•Still have been busy, busy, busy!•

I'm sorry again for the long hiatus between chapters. I just finished the last of my classes last week and now I'm entering into a 3 week work experience.

So, now that I don't have my focus solely on assignments from school, I hope that part of my evenings and weekends can be dedicated to my stories.


And thank you for those who keep in touch with this blog.  :)

•7.SEABROOK•1ST.PERIOD•BLACKHAWK•

IS THIS THE END OR ONLY JUST THE BEGINNING?

BRENT’s POV

Going back to a couple of days ago, knowing that I would be alone while I was in Vancouver playing game seven, I offered to pay Rhea’s way, but she flat out refused, saying that she had to stay behind and look after Ari. Yeah, okay so that may have been a bust, and there have been many other times where she and I would hardly ever get see each other since she now lives in Atlanta, and the Hawks only had one meeting with the Thrashers this season. Although we did get a chance together during the All-Star weekend but it came at the cost of almost getting caught by all four of them. It was so close, but it did feel so good.

Being apart this time I stupidly thought it would be no different, that a few days couldn’t kill me being without her because what’s a few days right? Apparently I was wrong, because now that I’m back in Chicago after a disappointing game seven, I’m finding I need her more than ever as I keep waiting by the phone day and night and to top it with a cherry on top, Dawn is still not home yet from visiting her family out on Bowen Island.

I’m feeling that this time after Rhea and mine’s secret ‘rendezvous’ it has been almost intolerable. It’s only been about three days and it’s been painstakingly continued to kill me. From simply having a shower to having to go to bed alone has been damn near deadly. And when that urge would normally begin to plague me that is when Dawn would come in. She was always there to almost completely fill that ache I would be yearning for. So now that I am wishing for Dawn to come in through the door and help me be rid of these filthy thoughts I am having of Rhea, I am then again down on a deeper level wishing that it could be Rhea coming through my door instead because Dawn is not home.

Rhea has become my drug that I just cannot kick to the curb and quit cold turkey. I’ve been calling, leaving her voicemails, and sending her text messages but she hasn’t replied to any. It’s not like her to deny me. And I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way but I just can’t help it.

I need her and I need her now.

RHEANNON’s POV

Now that the Hawks are back home from Vancouver after fighting for that seventh game in the series, only to lose it in overtime, I begin to walk on pins and needles about Brent coming back but mostly about the fact that Dawn is still not back from her trip either. It’s only been a day since he’s been home and he’s already called me numerous times, leaving me message after message. I know exactly what he wants, but I don’t know if I can keep doing this, even as much I want to deny it, I like being with him.  He knows exactly what I like, right where I like it, and how hard I like it but at the end of the day, I do love Andrew. It’s terrible I have to keep telling myself that but I do love Andrew.

I take a look down at my ring finger of my left hand at the sparkling two carat round cut diamond ring with pear-shaped side stones from Tiffany’s. I drift off reflecting on the fact that I’m newly engaged to one man and yet I’m sleeping with another who’s one of my fiancée’s best friends no less. Now how much more sinister can I be even though I never imagined myself ever being in this kind of situation. I just don’t know how I could let something like this get so far. I remember that I did like Brent before Andrew got the nerve to ask me out, back when they used to play together for the Pacific Vipers in junior but now Andrew and I are starting a new life together. We just got engaged -which I never told Brent about- and Andrew and I just bought a place in Atlanta. Although our future in Atlanta is up in the air because the future of the team is on rocky ground, we didn’t care. Both the city of Atlanta and our home are both beautiful and we decided that this will be the place we will want to reside in the off-season if the Thrashers do end up getting sold and moved off to another city. We want this place to be our home, a home for the family we are planning to have. Now no matter how many times I keep telling myself all of this, and as much as I force myself to want to make it true, I keep painting Brent’s face onto Andrew’s.

