It’s Sunday, meaning the boys and I hang out at home watching NHL replays, drinking some beer and eating some pizza. A lot of it. We are 5 growing men. We go through one each easy.We’re on the second game of the day. We never agree on movies or shows. So the ice hockey is a save bet to watch. Dillon sits on the floor in front of our long grey couch, Miles is in the corner looking uninterested. Cole is sitting next to me and Austen is asleep on the other side of me. I turn to Cole “How you feeling after yesterday?” Referring to his concussion and wrist.“Not to bad. Em was worried. I hate doing that do her. Coach ripped into me. But wrist should heal quickly. No practice for me for a bit. Em was pissed, but she hasn’t spoken to me since yesterday and Damien already yelled at me at how it would affect Em and why I can’t do it again. I swear he will put an ankle monitor on me, if I play up again. He texted Miles to make sure I don’t drink.” He spills out to me.“Yeah Emerson was re
I’m dragged from my sleep by the buzzzz of my alarm. I’ve hit snooze 4 times already and should probably get up. I roll over and instantly feel the cool sheets beneath me it’s a shock as I quickly find the warmth again. I have a 9AM this morning for Child Development and Psychology, one of the only elective units I selected. We didn’t have it last Monday. But we have today, which means I’ll see him. That sends butterflies in my stomach and ignites my heart. I saw him yesterday, after I left Cole’s as I spent the night there after a late one on Saturday and Cole didn’t let me walk home. I crave seeing him. I don’t want to hide anymore. I deserve to be happy after everthing, right.I get up, head into the kitchen say hey to Josie who’s has her blue light glasses on and her hair in a messy blonde bun and looks like she needs a coffee IV.“Hey Jos, did you get any sleep last night?”“Umm no, after my date last night. Which was good, before you ask. We went to the cinema and no I’
She turned me down. She actually said no. That was not how I thought it would go. Well it wasn’t exactly a no. It was a brush off. Not a friend zone either. And I did notice the sign of hesitation and the nudge she got from Addison.But Professor Hadley and my no show of a partner are to thank because now I have a reason to see Emerson. I search for my phone whilst at my desk. It has to be somewhere. Nope not under there. Fuck where did I leave this time. “Hey man, I found your… what the fuck are you looking for?” Austen bursts into my room.“My phone” I turn responding, seeing him holding it up.“What this, an email that your partner is Emerson. How you going to tell Cole that one?”“One I didn’t decide the partners and two how the fuck do you know my password. Also give me my fucking phone.”“No and your password is the last year the Bruins won the Stanley Cup not hard to guess. You basically lived in that jersey as a kid.”“Asshole”“Yeah that’s the only way I like it.
The professor’s light mutterings are slowly entering my thoughts. But, I have a constant distraction, handsome, but still a distraction at my side.It’s been a couple of weeks since we had a first meeting at Della’s since then we have started spending more time together and texting constantly. It makes me smile. I’m happy.Like rainbows after a rainy day kind of happy. The girls have noticed too. They like it. I mean they love him for it. I’ve started baking more, again. To the appreciation of the girls, Cole, Miles and King. Who seem to always end up with the brownies, cookies or cupcakes I make.Addison lets me in ‘her’ kitchen, because you can’t deny the infamous Fitzgerald brownies. As long as I clean up after myself she is happy.Ok, back to the distraction, I mean class. Hell, I haven’t been pay attention for the past 30 minutes, what’s listening to the last 10 minutes going to do. I mean it’s hard to deny the man who has made it a habit of bringing me a coffee every morni
It was a tough game last night we lost 3-2. We fought hard but it wasn’t enough.Practice was going to be extra gruelling this week.Coach always makes us work harder after a loss. Not that I blame him.It also sucks that it was a home game. And Em came and stayed watched it all.Somehow, between now and then we all agreed to a games night.That is hosted at our place. All the guys are here along with the girls.But my eyes are trained on one brunette.In her light pink sweatpants and cropped white long sleeve she looks fire.It’s a simple outfit.But damn this girl takes simple and makes it something fucking special.The girls showed up with the goods though. Beer. Wine. Snacks. And all the games.Monopoly. Uno. Scrabble. Cluedo.Dillon is dealing out a round of UNO. When I notice Austen reach over to grab Josie’s hand. Why the fuck? Oh shit? That’s who he’s been taking on dates and has been writing all those little notes for? Josie, the best friend of the girl I’m
- flashback -beep. beep. beep. beeeep. beeeeep. beeeeeeep. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.It’s only getting louder and quicker. I’m pulled from my sleep. What. Mum. No. This can’t be happening again.I spent the night in mum’s room with Cole but he isn’t here anymore.What is going on. What is that beeping?I glance up to see one of mum’s monitors flashing.I instantly hit the call bell. Even if it’s a false alarm, I would rather know.Mum has coded twice, but they have managed to restart her heart.We are losing her and there’s nothing I can do. I feel helpless.Hopeless.Why us? Why me? Why her?beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.It’s still going.My mind trails the path of losing her, everything she’ll miss and what she won’t get to see.That fucking plane. It’s taking everything from us.•end of flashback - I sit up in bed, trying to draw a breath. My clock on my nightstand says 4:48AM. A nightmare. I haven’t had one since last year. The anniversary is today.
A familiar warmth encloses my back. Cole. He pulls me into his lap. I’ve been silently crying for hours now. “Shhh Em. It’s alright.” I gaze up and he’s there. Kingston came with Cole. “How did you find me?” I ask in a very hoarse tone from all the crying. “Emmy I will always find you.” I reach out to grab onto Kingston’s hand. He takes it and squeezes. These two boys right here found me. They knew I was missing and they found me. I didn’t show up at class that’s probably how Kingston knew I was missing. “Are you ok, Em?” he looks down and says. “Yeah I am. I woke up after a nightmare and wasn’t going back to sleep. So I came to only place I knew they’d listen.” “Em, don’t do that again. You can’t run away and not tell anyone. We all care about you and are here for you, right here. We aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to let Damien know you’re ok before he calls a freaking search party, alright.”Cole says standing giving my shoulder a little s
The pitter patter of the rain hits the windows of Della’s diner. Where Em and I have been for the past 3 hours after I picked her up from work and we came here to work on our assignment. It’s been three days since we stayed up at her place watching Grey’s until 4AM as we may have finished season 1. In one night. The obsession is real. With Grey’s and her. She’s in the same gorgeous sweat set but in a light blue colour and her dirty AF1s. She hates her glasses but personally I think they make her look adorable. She glances up at me as the computer screen reflecting in her glasses. “What?” She says. “Urm, nothing.” “I’m sure my stickers are very interesting, find a favourite?” “Ahahaha, I wasn’t looking at them.” “Ok what where you looking at then?” “Just you’re gorgeous face.” “Okay. You done staring and ready to get back into it?” Does this girl ever take a break. We haven’t stoped since we got here. Her milkshake remains untouched. She has ta