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Derek Thompson left the ice at the end of the game, disappointed again. It had been three whole years since he had scored a goal, or even tried a shot! Maybe I'll get it next time, he thought sadly to himself, knowing full well he wouldn't. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and kept walking.

As he approached all the screaming fans by the exit, someone caught his eye. A pretty young brunette woman with a boy with sandy blonde hair that looked like her son. She glanced in Derek's direction and he gave her his signature smile.

"Would you like an autograph?" Derek called out to her.

"Why not," she shrugged, and handed him a pen and her notebook. He turned to the little boy she was with.

"What's your name?"

"Randy Harris," he said shyly, hiding behind his mom. Derek signed the book and on the next page he wrote his phone number and the words "I'd like to see you again sometime. Derek." He handed the book back and walked off to the locker rooms, an unexpected smile appearing on his face.

That night, Derek was watching TV, thinking about how lonely he was. Sure, he had friends. But he was beginning to think that they wouldn't be around if he say, suddenly dropped out of hockey or something. Revelling in this melancholy thought, he took a long sip of his beer, attempting to drown his sorrows.

Unexpectedly, he felt a strange vibration coming from his back pocket. He reached back and pulled out his phone, which was flashing madly to signal an incoming call. He flipped it open unaware of who might be calling him during his TV time.


"Hi. Um, my name is Carly. We met at the game today?" Derek's glum expression was suddenly erased from his face and replaced with an ecstatic grin.

"Oh! Hi! You got my note then! How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks. Well, I called to tell you that, um, you have my pen." Derek remembered signing the autograph and giving back the book... But not the pen!!!

"Oh! Yeah, sorry about that! I have it right here! How urgently do you need it back? I mean, we could go out sometime, or you could come to my place, or I could go to your place..."

"Well. I'll text you my address and you could come around anytime from now. But not too late, my kids would be sleeping."

"Well, OK, that sounds great! I'll see you soon then!"

"Bye!" Derek snapped his phone shut and stared at it, anticipating the message it would soon be receiving.

A/N How was that? This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh!!! Some constructive criticism would be nice, though! I will be adding more chapters soon!