As I try to shake that thought out of my head now while I try to gather my uncontrollable thoughts in attempt to throw them aside, I try to convince myself that I don’t love him and that Andrew is the love of my life, but the more I fight it the more of a basket-case I’m becoming. Pacing around my sister and brother-in-law’s kitchen with my blackberry in hand, anxious, anticipating them to come back any minute now. I’m sure the walk probably would have done me some good, but definitely not at the cost of Becca figuring out mine and Brent’s dirty little secret. Besides it almost happened already once, back during this last All-Star weekend. We all, Andrew and I, Becca and Troy, and Brent and Dawn, all decided to get together and meet up for a weekend vacation in Cabo San Lucas. It was a great trip but almost could have had a terrible end, with our best friends and my sister almost catching him and I red handed. It was just too damn close and I’m sure that should have been my second clue…

Feeling terrible as I drift back off again thinking back through the past couple years when I have lied and manipulated, sneaking around behind Andrew’s back, cheating on him with his best friend. I guess I just never felt guilty enough that I wanted to stop, even after a pregnancy scare last summer after the Hawks won the cup. After taking a pregnancy test on the morning of the day Andrew had the cup for a day, it came out positive and that scared the shit out of me. And at the time my only question was whose baby was it?

The very next morning Andrew found my positive pregnancy test in the bin and asked me why I never told him. All I could come up with was ‘I was going to see a doctor today to be sure that I’m pregnant for sure. You know these home pregnancy tests, aren’t that reliable.’ and I did. With a slight bit of hope that the home pregnancy test could have been wrong and the doctor would tell me I wasn’t pregnant, she comes back into the room where I waited and gave me confirmation that I was indeed pregnant and that I was about four weeks along. I still did not know who the father was and I knew very well that I couldn’t ask either Andrew or Brent for DNA to prove who the father is. I guess I would rather let Andrew believe that he was the father and not let Brent know that I was even pregnant at all. So when I got home and Andrew pulled me aside to have me give him an answer, I did my best to muster any kind of emotion but I couldn’t say the same for Andrew. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops but I managed to convince him that we should wait until I was a bit further along.

I do remember realizing back then that my pregnancy should have been my clue then to end my secret relationship with Brent completely and from then I never did go and see him for the next four weeks of our summer except for the one time when we all left to the YVR airport together. That’s when Brent took his chance and pulled me back to ask if I really was pregnant and if he was the father. Feeling a slight pang of surprise, I never did give him an answer since I just walked away from his acknowledgement. I know I shouldn’t have been surprised that Brent’s caught wind of the baby since Andrew was so hell-bent on having one last guy night before we had to part ways. But ever since Brent found out about the baby, he hasn’t stopped pestering me about it.

After about another six weeks and it's now the night of the first preseason game for the Thrashers, Brent still hasn’t yet given up and we had a very heated conversation that same evening. That was when I started to experience cramping that caused me to double over. I knew something wasn’t right and I went to find Andrew but as soon as I found him I found that I started to bleed. Andrew then rushed me to the hospital but by then I lost the baby. We were both devastated about our loss and the only way I saw Andrew was coping with it was talking about buying a house and the hope for us to try to start a family again. Although our first baby wasn’t something we were planning and that our baby could have very possibly not have been his at all.

My phone ringing in my hand, interrupting my reflection back on my recent track record I see that, speak of the devil, Brent is calling, again. After ignoring his last call, as I try my damnedest not to reply to any of Brent’s eleven voicemails and fifty-three text messages all from just this afternoon, as weak as I am I cave. Thinking I had a little bit of time to spare before my sister, Troy and Ari arrive back home, I quickly dial his number. Once I hear that Brent has picked up his end of the line and about to say ‘hello’, I hear Ari barking from behind the other side of the front door as the deadbolt is turning in the lock. Shit. Shocked into panic mode I happen to bolt right into the end of the granite countertop, but I do somehow manage to quickly make my way around the dining table and make a beeline to the patio door and out on the porch without any further injury.

With Ari shooting in through the kitchen straight to the patio door, excitedly barking on the opposite side of the glass of where I’m standing, Becca and Troy follow in soon behind. Seeing Troy go straight to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, not noticing me at all, and Becca coming towards the patio door to Ari, noticing me, I mouth ‘Andrew’, as I point up to my phone. Getting the clue, she leaves with Ari to the living room where Troy has already situated himself, leaving me alone giving me a little bit of privacy. Feeling another pang of guilt as I continue to lie, I cautiously begin my conversation with Brent.

“Hey.” I whisper looking over towards the living room, making sure they can’t hear me as I see the three of them in the living room, all on the couch in front of the TV.

“Hey, I was beginning to wonder if you were even there. What’s been going on with you, baby? You haven’t answered back to any of my calls or text messages.”

