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HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY DYLAN!

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2/3 strome brothers ✌🏽 | 6.23.17

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I just love Dylan Strome

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I Remember You - Dylan Strome part 1

This is part one of first story I’ve ever written. Sorry its kinda short, I hope you like it. 

Word Count:1,517

When I first got into hockey, I was introduced to the Dallas Stars and it felt almost impossible to start learning about other teams and players I would grow to love. The AHL was my gateway into other teams because I just so happened to be smack dab in between two teams each roughly an hour away. My sister was the one who introduced me to the Tucson Roadrunners but more specifically Dylan Strome.

I couldn’t wait until they played either San Antonio or the Texas Stars because then it would be much easier to for me to see him play. He was called up to the Arizona Coyotes very briefly right before my sister and I were going to see the Roadrunners play against the San Antonio Rampage, another team we loved. We started to worry that we would  miss our chance when he got sent back down just in time to make the trip to Texas. On the night of the game, I was freaking out that I was going to be late, being held up at work longer than I had originally planned. Thankfully, we made it just as warm-ups started. After using the restroom to make sure my hair and makeup looked absolutely perfect, we got drinks and made the way to our glass side seats just in time for the boys skate out onto the ice. With all the boos filling the rink I couldn't help but smile because it was finally happening. I was finally getting to see Dylan Strome. He was no longer going to be just a picture or a video on tumblr, no longer a person on a pedestal. He was real and he was going to be right in front of me.

Too excited to sit down, I stood throughout the entirety of the warm up period. I made eye contact with Dylan many times as he made his way around their half of the rink, tapping the glass every time he skated past me. As the warm up period ended, I looked through all the pictures I took realizing most of them were in fact of Dylan. I had occasional pictures of other guys, but my favorite was Dylan, Kyle Capobianco, and Lawson Crouse all laughing about something. The picture showed how genuinely happy they were about being out on the ice ready to play. In that moment smiling down at my phone, I heard a stick tapping on the glass. I looked up to see Dylan give me a wink paired with a cocky smile before he exited the rink heading to the locker rooms with the rest of the team.

The game went great ending with an exciting Tucson victory. In the car on the way home, I couldn’t help but wonder if all those looks meant something or if it was just something he did with all the fans. I already decided that when they came back to Texas in a month to play the Texas Stars, I would be there to see them win again.

I had an entire month to prepare myself for that game. In that time, I convinced myself that he didn’t remember me and that the looks didn’t mean anything whatsoever. I mean, he saw tons of people all the time so what made me so special?

Before I saw them again, I knew I needed a Tucson Roadrunners shirt to represent my team. The shirt arrived the day before, just in time for the game. The day of the game was pure torture even between working two jobs. Neither one was busy enough to make the day go by quickly.

I stood throughout the entire warm up period next to the glass again, hoping for something to happen. I eventually gave up after watching him focus so hard on his shots and went to my seat so I could settle in before the game started. As he was skating towards the tunnel, I saw Dylan give one last scan over the crowd. I wondered if it was possibly me he was looking for.

Within the first ten minutes of the game there was already a fight, a bloody lip, four penalties, and two broken sticks. I watched as Dylan skated around without one, anger plastered on his face. I looked to my sister Jacey, wheels turning in my head. She obviously knew I was planning on doing something crazy.

I leaned over and said “I'm gonna get it. I'm really gonna do it.”  Jacey stared at me and said “you do you girl.”

I decided that I would wait until there were two minutes left in the first period before moving from my second row seat to the first row behind the athletic trainer. I saw a small child come up next to me, tap on the glass, and exchange a look with the athletic trainer and saw him nod. I figured I didn’t have much of a chance getting a stick since they were mostly given to the kids. I knew it was kind of selfish but I really wanted Dylan’s broken stick.

The period was finally over and I had gotten the courage to get up and go to the glass. The trainer, Todd, handed over a cracked stick to the young boy he exchanged a look with earlier. With me being 5’ 4” and this child significantly shorter, I reached up for it despite the repeated “I GOT IT! I GOT IT” leaving his mouth. He was grateful once he figured out that I didn’t want to take it for myself.

After this exchange Todd looked at me. I took my hands and put them together as if I was holding a stick and pretended to break it. He mouthed a simple ‘ah’, kneeled down and came back a few seconds later with two halves of a broken stick. Smiling ear to ear I nodded my head and Todd handed it over the glass one piece at a time. Because the two pieces were much shorter, they were a little bit harder to reach than the stick that was only cracked.  I stood on my tiptoes to grab each piece. I thanked Todd and went back to my seat where Jacey took a picture of me holding one piece in each hand. The other Tucson fans in front of us congratulated me on getting the stick and asked who it belonged to. I was going to show them the tape that I thought would say ‘DS 91’ on the top, but it was nowhere to be found. I started to get upset because I had his stick but had no way to prove that it was really his. Then I saw it, not a piece of tape, but actually printed on the stick itself his last name in all caps. It was then, as I ran my thumb over all the letters still convinced that it was a sticker, that I realized I had Dylan Strome’s game used stick.

