::Zach Parise:: Can You Ever Forgive Me? ::One-Shot::

::Zach Parise:: Can You Ever Forgive Me? ::One-Shot::

It seemed like we weren’t made for each other. He was perfect in every way. He wasn’t one of the tallest in the league at 5’ 11”, but he wasn’t one of the shortest either. He was always one of the best goal scorers for the Devils, but he didn’t flaunt it much. He was so modest about things. He was really sweet, too, and it was always so easy to get lost in his perfect brown eyes. We had only two things in common: Our love for hockey and we were both born in Minnesota. I wasn’t even one of those people who a guy like him would notice. It seemed strange that, out of all the people in New Jersey, he picked me. It was like a dream when he said it. Those three little words that got my heart pounding: I love you. I couldn’t think straight after that. I don’t know why I did it, I just ran away. I was scared and confused. I left the country completely. I spent the last few years with family in Russia. I’ve been there since then, and that was almost two months ago.

It’s been three years now, three long years since I’ve seen him. I missed him terribly, but I still couldn’t gather up the courage to try and go back to see him. I couldn’t face him. I knew I’d hurt him when I left, but it was too much. I was still unsure on how I felt about him. I could tell that my mother wanted me to go back and ask him to forgive me. I didn’t even know if he remembered me at all. I was too scared, and I started feeling lonely again. I locked myself in my room and hid there for a week. Mom came up and was pounding on the door, trying to get me to come out, but nothing worked. She finally called someone, I’m not sure who.

I heard a knock on my door. I ignored it. The knock grew louder, and I still ignored it. There was a voice, too quiet for me to tell whose it was. It, too, got louder, and I felt my heart jump. It was him! My mom must have called him to get me out of my room!

“Alyssa, Alyssa, please come out. I want to talk to you.”

He was calling for me. I pressed my face into my knees and didn’t answer. I felt my body shaking with my silent tears.

“Alyssa, please come out. I need to talk to you.”

I shook my head to myself. Maybe... I thought. Maybe if I ignore him long enough... I heard him knocking again.

“Alyssa, please come out!”

He was begging now, I could hear it in his voice. I shook more, I was trembling all over now. I heard him outside my door; he sounded like he was trying to break it down.

“Alyssa! Come out now!”

He was shouting now. I cried out in fear. He stopped at the sound. My tears were no longer silent.

“Alyssa, I’m so sorry,”

He was whispering, I had to strain to hear him. I was still crying. I could hear the pain in his voice.

“I have nothing to say.”

My voice was thick, there was a heavy accent from speaking no English for the last three years. I heard him lean against the door.

“Alyssa, please come out. I need you. Please come back to me.”

He was whimpering, I could hear it. I started crying harder, and I couldn’t control myself. I flung open the door and flew into his arms. I felt him instantly take me in them, tightening his grip on me. He was stroking my hair, and my arms were tight around his waist. I buried my face into his jersey and sobbed there. I heard him shushing me gently as he picked me up into his arms. I think I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is opening my eyes to see his soft brown ones there. He smiled sweetly at me. I looked away, I didn’t deserve such a sweet thing.

“Are you okay, Alyssa?”

I had hurt him and he was asking me if I was okay? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I shook, and he took me into his arms once more. My answer to his question was simple.

“No. I’m not okay. I’ve been an idiot. I haven’t seen you in three years! And you’re the one asking me if I’m okay. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t I be asking if you’re okay? I hurt you, I know I must have. And I know that it isn’t something you get over in three years. You must still be angry at me for running away. I would understand if you told me you hated me and that you never want to see me again. Go ahead, say it. I know you want to. It will help you get over me.”

I lowered my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. I was afraid what I’d find there. I was on the edge of the bed now, as far from him as I could be in this small room. He reached out, and I pulled away, standing up, backing away from him.

“Alyssa, I could never hate you. Even after you hurt me, I still loved you, and I still do love you. Come back to me. I need you.”

His voice was soft, gentle. It hurt me more than it would have if he’d yelled at me. I turned away from him and ran again. This time, he came after me. He followed me. I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I fell to my knees and cried there, rocking myself back and forth. People were staring at me. I heard him come up behind me. He knelt next to me.

“I don’t want you to run away anymore.”

He said to me. I stared up at him through tear filled eyes. I could see the love and forgiveness there. It was more than I deserved, but I could tell he wouldn’t let me go. I stood and stepped forward into his arms. I opened my mouth to say something.

“Zach?”

“Yes, Alyssa?”

“I love you, too.”

And then I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. In that instant, when he kissed me back, I knew we were meant for each other.

Brandon Dubinsky One-Shot (Basically a one chapter story)

The more you see the less you know

The less you find out as you go

I knew much more then than I do now

I knew I loved him. Ever since I had first seen him, I knew it deep down somewhere. At first, it just didn't seem that way; I hadn't been sure what it was. Now I realized it was love. I smiled to myself, remembering the first time I had seen him. It was right after a game in The Joe against the Red Wings. I was always a big Rangers fan even if I had been brought up in a family of Red Wing fans in Detroit. I had always loved going to Rangers games. The first game I went to last season was the first time I'd seen him.