“Yeah, about that. That’s the reason why I’m calling.”

“Yeah, so, what’s up sugar pop?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” I just blurt out rather bluntly.

“Hun, what do you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t do this… anymore; us.”

“What’s the problem? We’ve got a good thing going baby. Nobody knows.”

“What’s the prob-” I gasp louder than I’d like and I swivelled myself around so that my back is now facing the door. “The problem is that we’re playing with fire. We almost got caught that last time you couldn’t contain yourself.

Besides…” I slowly start to trail off as I can barely make myself say the words.

“Besides…’ what?” he mocks me, “I didn’t see you stopping me or you trying to restrain yourself for that matter. For all I knew you wanted it just as bad as I did.”

“Fuck you Seabs!”

“You already did sugar plum, numerous times in fact.

“You’re a pig.”

“Well, you sure weren’t complainin’ about this slice of bacon.”

"Fuck." I whisper into the receiver, “Don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“You know what.” I retort quite weakly.

“No I don’t.” he answers now more like a cheeky child still deliberately trying to wind me up, to get me to retort back again, but I remain silent.

“Oh, come on!” he pleads, “You know you want it!” he continues as I can pretty well picture him pulling his puppy dog face, although I can’t see it. “I need it, baby.” He finally whispers into the receiver. “Just tell them that you want to take the Ninja out for a ride. Just tell them its bloody well time they let you ride again.” He demands with some agitation in his voice, “I’ll meet you at the Navy Pier Park in an hour.”

“You’re an asshole.” Was all I could say.

“You know you love it. See you in a while.”

“Yeah...” I answer this time with no emotion.

“I love you too.” He adds in, in a tone quite sincere, and without another word he hangs up the phone.

In two years we’ve been sneaking around he has not once said the L word to me before. Feeling something new and exciting that I want to explore about Brent, I hang up my phone and make my way back inside. What the hell am I doing?

“Hey!” I walk back into the house, “Boy, you guys are home quick! Did you all have a good walk?” trying to act as natural as possible as I walk back in but I can tell that Becca can see right through me as she gets up and heads towards me. –Being my twin, I guess it shouldn’t surprise me anymore at how well she knows me –

“Yeah, it was good. It rained a bit, but it was good to get out for a bit though.” Troy nonchalantly answered from over his shoulder while Becca stood up and made her way toward me. Knowing she has something to tell me, I move into the kitchen so we could have a little more buffer between us and Troy.

“So how’s Andrew doing?” Becca asks, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s doing good, still working on the house you know, trying to keep his mind off the future of the Thrashers.”

“So by the sounds of it, you two are still going to keep the house even if the Thrashers get sold?”

“Yes we are. And besides it’s a great house, and Atlanta is a beautiful city. Andrew and I both love it, and that’s where we want to live either way.”

“So by the sounds of it, you guys have already talked about this.”

“Yeah we have.” We both pause and look at each other, “That’s what couples do when they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other right. Buy houses and make those all hard decisions.”

“Yeah…” She agrees, “That’s what people who love each other do.”

“Hey sis, speaking of those who love each other and what they do for the other,” I try to ask in my sweetest voice possible, “Do you still have your Ninja?”

“Yes I do. It’s in the garage, but are you sure you want to…”

“Yes.” I just cut her off, “It’s been six years, Becca. I think I’ll fine to ride again.”

“Rhea I know that you’ll be fine too but you also have to understand what kind of hell you put us all through.” She reminds me yet again of our last dirt bike race tournament we had the summer before we started college.

“And you don’t think I understand that!” I snap, “You, Mom, Dad, our brothers, Andrew and Troy all never let me forget! I have been taking lessons with…” I pause realizing who I was talking to and I began to cover my tracks again, “I’ve been just taking a few lessons over the last couple years.”

“Oh…” she answered quiet and shocked. “I guess we all have been a bit harsh on you…”

“You guess?” I give her smile and a light shove to her shoulder.

“Geez, okay, a lot harsh; but we all just love you, that’s all.”

“I know.” I give her a tight hug, “So, how about that ninja?”

“The keys are hanging on the key rack and my stuff is in the closet at the back of the garage.”

“Thanks, Becca you’re the best sister I ever had.”

“I am the only sister you ever have!”

“Yeah, that’s right! And I’m the only sister you have!”