“He’s my favorite.” I said as I showed them his name. The lady smiled and told me that she would have cried if she had gotten her favorite player’s stick. At this point I thought about crying because I was so happy, but I was wearing make-up and I didn’t want to ruin it. I could picture him sitting in the empty rink with his hood up taping his stick thinking about the game, and here I was holding one of them.

The game went by very quickly and before I knew it we were down to the last minute. Dylan skated off the ice to the bench as the next shift went out to continue the game. He scanned the crowd when he came through the door and stopped as his eyes landed on me. He glanced back at the screen to see how much time was left on the clock. With Tucson in the lead and no goals scored, I wasn’t surprised by their victory as the clock raced to zero. With the final buzzer, they skated around the rink with their sticks in the air congratulating each other as they passed by.

As both teams skated over to their respective exits towards the locker rooms, the announcer came back to introduce the three stars of the game. The first two stars were Texas Stars captain Curtis McKenzie and goalie Mike McKenna. He then announced the third star of the game, Dylan Strome. When they are announced the typical response is to skate a small circle near the tunnel, wave, then skate off the ice and go to the locker room, but Dylan came all the way to the Tucson bench and went in the door. He stood there staring at me with a simple smile on his face. Through all the chatter about how great the game was, despite the loss, and how long it was going to take to get home, I heard Dylan loud and clear say words I always hoped to always hear.

“It’s you. I remember you.”

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Im incredibly angry that the coyotes traded Dylan Strome

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So best sister award goes to @fiftyshadesofskjei. She has sent me these through random parts of the day. She really knows how to make a birthday really great! Luhhh yewwww!

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I Remember You - Dylan Strome (Part 3)

Okaaaaayyyy. So. A whole lot of life happened. But Im finally proud to present to you part 3. Please Enjoy.

Part 1   Part 2  

  As the month passed, the time for the Roadrunners to come back to Texas grew near. I’d finally get to see Dylan again. We talked pretty much everyday slowly getting to know each other. A few days before the game I got a call from Dylan asking if I had made a decision on which game I wanted to attend.

“We play on Friday and Saturday evening both at 7pm. If you want I can get tickets for both games. You won’t come alone will you?”

“As much as I’d love to come see you on both days I work on Friday and won’t be able to get to San Antonio in time for the game to start. It’s about an hour drive plus evening traffic, I can’t do it so just the Saturday game, and no I won’t be coming alone. Jacey would kill me if I went to a hockey game without her. Besides, she was really pissed off that she didn’t get to meet you in the first place.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that, but I had to go. I’m excited to meet her since you said she was the one who introduced you to me in the first place. I really have to thank her.” I could tell he was nervous about something because towards the end he started to ramble. “I’ll tell Wally I want to have 2 tickets for you guys waiting at will call. All you have to do is tell them your name and I think show an ID and they’re all yours.”

“You really don’t have to do that Dylan. I can buy the tickets.”

“But this way I know you’ll show up. You’ll feel bad if you have tickets there waiting for you and you don’t even use them.”

“You know I hate it when you’re right, but I’ll be there any way. Don’t you know my favorite hockey player will be there? Why wouldn’t I go?”

“Oh well I didn’t know you liked Lawson that much, I’ll have to let him know.” I laughed at his comment, but before I could come up with a witty remark my thought process was interrupted. Dylan told me he was about to go into the rink for practice and he would text me when he was done.

The week flew by quickly and at lunch with Jacey I received a text from Dylan telling me that the tickets for the game were secured. He told me how excited he was to see me that he really hoped I liked the seats he picked for us.

“I can’t believe you told him we wouldn’t go tonight. I wanted to so bad.” Jacey said while picking at her food.

“I know, but with work I just don’t think I could do it. It’s going to be a nightmare with all the traffic and we wouldn’t make it to the game in time. At least not in time for warm ups.”

“So? We don't have to be there for warm ups.” She didn’t make eye contact, but rather messing with her phone the whole time, still eating because she had to be back at her office in 20 minutes. “Are you happy with how your makeup and hair look today?”

“Actually yeah, I decided not to wear foundation cause of this new moisturizer I tried. I thought I was having a good skin day.” I continued to ramble on about my skin and new moisturizer glancing up to see Jacey’s evil grin.

“That's great. I'll be at your house at 6. I just bought us 2 tickets for tonight's game. We’re sitting behind Tucson’s bench. You buy gas and we’ll call it even.” I didn't even have time to think and get words out of my mouth. She hit the order button on her phone and we were set for the game tonight. “I don't think you should tell Dylan. Surprise him. He’ll love it.”

