's December, right?

Name: Marc Staal

DOB: January 13, 1987

Current NHL Team: New York Rangers

It's a really freaking cold winter day in New York City. Today is December 21, the first day of winter. Marc called you last night and asked if you wanted to go ice skating. Of course you said yes, even though you have never been ice skating before. When you hear the doorbell ring, you quickly put on a bright blue scarf and rush to answer the door.

He greets you with a hug instead of words. Marc tells you that you will be walking, even though it is literally thirty degrees out. As you pass each and every building in New York, he gives you a history lesson about them, even though you already know everything he says. You are dazzled at the general atmosphere in the big city, and Marc doesn't seem any different even though he's lived here for years. After about twenty minutes, you arrive in Rockerfeller Plaza. Marc gets excited and runs toward the skating rink. You have fun running after him, although you aren't sure how tired you'll be when you stop.

After putting on his skates (which he brought), he gets yours and laces them up for you. The first step on the ice was the hardest. You force Marc to hold your hand, which he does. You are surprised that hockey players can skate so easily; you haven't even been on the ice for five minutes but you're already sore from falling so many times. Each time you do, though, Marc helps you up and encourages you to keep going. After an hour, you let go of the boards and are only holding Marc's hand.

You don't know many of the holiday songs that have been playing while you skated, but you instantly recognize the beginning of the song Hallelujah, performed by The Canadian Tenors. Momentarily, you stop skating to make sure that it's the song you're thinking of. It is. Marc recognizes it, too. As you skate, he sings along to the verses and the chorus flawlessly. You are surprised that he sang it loudly like he did. He had a great singing voice, and he deserves to show it off, but you originally didn't think that he was that kind of person.

Just as you are really starting to enjoy yourself, some guy runs you over. He turns back to look at you, but he sees Marc. You know that guy, it's Sean Avery.

"Hey Marc," he calls sarcastically. "Sorry." Marc rolls his eyes and looks at you. Seeing you down on the ice, he worriedly helps you up and apologizes. Without asking, he leads you across center ice and off the rink. You sit down on a bench where Marc takes off his skates and your skates. He again grabs your hand and leads you away from the rink. You walk back toward your house, making very little conversation along the way. When you get home, Marc asks you if you're okay. Jokingly, you reply "Um, I think I dislocated my shoulder." He thinks you're serious, though.

"Let's get you to a hospital." You can see that he is worried. When you tell him you're kidding, he blushes. "Well, um, do you wanna try this again tomorrow?"

Will you say yes, and risk getting run over by Sean Avery? Did you find this a fun date?