It was early in the morning, the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet, but, for some reason, you heard a knock on your door. And who was there? Oswaldo, or Oso, as he insists you call him. He was decked out in his hockey uniform, black paint on his cheeks, and a bright smile stretched across his, annoyingly, handsome face.

He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, you knew what this was,

"Come on, mamas, don't tell me you forgot?" He cocked his head to the side, "You gotta come to my game, yeah?" Oso took a step forward, his eyes racking over your sleepy figure, you were still in your pajamas! He stared at you expectantly.