“He’s gonna be upset. I told him we wouldn't be there and I’d see him tomorrow.”

“He’ll forgive you. I have to go back to work now, but I’ll be at your house later. Is your Roadrunners shirt clean?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be for tomorrow when I really need it.” We left the restaurant and went our separate ways back to work. I seriously contemplated telling him we’d be there for the game tonight. It was incredibly difficult, but I contained myself when he started texting me asking how my day was going and if I had any plans for tonight. I didn’t exactly lie by telling him Jacey and I were going out after work.

Jacey got to my house very shortly after I did already wearing her shirt and a pair of black leggings. I didn’t want to match her intentionally, but I decided to wear leggings as well choosing comfort over style after being in work clothes all day long. Knowing Dylan was already at the rink getting ready to go out for warm ups, I sent him a quick text wishing him luck and telling him I’d watch the game after dinner.

Once we got to the AT&T Center we parked the car and got through security. We did the usual pregame routine, slightly less rushed, and made our way to our seats right behind Tucson’s bench. Warm ups were already completed, both teams were back in their locker rooms and time was ticking down towards the puck drop.

With 5 minutes to go, the announcer came over the speakers and the team started skating onto the ice. Shortly after all the players were out of the tunnel, I could see all the Roadrunners ready to make their way onto the ice. I couldn’t see Dylan yet because I knew he always had to be the last one out. I also knew he had no idea I was there, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. He skated around for a minute and made his way over to the bench since he wasn’t in the starting shift for the game. Our eyes met instantly because we were right there in the first row behind their bench. A huge smile spread on his face practically going from ear to ear. He took his time turning around and sitting down starting to focus for the game.

The whole game flew by so fast. Being a Rampage fan (when Tucson isn’t playing them), it was hard not to cheer for them at some points in the game. That all changed when I saw Mason Geertsen skate by Dylan. He immediately turned around and started skating after Mason. From there it escalated to a shoving match, but AJ Greer and Lawson Crouse came in with the refs to break it up quickly before it could get any worse. Both Dyan and Mason got minor roughing penalties and went to the sin bin still yelling at each other through the glass.

By the end of the game the score was tied 2-2. Jacey and I were sitting on the edge of our seats. The game went immediately into overtime. At the beginning of the five minute overtime period I got a tap on my shoulder that made me jump nearly 5 feet in the air. A trainer with a Tucson polo was standing behind me.

“Hi, are you Ashlyn?” He said after giving me enough time to calm down.

“Um, yes?” I replied very confused as to how he knew my name.

“Okay, well, um, Mr. Strome has asked that I escort you back to the locker rooms when the game is over. I’ll be standing by the entrance for section 8, so meet me at the stairs and I’ll take you the rest of the way.”

“Oh wow, okay, is it okay if my sister comes?”  He said assured me that it was fine and then quickly left to wait for the end of the period.

Only 3 minutes into the period Klim Kostin from San Antonio scored and ended the game with a 3-2 Tucson loss. Jacey and I made our way up the stairs to the exit and met the trainer exactly where he said he’d be. He asked if we were ready to go and with a nod we started making our way to the locker rooms. After a few minutes of walking we were led to a door with several other girls waiting outside as well. He turned to us and said to just wait there and Dylan would be out shortly.

We stood awkwardly for a few minutes getting looks from some of the other girls waiting. What felt like an eternity was worth it when I saw the door swing open and Dylan walk out with a huge smile on his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be upset? You guys lost.” I said even though I knew he wasn’t bothered by the loss because he knew I was there.

“We lost because you lied to me and said you weren’t coming, but I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re here. I’m going to hug you, okay?” I turned around and glanced at Jacey giving me a strange look. I turned back around and said okay. He wrapped his arms fully around me and I was consumed by his entire stature. He didn’t squeeze me too tight, but just enough that I knew he had been longing to do that since we met.

We broke from the hug and I looked up at him. I flashed a quick smile and turned toward Jacey again.

“Dylan, this is my sister and best friend in the entire world, Jacey.”

“Hi Jacey, it’s really nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you already.” He stepped up to her and I’m assuming asked if he could give her a hug because she nodded very small with a smile and he leaned over and gave her a little side hug.

“I’m really happy you guys came today, but why did you decide to come after all?”

“It was my idea, it was a last minute decision at lunch today.” Jacey piped in before I could even put the blame on her.

“Well I’m glad you did. It was a nice surprise. Thanks Jacey cause even I couldn’t convince her. Are you staying the night here in San Antonio or are you going home?”

