Jack's had three games over the course of the week and to that nothing beats a casual pizza takeout with just the two of us.
My parents are out again which leaves just him and I alone for two days.
Bless
I open my window so that it's just enough for a specific scent to escape and my room to not be as cold.
"Jasmine or lavender babe?" I ask Jack as I look through my incense.
"Lavender" he answers from my couch.
"Alrighty" I reply as I light up my incense.
I grab the book from my shelf before joining him. I avoid his eyes as I open the book to reveal my small stash of weed.
"You smoke?" He questions as I light up the blunt.
"Yeah. Uhm. Medically. I went to the doctors when I turned 18 without my parents and I was diagnosed with anxiety and whole bunch of shit. I try not to do it here or mainly whenever my parents are here" I say as I inch closer to him.
"Isn't it bad for you if you guys do it?" I question.
"Actually no, it's legal" he says kissing the top of my head as I exhale the smoke.
"Oh I see"
"Do your parents know?"
"No- they'd freak out and kill me if they found out"
"What about your Lola? Or anyone else in your family"
"She knows she just doesn't want me doing it inside her house but the backyard is fine and Tita Nika knows too" I tell him.
"Is it okay with you?" I look up to see his eyes.
"I don't mind it. I promise" he smiles.
It's enough to give me comfort.
"Can you make kwento about hockey?" I speak up as I'm laying over his lap with my back against the side of the couch.
(story)
"Kwento?"
"It means story" I giggle.
"Ah okay" he laughs.
"So what was that like?" I question curiously.
"I hated it" he begins as he plays with my hair.
"But you were overall first pick and- "
"I scored 7 goals in 61 games" he talks.
That does sound bad
"You were really pressured"
"I was yeah. First overall. Everyone expects you to be the best. I wanted to cry here and there. But I held myself back because in my head, if someone saw me vulnerable I was weak. It was the toxic masculinity taking over"
"Isn't it also like- because I've seen stuff about how people compare you to other players" I mention.
"Yeah I don't give a shit about it. At the end of the day, we're all players playing in the NHL"
I remember browsing through Twitter one night and finding myself read a whole entire thread talking about Jack and comparing him to other players in the NHL.
It made me want to comment and say something, defend him because he's my boyfriend and he doesn't deserve any of it.
But I also thought of the chaos it could bring and how the management would have to possibly handle it if things got out of hand. I'm
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Fanfiction"I'd get lost in your ocean eyes my sanity now turned into madness all due to being under the influence of your words nothing left unspoken" What if eye contact led to so much? Her dark brown eyes that she hates so much drowning in his ocean eyes...
