"God, I am so FUCKING SCREWED!"
I tossed my keys onto the coffee table and threw my coat off. Brent walks over and gives me a puppy look. Something that always makes me smile. I cross my arms and stare up at him. I really did want to spend the rest of my life with him. Even with all the fire flying around, just one look from him, and the spark was put out.
"What's wrong babe?"
"I told them about Jonny. But they think I'm single. I couldn't do it." I gulped back.
"It's okay. After the Olympics, we'll have to tell them, that we're together at least."
I nodded, "You're right. Thanks hun."
"That's what I'm here for." He replied before he pulled me into a hug. Making my frost-bitten cheeks suddenly burn a thousand degrees.
I felt my stomach drop into my stomach, my eyes started to fill with tears. It started off with a little sniffle, then a full out sobbingfest into Brent's t-shirt.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell is this? You're not allowed to cry."
"I can't help it. I want to be with you so badly, and no one wants me to. Plus I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't see you until you come to Vancouver for the Olympics. Which may I add, is a month and a half away."
"It's gunna work out. Just calm down okay." He chuckled as he wiped my tears away.
"Why is it ALWAYS a fucking episode of The Hills around here?"
I heard a thick Swedish accent behind me. I turned around and saw Nicklas Hjalmarson. My eyes are filled with questioning looks, my mouth was lying open. Why was he here?
"What is he doing here?"
"Uhm. Yeah. About him ..." This time, it was Christina who spoke up.
"I am so fucking lost right now."
"Let me spell it out for you. While you were so wrapped up in lying to your parents. I took your best friend out for breakfast and made her my girlfriend."
"Wow Nick, you're so kind with your words." I replied. "But really, hurt her, and I'll kill you."
"I'll keep that in mind."
I headed into the bedroom and began to pack all my stuff. I was trying my best not to cry. I hated leaving him. I slowly stuffed all my hoodies into the suitcase. I ended up plunking down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and screaming into it.
"Ally, are you okay?"
"Fuck everything right now. Seriously."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Christina laughed throwing one of my tank tops into my suitcase.
"You're one to talk. I didn't know you had a thing for Nick."
She began to blush at the sound of his name, "Yeah. I did. I met him last night. He's a sweetheart. He wants us to be together."
"Well, I say go for it. He's a sweetheart."
She hugs me, and leaves me alone to pack the rest of my stuff. I still feel empty as I notice all my clothes are off the hangers and packed away. I pick out my outfit for tomorrow, a simple pair of black yoga pants, white tank top and a red hawks hoodie.
"How the hell am I gunna pack all three of these Jersey's?" I mumbled.
"You could take one with you and leave two here. Or leave all of them." Brent shrugged.
"I'm not leaving all of them here. I plan to sleep in one every night. It's like a little part of you with me when I sleep."
"You still need to give me a private showing of these jerseys, you know ..."
"I don't think I know what you're talking about Mr. Seabrook." I giggled.
"Come on. Christina and Nick left with Gina. No one's here."
I grabbed his home jersey and went into the bathroom. I took off my jeans, tank top and hoodie, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I slip the jersey over my head, fluff up my hair and head back out into the bedroom. My heart is beyond pounding.
Brent sends me with devilish grin as I hike up the jersey and sit on his lap, stealing his lips into a short kiss. He grabs the jersey in his hands as he deepens our once innocent kiss. My hands wander up to his neck, and fishing my fingers through his hair. His hands slide against the hem of the jersey, breaks our kiss, and slides it over my head. I begin to shake. He flips me over and trails kisses all over my neck, collarbone and chest. I take it for what it's worth. It would be the last time for what felt like an eternity.