“Rhea just go before I change my mind.”

“Thanks” I whisper back as I make my way to the garage.

Reaching up, grabbing the keys as I walk through the door to the garage, I walk to the closet for a helmet, a pair of gloves and a jacket. With the feeling of butterflies beginning to fill my stomach as I pull off the cover from the bike, walk it out of the garage, then put my sister’s gear on –thank God we’re both the same size!- and I situate myself onto the bike, inserting the key and turning over the engine, images of the crash rushed through my mind. I have ridden a bike since then and nothing is going to happen, was my last thought before I leave the drive way.

I ride down a few empty residential Chicago streets trying to past some time before driving my way out to meet Brent. I am now coming up to one of the last lights before reaching the Navy Pier, turning left on North Columbus to E Illinois and my light is green. Out of nowhere as I’m in the middle of making my left turn to the Navy Pier I hear something like a loud muffled gunshot then everything goes black. What happened?

BRENT’s POV

Waiting down by the Farris wheel I suddenly hear ambulance and police sirens roaring and they sounded as though they were coming in this direction. Looking around me I notice there is no one in distress so I decided to walk up the street up E Illinois street and I see flashing red lights a few blocks up. Feeling a heavy weight suddenly hitting the pit of my stomach, I began to make my way up the street and as I got closer seeing the red flashing lights and emergency vehicles surrounding the block closer then what it had appeared, something inside of me told me I should run. As I get closer I first noticed a green damaged motorcycle outside the ring of emergency vehicles then I see a pair of paramedics working on someone who must have been the rider of the bike.

Oh dear God, please don’t let it be her.

•O.M.G!•

I'm sorry that it has been over a month since my last post, the Stanley Cup playoffs have been taking up my time, as well as school, but have no worries!

I do have the next Seabrook chapter that is almost complete!!!

•Calling all female hockey fans!•

Please read, follow, comment and vote!

Your feedback is greatly appreciated!

Thanks :)


P.S.  I finally posted the first chapters for Patrick Sharp and Brent Seabrook!!

Happy reading! :)

•7.SEABROOK•WARM-UP•BLACKHAWK•

♪ ♫ DREAMS UNWIND LOVE’S A STATE OF MIND ♫ ♪

BRENT’s POV

Waking up this morning, I’m feeling completely symptom-free from the pair of big hits I took in game three from a member of our team rival, Raffi Torres. I am now cleared to play in tonight’s game six, but I was advised by coach that I should take it easy from now until game time tonight. So instead of going about my usual game day morning routine that starts out with a run with Stanley then a protein shake for breakfast all before heading off to morning practice, I start off this morning giving Stanley his morning kibble with a fresh bowl of water then I sit back and relax with today’s paper in hand at my kitchen table while I wait for my coffee to brew and toast to pop.

I’m enjoying my morning reading of the paper while leisurely drink my coffee and having Stanley lying at my feet. As I eat my toast smothered with peanut butter and jam Stanley still lying right below me, hoping that he will catch a few crumbs. Folding all the sections of the paper back together, putting it aside, I get up to leave the table, bringing my plate and mug with me. Putting the plate in the dishwasher then I top off my coffee, but leave it on the counter as I go ready to jump into the shower.

Walking around my place with only a towel wrapped around my waist, I go grab a smoky bone for Stanley, from his special treat cupboard, that he leaves off with so proudly to his little counter in the living room.

 I head into the kitchen to drink my last cup of coffee. As I savour my last sip of Timmy’s goodness, I then put my mug into the dishwasher and begin to make my way into the bathroom, when I hear my buzzer ring. Kind of surprised that someone would be buzzing my apartment at this time of morning, I go answer it anyways.

“Hello?” I answer confused.

“Hi I’m sorry to bother you but I think I’m lost.” a familiar female voice replies.

“How so, maybe I can point you in the right direction then.” I play along, knowing exactly who it is.

“I don’t know if you know him…” she whispers, “but I’m looking for Clyde Barrow.”

“Well, Miss Parker is it?” I match her tones, “I think you’re not that lost after all.”

“Really… so it wouldn’t be inappropriate to ask if Clyde is available?”

“The doors open.” I answer eagerly before hanging up the receiver to go unlock the door. I ran to the bedroom and grab this new loofah and peppermint body wash that I had hid in a drawer, saving it for an occasion such as this. With that in hand, I rush off into the bathroom anxious like a child on a sugar buzz that is running loose in a candy store.