“We are going back to my house. Jacey is spending the night with me and we’re gonna hang out tomorrow in San Antonio before the game.” Jacey looked at me kinda relieved because I was sure she didn’t want to do all the back and forth from her house to mine again tomorrow.

“Okay that’s good, I’ll let you ladies go home before it gets too late, but call me when you get there so I know you are safe.” Dylan leaned in again for another hug and placed a quick peck on my temple so that nobody else could really see.

“Thank you so much for letting us come back here. It was nice meeting you.” Jacey said starting to walk away.

“Bye Dylan. We’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled, not wanting to turn around and leave. I wanted to stay with him forever.

“Bye. Please stay safe.” We walked back the way we came and out to the foyer with the crowd still slowly exiting the arena. We got to the car and began the regular routine of leaving the game once again.

On the way back to my house, we stopped and got food and ate in the car. While eating Jacey brought up that she thought it was weird that he told me he was going to hug me and that he asked her before he did as well.

“Yeah, I told him about how I don’t like being hugged, or touched for that matter. I also told him you were kind of the same way. He wanted to make a good impression and asked first.”

“Ha! Dylan Strome wanted to make a good impression on me? Really?” The thought was a little interesting since he’s kinda famous in the hockey community.

Half an hour after getting food we arrived back at my house. Once we got settled in I gave Dylan a call. I told him he was on speaker so he could hear Jacey as well. We let him know how much fun we had at the game and thanked him once again for bringing us back to meet him at the locker rooms. After we were done with all the thank yous Jacey went to take her make up off and get ready to go to bed. I took Dylan off speaker and laid down on my bed.

“It was so nice to finally get to hug you. I’ve been waiting since we met to do that.”

“I know. Me too. You give the best hugs. I didn’t want to leave and I most definitely can’t wait until tomorrow. I miss you already.” Not even realizing the last bit came out of my mouth, I waited for his response. There was a slight sigh of what sounded like relief.

“I miss you too. I sat in my hotel room waiting for your call, but I kind of stink and I need to shower. I’ll text you when I get out okay?”

“Okay. Talk to you later. Bye.” We hung up and I just laid there thinking about the plans for tomorrow. Jacey walked back into my bedroom and sat on the bed next to me. She let me know that the bathroom was all mine when I was ready. I got up and went to my dresser, got some pj’s and headed to the bathroom to shower.

When I came back I had a text waiting for me from Dylan. We exchanged a few messages until he had fallen asleep. While Jacey had already been dead to the world asleep, I was having trouble getting comfortable on account that there was another human in my bed. I was used to having my dog come visit from my parents house every once in a while but not another person. I had the TV on playing The Office because I can’t go to sleep without it on. I clicked ‘Continue Watching’, blaming Netflix for judging me. Before I knew it, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3:37 am. I put it screen down on my mattress and slipped it under my pillow. I groaned quietly and tried to shut my eyes, but right as I did my phone started ringing as loud as it possibly could. Wondering who the hell was calling me at this time I scrambled around trying to get it out from under my pillow and tried to turn it down before it woke Jacey up.

I looked at the screen and saw Dylan’s name. I answered, very confused, with a very hushed hello.

“Hello?” He was whispering as well probably trying not to wake up whoever he was bunking too.

“Dylan? Is everything okay? Do you even know what time it is?” I said, still confused.

“Yeah. Everything is okay. I woke up a little bit ago and had some questions for you. Did I wake you up?”

“They couldn’t wait until in the morning? No you didn’t wake me up, but you should be asleep right now.”

“ You should too. What is your excuse?” he said. He was right, I explained that Jacey wanted to sleep in my bed too, so I just didn’t have enough room for the usual position I slept in. He responded with a ‘yeah uh huh sure’ and was absolutely positive that it was because I was actually lying awake thinking about him. He wasn’t entirely wrong. My mind did drift to him, but mostly about what I was going to wear tomorrow.

“Yeah of course I was thinking about you. I was actually thinking about what I was going to wear tomorrow. You see, I was forced against my will to go see my favorite hockey player and now I don’t have a Roadrunners shirt to wear when I see them play tomorrow.”

“ Well I’ll see what I can do about that. What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“ Jacey and I are going to a few malls in the area, grab some lunch, and then go to the game. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have morning skate and practice but I’ll be done at 11, want to meet for lunch? I have to go back to the hotel around 4 though.” I was a bit surprised he wanted to have lunch with us but really excited because I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before he went back to Arizona.

“Absolutely, I’ll figure out where we’re going to lunch and I’ll text you the information. How are you gonna get there? Do we need to pick you up?” I felt bad for the all the questions.

“No. I’ll just get an Uber. It’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about me. You need to get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”  He pressed the end button before I could protest, my phone screen went black and the sound in the room returned to just the quiet audio on the tv. I turned over and immediately fell asleep.

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