"So, we ran out of town, away from everyone who was calling us out. Relax, relax. Exhale and breathe, just breathe for me. You are the earth beneath my feet, you are my gravity. Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired. Be strong for me, and I'll be strong for you"
Two weeks later I was sitting in Gina and Steph's apartment. We were pigging out on junk food and watching the hawks game. They were playing San Jose, so the game started at 7:30 for us. It was in the 2nd period, and they were down 4-1. Gee, thanks Huet for nothing.
"I need booze for this, I can't deal." Gabby said walking towards the kitchen.
"Good idea, I still feel sick from seeing Brent score."
All the girls joined in my laughter, we all hated his stinking guts right now. Which was fine by me. Gabby walked back into the living room as we moved the coffee table so we could sit in a circle on the floor. Christina walked in behind Gabby holding shot glasses for us. She had a bottle of raspberry vodka and a bottle of sprite to chase. We all pour ourselves a shot, and clank our glasses together.
"Cheers to that asshole named Brent Seabrook for making me find Jonathan Toews."
"Amen!" They all replied as we threw back our shots.
It burned my throat, but it felt good. I didn't chase it back, I just grabbed the bottle and threw another shot back. My cheeks began to burn after my 4th shot, and by the time I had my 12th shot, I was completely gone again.
"YOU KNOW WHAT!" I said nuzzling my face into Gabby's shoulder.
"Brent's horrible in bed."
At this point everyone starts hysterically laughing. My head falls into my hands. I can't even keep it up properly. I was having fun and letting go for the first time in months. It felt .. amazing.
"How bad though?" Gabby is yelling at me, even though she's right beside me.
I stumble to sit on my knees and sternly look her in this eyes, "Like, bad."
She gasps, "IS HE SMALL?"
"I CAN'T SAY THAT!"
Gabby's eyes suddenly widen, "I GOT AN IDEA! LETS GO OUTSIDE!"
I can't get up, but with the help of Steph, I do get up. We stuff our feet into our boots as we head into the elevator, screaming the lyrics to "Monster" by Lady Gaga at the top of lungs. I grab Christina's hand as we attempt to run towards the park behind their complex. We fall over in a fit of laugher. Gabby lands beside us as we stare up into the winter midnight sky. My cheeks were still burning.
"You know ... I love Jon." I confess.
"AWWWW!! REALLY!?" Steph squeals.
"I mean, he loves me, and he's so fucking hot. I mean come on, he makes me forget about Brent."
"Have you had sex yet?"
"No, but, I plan to. I want to. He looks good at it." I snicker.
"He does. I won't lie." Gabby chirps in.
"What was that?" I snap looking over at her.
We start bickering at each other over Jon. I understand she didn't actually mean it, but my drunken state was taking over me. She pushed me. I pushed back. Then I full on tackle her and we roll down the hill at a rapid pace. I didn't know if I should laugh or actually kick her ass.
"Jon is mine!" I scream.
"You're a bitch!"
"GET OFF ME!"
"GIRLS STOP IT!"
Steph pulls me off of Gabby and I wipe my mouth. I cut my lip on a rock. Gabby looks over at me, and I look at her. Hysteria fell over me as I bursted into tears and hugged her. Gina, Steph, and Christina just laugh at us as we confess we love each other.
"I'd never take Jon from you." Gabby sobbed.
"I know you wouldn't. I wouldn't take Jordan from you." I replied, referring to her boyfriend, Jordan Eberle.
She nods as she hiccups a few more tears out of her. I hug her again before we slowly stumble back to the apartment. Man, that was a moment for the books. As we walk in, we see the boys won the game in overtime. Jon with the winner. No surprise.
I pull out my phone and text Jon,
"Ayyy, baybay, nice goal you sexy fucker"
"Are you drunk?"
"PFFT. You know nothing."
"Kso, I am. But, I love you."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow. I highly doubt you meant that."
"No, no, no. Listen butthead. I fucking love you and don't you forget it."
"I'll call you tomorrow. Please stay safe."
"Ay, I can keep myself safe, buddy."
"Goodnight you fine piece of Canadian Bacon!"
I put my phone away and storm into Steph's room. Not even caring that she's on the phone. I plunk down on her bed, smiling to myself. It was a good night. My eyes grow tired, and I'm suddenly out like a light.