With You, I'm Home

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Once more I found myself sitting at the bar at Modean's. Wayne was the only other one sitting near me, while everyone else was up and moving.

I'm not sure exactly what the occasion was, but there was loud music and dancing, and it seemed to be one hell of a celebration. I assume the only reason that Wayne wasn't up and moving yet was due to the fact that Rosie hasn't arrived.

I like that he always seemed happier when she was around. Wayne's a good guy- he deserves it. 

Dancing her way over to where I sat, Katy had a smile on her face as she pulled me out of my seat. Out of my seat and onto the make shift dance floor. There was another girl who joined us. She looked really young, but had long brown hair, absolutely gorgeous, and a banging body. Katy had introduced us opon our initial arrival- this was Bonnie McMurray. 

The young girl works here at Modean's, and from what I could tell was pretty close with Katy and Wayne's group. 

Having Katy here definitely made me feel less uncomfortable than I usually did in public.

Feeling someone tap on my shoulder, I quickly turned around. Only to come face to face with Reilly and Jonesy standing there, looking almost sad. They looked pitiful, both had some form of bruises on their faces. 

"What do you want?" I questioned, feeling all of that uncomfort come rushing back- remembering them trying to hit on me the last time I'd come here with Katy. The two of them looked at one another before looking back at me.

"Uhm, well, we just wanted to, you know, apologize." Reilly started. "For uhm, making you feel uncomfortable the other night." Jonesy finished.

When I looked over my shoulder at Katy, I saw her standing there with a smirk on her face. The kind of smirk that made it damn near impossible for me to determine if she had a hand in this, or if it was Shoresy.

Making my way into the rink, I felt almost deafened by the sound of people cheering. My hand came up and clutched to the thin scarf that was wrapped around my neck.

There was only a few minutes left in the second period, and the Eagles hadn't scored any points. "Oh no." I mumbled to myself. 

I didn't bother finding a seat in the stands, and instead stayed standing near the entrance to the ice and near the locker rooms.

Finding the familiar 69 jersey, I knew that was Shoresy and from then on my eyes stayed glued to him.

I watched as he berated the goalie when the other team scored. How he threw and broke his hockey stick when they scored once again- and then slammed it against the pole of the goal and shattered it again when they scored for a third time in a row. And then, when the buzzer sounded signaling the end of the period, I could over hear him yelling at a guy on the other team. 

"Hey, go eat some fondu, you fucking manatee!" He seemed as if he was going to attack the man, until a referee stepped between them. "Go have another baconator you fucking walrus!" He shouted as he stepped off the ice. "Fuck you!" 

He had been so busy yelling at this guy, with his back turned in my direction, he didn't even notice me there. Not that he would've been looking- I hadn't told him I was coming.

He wouldn't expect me to be here with how little I feel brave enough to leave my home. But we'd been together for a long time, and I wanted him to know that I support him.

So here I am. 

Leaning back against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest as I waited. Even over all the sounds of cheering from the crowd around me, I couldn't help but focus on one thing.