Only seconds after I pulled the shower curtain closed behind me, she has made it up into my apartment and in my bathroom ripping the shower curtain open. With a ‘thirst for desire’ look dead set in her eyes she had her clothes off and was in the shower with me in 10 seconds flat.

“Hello, Mr. Barrow.” she’s bites her lip as greets me.

“Hello, Miss Parker.” I match her tone as I look up and down her now naked body.

Giving me nothing more in return but a sly smile, she moves us both underneath the running water. With the warm water running we’re body against body, skin on skin and our hands are roaming each other. I begin to lather her body with the scented foamy loofah and now the scent of the peppermint is filling the shower.

Seeing how turned on she’s becoming I move a hand back down to the spot where I know will have her craving for more. Now that she has succumbed to my little trick, she leans herself into me, rolls up onto her toes and whispers in my ear,

“No more teasing me, baby.”

Taking that as her hint to move things forward, I spin her around, and she leans herself forward slightly, so I can have both my hands gripped around her waist as I enter her from behind.

While rocking her back and forth along my length, I feel she’s about to reach her peak as her walls are tightening around me. Getting a little surprise now that she’s reached down fondling my boys and I reach around stimulating her clit. Soon later she moans my name as she reaches her climax while I immediately follow, spilling myself inside her.

As we finish up one last round in the shower, and we move to the bed for one last quickie, I can’t resist but somehow bring the subject up again.

“So…” I try to speak as I try to catch my breath still … over top of her, “what brings you to Chicago now?” I finally finish still breathless.

“Well…” she pauses as she to tries to catch her breath, “My sister called me up the other day and said that she had two tickets for herself and me for tonight’s game. All I had to do was book a flight.”

“And neither of them knows that you’re here?”

“Not a clue.” she whispers, lacing her fingers in my hair pulling me down crashing her lips onto mine.

“Andrew thinks I’m here to enjoy a hockey game with my sister.” she continues, “Besides he wanted to stay in Atlanta and get started on some renovations on the house. And Becca on the other hand thinks that I’m out for a walk.”

“So, when are you going to leave Ladd and come back home to Chicago to be with me? I’m getting so tired of all this sneaking around.” I whine.

“When you leave Dawn, I’ll leave Andrew.”

•10.SHARP•WARM-UP•BLACKHAWK•

WHEN THE ROAD YOU’RE ON TAKES A SUDDEN SHARP TURN

PATRICK's POV

*the morning after*

Getting woken by an unusual wake-up call from the rising sun that is peeking through the window of a room that I don’t recognize, I begin to wonder where I am. I slowly sit myself up, clutching at my pounding head; I take a look around my surroundings and I see that I am definitely not home. 

Carefully I make my way out of this hotel room. I grab my shirt and pants, quickly throwing them on and checking if my wallet still is in my pants pocket then grab my jacket, toque and keys before I quietly leave out to the elevator and down to the parking level. Putting on my jacket and toque with my car keys in hand, I'm unsure if my car is down here, but I begin to briskly walk around anyways. It wasn't long before I found my car and it took me shorter time to get in and drive away.

So many questions started to race through my mind, so many that it feels like I should pull over and stop for a few minutes to try and clear my head, but I keep driving. I know that it’s stupid to be driving in this state of mind, but again, pulling over doesn’t feel like it’s an option either. So, as I drive my way through Chicago, making my way back home, I pull into my driveway and immediately cut the engine.

Without thinking I get out, use the keyless remote to lock my car and storm inside my house, where I am then bombarded by Shooter, who’s giving me an ‘if-looks-can-kill’ sort of look on his face, a look he has never gave to me before. Instead of just looking down at him and walking away, I get down on one knee to meet him eye to eye. Not knowing how he’d react to me since I obviously didn't come home last night, he surprises me by excitedly placing a big, wet, doggie kiss on my cheek, then he turned around and ran into the kitchen straight to his food dish. Once I give him some food and refresh his water, he looks back up to me with the same kind of look he gave me when I walked in the door.

Staring in the face of a man's best friend already feeling like I’ve betrayed him and Abby for that matter, the expression Shooter just shot at me didn't make me feel any better. Staring down at the pooch for a couple more minutes, as he turns back to eat his breakfast, I feel the need for a couple of Advil and a hot shower.

