So I thought it’d be fitting to do my first imagine with Dylan Larkin since my blog is Larkin related and I also thought “hey I should write one in the Joe since it’s the last time I can.” Anyways the only thing that if you’re not from Detroit that you probably won’t understand is this:
Kerby’s aka Kerby’s Koney Island is a Detroit restaurant that pretty famous in the area.
“Last day at The Joe.”
The final day at the Joe wasn’t as beautiful as the last game at the Joe was. The sky was dark and there were a few distant rumbles of thunder but no rain yet.
The organization decided to officially close the arena with a family skate the day after the closing ceremony.
Dylan and I held hands as we skated together. I wore black leggings and a VS pink long sleeve that kinda looked like a hockey jersey. I had on hockey skates, like I always did when we did this. The first time I wore figure skates and Dylan never let me hear the end of it.
“Figure skates are for babies.” I remembered him saying the first time we ever went skating.
He skated backwards as he held both my hands. I watched my skates as he pulled me around at Larkin speed. I was nervous but laughing, as I was still having fun with my boyfriend. We had been dating for seven months now and I felt like he was the one. I could see myself living this hockey lifestyle with him for as long as he wanted to play. He spun me around and made me somewhat unbalanced, he caught me before I fell. We both were laughing. I knew his teammates were looking but I didn’t care for once. All I cared about was him and making this last time at The Joe as memorable as possible. He skated into the corner and let his back hit the boarded as he pulled me into him. His hands on my hips as he leaned in. We kissed and when I opened my eyes he was grinning big. He had that look in his eyes that told me he was up to something.
“What are you up to?” I asked him.
He laughed a little and kissed me again.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” I told him.
He wrapped his arms around me as we kissed again. I felt myself skating backwards, after our kiss the huge grin was still there.
“Wendy, I love you.” He said.
I smiled and said it back.
“What would you do if I proposed to you right now?” He questioned.
I shrugged but I knew I’d say yes.
“Probably laugh and tell you we’re too young right now.” I answered.
“But you’d say yes if I proposed?” He questioned again.
“What if I got you something like a ring? Not an engagement ring but something similar to it?” He suggested.
I smiled at him.
“I would like that a lot but I don’t need that. I can wait until we’re actually ready to get engaged.” I told him.
He gave me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“Hey, get a room you two!” Andreas tapped my back.
I turned my head to watch him skate away from us with his girlfriend. Dylan pushed off from the boards and pulled me with him. We talked about little memories about the old arena with his teammates.
When we were alone he brought up another memory.
“Remember the first skate I brought you to?” Dylan asked me.
“I could barely skate.” I laughed.
Dylan smiled and squeezed my hand.
“You’re a lot better now— a lot faster.” He said.
I looked at him. His blue eyes sparkling.
“It helps that my boyfriend is that fastest skater in the NHL.” I told him.
The final skate in The Joe was coming to an end and people started leaving the ice. Dylan and I were one of the last to leave. I said my goodbyes to Petr and Andreas, I knew I’d be seeing Luke around in the summer. Captain came up to me as Dylan and I were leaving.
“You’ll be here for next season?” He asked me.
“I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” I smiled.
He laughed a little.
“I hope not. You keep Dylan’s head on straight you know that? If it weren’t for you he’d probably have a big ego.” Henrik joked as he pulled me to the side.
I nodded, smiling.
“Try to keep him level headed for us in the summer, okay?” Hank asked of me.
I looked at him then at Dylan and back at him. I knew it was me that kept Dylan focused on hockey during this rough (for him)season.
“Yeah, I can try.” I answered.
We hugged then went our separate ways.
Dylan and I walked out to his truck. Well, it was more like we ran back to his truck due to the down pour that was now happening. Dylan held both our skates in one hand and my hand in the other as we sprinted across The Joe Louis Arena parking lot, splashing every puddle along the way. We got inside his truck and looked at each other before we both started laughing. His water soaked hair made his curls more prominent and I could only imagine what I looked like.
“How do I look?” I laughed.
“Even more beautiful than you were the day I first met you.” He said.
I grinned at his cheesy remark.
“You wanna go to Kerby’s?” Dylan asked as he reached back to put our skates onto the backseat.
“Yeah, that sounds nice!” I smiled.
I fastened my seat belt as he leaned over the center of the car. I looked into his eyes and felt this rush inside of me. He did that to me.
“You okay?” He asked me.
I nodded. “Why?”
“Your face just got a little red.” He told me.
I smiled then closed the gap between us and kissed him. He let our kisses be sweet which was something I enjoyed. Very often, he would turn our little kisses into something rough and passionate, just a hockey player thing I guessed. He pulled away and I locked eyes with him again.
“I got you something.” Dylan said.
“So this I what you were up to?” I asked.
He nodded and reached over me, opening the glovebox and pulling out the gift. He handed me the box. It was red with white ribbon.
“It’s just a little something to say thank you for being so patient with me our first season together.” Dylan told me.
I opened the box and saw a necklace inside, I smiled. It was a silver coin necklace and carved in the coin was an octopus.
“It’s Al.” I commented as I pulled it out of the box.
Dylan laughed a little.
Al was the name of the red wings mascot which happened to be an octopus. He was also named after the zamboni driver.
“Flip the coin over.” He told me.
I flipped it over and the date he asked me to be his girlfriend was carved in the back. I smiled and looked at him.
“I love it.” I told him.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” I smiled.
“Remember what I said a half hour ago about wanting to get you something that wasn’t a ring yet?” He questioned.
“Well, I hope you accept this as all a pre engagement type of gift.” He said.
Isn’t it funny how much hockey really means to us? People actually revolve their days around going to games, and watching them on tv. They spend so much money on tickets. People revolve their friends around who watches hockey and who doesn’t. Conversations can go on no matter how long, no matter where, about hockey. Because let’s face it. Hockey was never “just a game” to us. And it never will be. Hockey is a lifestyle.