Neon heart dayglo eyes

A city lit by fireflies

They’re advertising in the skies

For people like us

Though I knew it was love, I had never actually met him. I hoped to someday, and I knew I had to just keep hoping and it might happen sometime. I was actually going to New York to see a game in Madison Square Garden. My dream might have finally been realized. A brightly lit city like that would feel like home to me.

And I miss you when you’re not around

I’m getting ready to leave the ground

I was in the airport, waiting anxiously to catch my flight to the city from Detroit. My friend Chris had agreed to pick me up from the airport, and I would get a tour of the city before the game started. My heart was pounding; I was so eager to see the city. When my plane took off, I put my music on to calm myself down so I wouldn't be too nervous when I landed. It didn't seem real to me. It was too much like a dream.

Oh you look so beautiful tonight

In the city of blinding lights

The city was blinding, even in the day. I shielded my eyes as I stepped off the plane. Chris laughed at me and told me I'd get used to it. I got a great tour of the whole Manhattan area before we made our way to MSG. I was nervous again, and I clutched onto Chris's arm. He laughed again and said I'd be fine and that they would love me. I really only wanted one person to love me, but I didn't tell him that. I just smiled and followed him inside.

Don’t look before you laugh

Look ugly in a photograph

Flash bulbs purple irises

The camera can’t see

Me and the guys were standing around in the forum of the Garden when Chris came in, towing a girl none of us had seen before behind him. He introduced her as Kristen and told us she was one of his friends. We all introduced ourselves to her, but her eyes seemed to linger on me the longest. I pushed the thought aside; I couldn't think like that. She was absolutely gorgeous; I hoped Chris was willing to share his friend.

I’ve seen you walk unafraid

I’ve seen you in the clothes you made

Can you see the beauty inside of me?

What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

Kristen stuck around for a while. I was glad; we had really gotten to know each other in the time we were together. I found out that she was trying to be a fashion designer, and she advertised herself by wearing hand-made clothing. I loved the things she came up with. They were so creative and looked like they'd taken weeks rather than hours. When we were together, she seemed really comfortable and genuinely happy. I was glad I was making her happy. Chris noticed this too; he confronted me after a game against the Devils.

"Hey Brandon."

"Hey Chris. What's up?"

"You seem to be pretty close to Krissy."

"Yeah, she's so nice and she seems great."

"Yeah? You're not planning on taking advantage of her, are you?"

"'Course not, Chris! What kind of guy do you think I am?"

He held his hands up in defense. "Don't get mad, Brandon. I just want what's best for Krissy. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." I calmed down after he spoke.

"Sorry, man. I guess I overreacted a bit."

"No worries, I understand." We finished changing in silence.

And I miss you when you’re not around

I’m getting ready to leave the ground

We were getting ready to leave for a road game in Montreal. Krissy was coming with us, of course; she was sort of our good luck charm. We sat together on the plane and chatted a bit, but then, when we got to Montreal, she had to leave us because we had a press conference. I knew it wouldn’t be long, but it would feel like forever every minute we were apart. Three agonizingly long hours later, I finally got to see her again.

Oh you look so beautiful tonight

In the city of blinding lights

We decided to go out to dinner, just the two of us. She looked so gorgeous in her strapless red dress, with her hair curled and the beautiful red lipstick she wore. She seemed embarrassed that I kept commenting on it, but I laughed and took her hand. We had a great time at dinner, and I hoped we’d have more nights like that in the future. We went back to the hotel content to be with each other.

Time… time

Won’t leave me as I am

But time won’t take the boy out of this man

When we got back to the hotel, I took her to my room. When we got there, she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back. It was soft and short, but passionate. She kissed me again as I pulled away, pulling me against her. I could feel every curve of her body as she pressed herself against me. Pulling my key out of my back pocket, I took her to my room for the night.

Oh you look so beautiful tonight

Oh you look so beautiful tonight

Oh you look so beautiful tonight

In the city of blinding lights

It’s been three months since that wonderful night, and I learned today that Krissy is going to have a baby; my baby. We don’t know the gender yet, but we’re hoping for a boy. I’m so excited, and I get more and more so with every passing week.

It’s now been six months since that wonderful night with Brandon, and we learned that I’m having a boy. Brandon was so excited about it, and I was happy to see him so happy. My stomach’s gotten noticeably bigger, so it’s a good thing my parents aren’t here. We’re eager for the baby to be born.

It’s been nine months to the day, and baby Aiden Brandon Dubinsky was born at three o’clock this morning. I named him after Brandon because I knew he’d really like that. He looks so much like his father! I love both of them very much, and I know that Brandon and I were meant to be together.

The more you know the less you feel

Some pray for others steal

Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… luckily

Three years ago, I met Brandon Dubinsky thanks to my friend Chris Drury. Now, three years later, Chris is the best man at our wedding. We are so blessed to have each other and to have little Aiden Brandon, and hopefully there will be more little Dubinsky’s running around our household with their older brother. We have a happy life with each other ahead of us and nothing can stand in our way.

Simply an introduction

This blog was created by me simply for the purpose to share some of my written "works" with others. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but I won't accept people leaving hate mail. Most of my stories will involve hockey players, so you've been warned in advance. Thanks for taking the time to read this!