Walking over to the cupboard to grab myself a glass and a couple of Advil, I place the cup under the running faucet. After taking the Advil in hopes it would fix my aching head, I take another look down at Shooter who is now wiping his muzzle on the towel set beside his dish and was off to the back door to be let out to do his business.

After letting him out I make my way to the bathroom shedding off my clothes as I get there, I jump in the tub and let the hot water run down my body. Feeling some relief of the pounding in my head, but no real relief of all the tension that's built up in my body, my mind begins to wander again. Since the time I woke up, the same question that has been circling around my head, ‘What the fuck was I doing at the hotel last night with her?’

*the day before*

"I love you too." I whisper softly over her shoulder, then taking a tiny nibble on her ear, as I lean in from behind, now giving her a kiss on her cheek, as she packs her bag.

"I wish I didn't have to go."

"I do too,” I speak still kissing her from her jaw line to her neck, “but we both didn't anticipate this to happen. Your sister needs you right now."

"Yeah... I guess so.” she breathes, “It's just so aggravating but yet so sad. I still can't believe that her husband left her for another woman!"

"He's an asshole, and she deserves better."

She turns around to face me, "She loved him. They were high school sweet hearts, they were married for 20 years, and they have four kids together. She thought he was the one." she wraps her arms tight around my waist.

"Still,” I shrug, “she deserves better than him."

As she pulls me in a bit closer, she opens her mouth to say something but just places a light kiss on my lips then asks, "You will never do that to me would you?"

"Never, I promise." I lean down, place a light peck on her nose, and then find her lips with mine, embracing her in close to me, slowly I move us down back towards the bed.

"Mm, baby..." she begins to mumble against my lips.

"Yeah..." I mumble back, trying to keep our kiss from breaking.

"As much as I want to take this further..." she tries to pull a bit further away.

"Mm hm..." while I bring my hand behind her head, gently pulling her back in.

"You have to..." she brings her arms up in between us and takes a breath, "get ready to leave for the game."

"So" I'm breathing just as heavy.

"And I have to finish packing so I can make my flight."

"We can spare a few minutes." I attempt to persuade her, moving my hand up her shirt while crashing my lips down on hers again.

"Baby," she pushes my hand back down and parts her lips away from mine, "I’m sorry but no. I have to be at the airport in an hour and you need to leave for the game in like, well... now.” as she looks down and points at her watch.

Giving her a heavy sigh of disappointment, I steal one last kiss before I head towards the door. While making my way out of the bedroom, I tell her, “Don’t be moaning to me when you call tonight.”

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t be the one moaning after you tonight.”

New Poll !!

Okay... I know I'm crazy for doing this, but I just want to get my writing flowing some more. It's not that I'm not enjoying writing my other stories, I am. I think it's just pumped that it's playoff season right now. :)

Anyways back to the new poll. It's there for you to vote for your favourite players, based on one match up from the West and one from the East who are in Round 2 of the playoffs.

And yes I do realize these four teams may not be everybody's slice of pie but if you do have other suggestions leave me a comment please! :) And please vote! :)


Also side note my previous two polls I do have a Patrick Sharp chapter started, I've been having a bit of writer's block on that chapter but I do hope to have it up in the near future! As well I have noticed some wanted to read about Jonathan Toews, Brent Seabrook and Max Talbot so I'm excited, and I can't wait to get started!

Now onto writing!! :)

Update News

Hey... I know I've said I hoped that I would have updated my blogs this weekend, but I am in school and I have three weeks left before my final exams, so I'm swamped with assignments/homework.


For some good news, I have one post up for this blog and there is also another one that is almost done and ready to post.




Plus...


*For Too Young to Fall in Love, I just need to proof read and edit it, so it should be up soon. :) [ http://kanerlove88.blogspot.com/ ]


&


*For Love Torn, I have ideas just brewing away!! :) [ http://19toews-kane88.blogspot.com/ ]

•17.CARTER•WARM-UP•FLYER•



CANADIEN or FLYER?

JEFF's POV

As Rich and I leave the Bell Centre to head back to the hotel after a 5 - 3 win over the Canadiens, the sound of a couple arguing to my left catches my attention.

