Gus folded the drawing up carefully and put it in his back pocket before flinging his backpack over his shoulder. The bell still hadn't rung when the left-wing punched him in the shoulder. "With the way you were talking with that kid, someone might think you're gay," the left-wing commented loudly. Gus rolled his dark eyes, pulling at his buttons again. "Yeah, well whoever assumes that is stupid," he said, now determined to find a girl to hook up with after the game. Anything to keep the guys from finding out.

As Apollow walked out of the classroom he had a slight hint of regret for not giving Gus his number, it was nice to have someone who wasn't only interested in his career. Next class was science, and the teacher had a sub that day. So we informed the sub where he was going. And headed to the library to find a good book.

Throughout the rest of the day, instead of paying attention to class, like usual, he looked around at all the girls. Most of the ones the boys would expect him to choose are snotty cheerleaders who just use them for one night only. Kind of like how the hockey team does. But every time he started to stray from his goal, his mind went back to Apollow. When he got home that night, he was going to try and find some of the boy's music to listen to.

As he paroused the library, he found a book to settle down and read. His mind wandered to a design for the snake sketch he started. his last few classes he worked more on drawing the snake, adding the blue, and touches of magenta, and a bit of the gold from an acrylic marker he had hidden away. When he finally got hom he diced to quickly change into some more casual clothes, then waited until the game was supposed to start.

Gus and the team had to go straight to the rink where their gear was already waiting. Gus picked up his bag, setting it on a bench in the locker room. He rummaged through it, pulling out his shorts first. After pulling them on, he went in the order he had always done. Shin guards, socks, skates, chest pads, elbow guards, jersey, and helmet. He always had a habit of leaving his gloves off until they actually needed to be on the ice. The team's colors would be up tonight, purple and white. The same colors that matched his jersey as he walked out of the locker room and stood on the outside of the wall, the Zamboni preparing the ice. The back of his jersey displayed his last name in large white letters: "Fenlow".

Apollow arrived at the ring, he was a bit early, but he wanted to get a Good seat. He decided to change into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, since it was bound to be cold. He saw the people preparing the ice, and a few teammembers waiting outside the rink. He wondered which one was Gus, he didn't get hi last name, so he would have to just hope gus saw him, and wave to each player.

Gus pulled his gloves on in anticipation when they were called to the other side of the rink to settle on the bench before being sent out to play. As soon as he placed a skate on the ice, he was off to the other side of the rink, positioned low and stick held just slightly above the ice. Before he knew it, he was plowing to a sideways stop at the other gate, opening it, and stepping onto the padded ground. From this angle, he could see the seats up on the balcony much more clearly. His eyes searched for the now familiar snow-white hair. He caught sight of Apollow and quickly looked away before the boy could notice him, though through the helmet it would be a challenge.

He watched as the team came out, and waved at each one of them, knowing one of them was Gus.

(Short because.... how do I do watching a game? He sat there silently and cheered when a point was won? Yeah...)

(Okee lol. I can shorten it up a bit)

At the end of the game, Gus was called back out from being benched. He quickly swapped places and found his natural spot and speed on the right side of the rink. He panted roughly, eyes tracking the other team's players. With the other team on his side of the ice, it was his job to play defense. He followed the puck, stick close to the ground, ready to steal it. Only 45 seconds were left in the game when he slipped his stick in to take the puck. He sent it off to a teammate to score the winning goal.

Apollow cheered at the winning goal, punching his fist in the air, "yeah!!". Though he wasn't very loud, it was still more than ne would usually. Heck, he wouldn't even be here usually. He did bring his sketch book, and he had a few really good ones, but he had to stop midway through because his hands were freezing.