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Today was Valentine's Day and it was just going down the toilet for me. My boyfriend (or ex I should say) was cheating on me and I found out today...

How did I find out?

Let's just say he was making out with her on the couch just as I walked in from my shift down at Starbucks.

Naturally, my instincts were to drive to my best friend, Nate's apartment. As soon as I got there, I walked into the building and knocked on the door, waiting for the door to open.

Eventually, the door opened and I saw Tom, André, and Michael standing at the other side.

"Hey Y/N! What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Michael sipped his beer and I sadly sighed.

"E/BF/N cheated on me with some girl he met through his friends..." I kicked the pebbles on the ground and I saw they all had somber faces.

"We're so sorry, Y/N.... And it's Valentine's Day, which wasn't really ideal..." Tom stammered and I just looked at him confusedly.

"We were just on our way to pick up some food from Domino's, isn't that right, guys?" André looked at his fellow teammates and they nodded their heads.

They said their goodbyes to me as they were putting on their winter stuff and left. I opened the door slightly enough so I could get in.

Taking my winter stuff off, I saw Nate walk into the kitchen.

"Hey Y/N, have you seen where-Y/N! What're you doing here?" Nate rummaged through the fridge and briefly looked at me for a second before he slammed it shut and yelled.

"Oh, E/BF/N cheated on me with some girl he met through his friends....I told him to get out of my apartment, but I just wanted to clear my mind..." I sadly smiled and saw that he had a look of sorrow on his face.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you, darling..." Nate mumbled, walking out of the kitchen to where I was and gave me a hug.

Something about being in Nate's arms just made me feel tingly. Was it possible that despite being with E/BF/N, that I started to develop feelings for Nate?

"Hey! How about we play a round of NHL 16 as we wait for the brobeans to get back with the pizza?" Nate smiled, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, I'd love that, Schmidty." I chuckled, taking my hand in his and ran to the living room.

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"And boom, Granlund with a goal, assisted by Hamilton and Brodie!" I celebrated my goal and Nate just rolled his eyes.

"You were just lucky that the puck went past Grubi..." Nate muttered and got ready for the faceoff.

"How about we make a friendly bet?"

"And that is?"

"The loser has to do something that the winner wouldn't have expected...."

"You're on, L/N!"

"Eat my dust, Schmidt!"

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"And the Flames beat the Capitals 4-3 in the shootout, thanks to Gaudreau!" I whooped while Nate groaned.

He faced me and I was just straight on confused.

"Nate, what are you goin-" I spoke in a confused manner before he cut me off with a soft yet tender kiss.

It wasn't too rough, but it was one to remember for the coming ages and I pulled away after a few minutes to catch up with my breath.

"I probably shouldn't have done that...You just came out of a relationship today and it was really-" Nate started to ramble on and I cut him off with a gentle peck.

"I've fallen in love with you too, Nate." I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"R-really?"

I nodded my head and his smile grew bigger and bigger.

"What do you say I treat my beautiful girlfriend out to dinner for Valentine's Day tonight, Mademoiselle L/N?"

"Lead the way, Monsieur Schmidt."