"I’m so sick and tired of your empty promises! It’s one after another..." this chick continues to yell at a much taller guy, breaking herself away from his grasp. He's wearing a suit and she's wearing a Canadiens jersey over her jacket. Pouliot 57.

I guess that's the guy she's arguing with.

After he puts in his few words, she continues on again, throwing her hands up in the air, and I see something sparkle from one of her hands, "So you're telling me that you getting that assist tonight was for me? Well... gee thanks a lot Ben."

"You're overreacting, baby."

"Really, I'm overreacting?.." she pauses, crossing her arms.

"Yeah..."

"So you're saying that all those promises you made, and broke I might add, to come with me to our appointments, don't have any real priority at all over your promises of scoring me goals and assists?" she leaves him silent for a moment, then continues on again.

"Ben, I'm supposed to be able to count on you when I need you most. You always know you can count on me, I'm here at this damn arena every night you guys have a game here, I'm there for every charity event..." still not a word from him as she silences to watch his reaction.

"Damn it, Ben! For you I'm just always there and these days it feels as though you're just taking me for granted. And I'm just sick and tired of it!"

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" she questions him again.

"Yeah Belles, I'm hearing this whiny bitch, complaining about how my career is stupid, not leaving me any time at all for you!"

"You're an asshole! I deserve better than this, the weddings off!" she grabs at the sparkling object that is on her hand and throws it at him.

As he bends down to pick up the ring, he shouts "Who needs you anyways!" he begins to turn around to head back into the arena, "There are plenty of other girls who would kill to wear this ring!"

"FUCK YOU, BEN!" she shouts, once he's near the doors, "YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!" her voice begins to falter, saying those last few words just as the door was closes behind him without him looking back.


Seeing her seem so upset, angry and frustrated, makes her look so... hot, I think as I'm just watching her pace there, she suddenly turns to face my direction. Shit, she just caught me staring. I'm frozen, what's she gonna do? She starts walking toward me and I still can't move, like my feet are cemented into the concrete. Now she's right in front of me.

"Can I help you with something?!"

"Uh... What?" I fumble on my words, as I get a closer look at her.

"How long have you been standing here watching?" she asks demandingly.

"Not... long."

"Fuck. You saw everything, didn't you?" she bites her lip, looking at me, "And I guess you could hear our conversation too?"

I'm mesmerized now, completely unaware that she was still asking me questions. Seeing her up this close, she is actually quite beautiful. Her hair a dark shade of brown, just longer than shoulder length, and full of wavy curls. Her eyes are such a dark shade of brown that at first I thought they were black.

"Hello... are you okay?"

"Um... yeah." I manage to answer, staring down into her eyes.

Just as I open my mouth to say something, a voice calls out from behind me,

"Hey man, you coming?" Mike calls. I roll my eyes as turn to face him to yell back, "No! I'll just catch another cab."

"Okay..."

I turn back to her and ask, "Do you want to go out for a drink? There's a good bar at the hotel I'm staying at."

"Sounds good, I'm in need of a strong drink right about now. " she replies not waiting another second to turns on her heel and motions for me to follow her and I have no hesitation of following.

As I stared down at the way her hips swayed from side to side, she abruptly turns back to face me, giving me a smile as I almost run into her.

"Hey, the passenger door is on the other side of the car." she tells me as we have already reached her car, "Wait," she reaches her hand out and grabs at my arm pulling me back, "Which hotel?" she whispers.

Since I could tell that there were still some people leaving the arena and she's no further than one step in front of me, I reach out, grab her other arm and pull her right into me and whisper it in her ear.

"I know where that is." she smiles and turns away to her door, unlocks it and gets in then opens the passenger door for me, while I make my way around the car. As soon as I slide into the passenger seat she puts the key into the ignition, the engine roars to life and we are off.

When we get to the hotel, she finds a spot in the parking lot immediately cuts the engine and exits her car. Amazed at how fast she found the hotel and how fast she made it to the bar. After a couple hours amongst a few drinks, one thing led to another. 

And those last few things that I can remember are first her approaching me at the bar, at some point in the night with a room key. She then took me up to that room, where we found ourselves lip-locked up against the wall, which soon led to our clothes thrown around the room, and then we moved to the bed. Now it's the next morning and we're still in the same bed and she's looking even more beautiful than she did when I first met her last night.