Raura: "The Dream Team"

Wallowing in Self Pity

Laura's PV:

I just left the hospital because I couldn't sit there any longer feeling useless. Jakes laying in a hospital bed fighting for his life and I don't know if I'll ever be able to hear him talk again or kiss him again or play hockey with him again. You know when Benjamin told me that Jake wanted to pop the question I thought my heart was going to burst with happiness and I'm not a happy person I didn't even think I had a heart just a dark black hole but Jake showed me I do have a heart. And now that I may never be able to be called Laura Marie Gilinsky it feels awful.

I never wanted to get married or have kids. But with Jake it's different. He makes me want to do those things. I've only had 2 boyfriends and my first one was a major fuck up but I can't judge because I was just like him. We were nothing alike except for the alcohol, drugs, and darkness. We both had our demons that's why we were good together.

(15 minutes later at Doc Sullivan's)

Laura: hey can I have 3 shots of tequila and a whiskey straight up.
Bar tender: sure honey
Laura: thanks
Bar tender: no problem
Laura: (drinks it all) filler back up
Bar tender: (fills her up)
Laura: (6 shots of tequila and 5 whiskey straight ups later) you know I've always tried to be a good person but nothing good ever happens to me. I mean I have no family well I do but there nothing but a bunch of pricks and assholes. My boyfriends at the hospital fighting for his life because he smacked his head on the ice getting in a fight because of me.
Random person: it sounds like you got it rough
Laura: well ain't that fucking true. Hey bar tender get this guy a whiskey straight up. Now what's your name.
????: my names Elliot.
Laura: well Elliot I wouldn't sit here if I were you because it's about to be an all night pity party. And my alcohol tolerance is really fucking high. I bet I could be here till they close this fucking place down I still won't be fucking drunk.
Elliot: you say fuck a lot don't you.
Laura: oh my god I'm so sick of hearing that shit. Marano you swear to much, Marano u have truckers mouth, and the best one is my coach thinks I'm disrespectful. That guys a fucking prick. You know if I were to be a hit man he would be at the top of my list stupid mother fucker.
Elliot: so what's you story? Why r u here wallowing in self pity?
Laura: this is a long fucking story my friend so either go or strap on your seat belt because it's going to be a long fucking ride.
Elliot: seatbelt strapped
Laura: when I was 14 my dad died. He was my best friend we used to do everything together. We were huge Miami Dolphins fans and we had season tickets to the games so every month we go down to Florida and see a game and just spend a week there. And every time we went we would do something new. Then one day I come home to see a red car in front of my house with my dads best friends in the house and my mom crying telling me my dad died saving a women and her babies life in a fire. I haven't been to a Miami game since he died. He was a fireman he was the chief and the building was collapsing but being the noble man he was he went in there and he saved a women and her baby but on his way out the whole place collapsed on top of him and it was to late. Thats the day my whole world came crashing down.
Elliot: Laura I'm so sorry.
Bartender: (crying) that's so sad.
Laura: oh it gets worse. Fill her up and 6 shots of tequila.
Elliot: I don't drink tequila
Laura: it's not for u
Elliot's: okay then go on
Laura: after that my fuck up of a brother who never even showed up to the funeral or wake for his own dad because he was to busy getting high with his fucked up group of friends. There was probably over 400 people there. He was a well known guy people from different states came to the funeral. After that I changed. I went from an A student to a D student. My fuck up of a brother told me here this will take the pain away and got me into drugs and alcohol. I instantly gave into it because he wasn't wrong it did take the pain away for a little while. Then I starting cutting myself tried to commit suicide more times than I can count. I almost died but then David my brother found me. God I fucking hate him. I messed around with this kid Luke he hung around with our group for 2 years then I found out he was fucking the street whore Chelsea for basically our whole relationship. I didn't give a fuck though. What do u expect me to go and cry over some guy no. I could care less. I got into heavy drugs like ecstasy, heroine shit like that. Some heavy liquor then I finally realized after the 10th time of trying to kill myself I should just get my shit together and get out of New York go somewhere far. So I did I studied hard for my grades where they needed to be. Then I got into hockey to get my anger out instead of doing other things I wasn't so proud of. And when the coach came from UCLA to recruit players for his team he saw me playing on the boys team and he wanted me. He gave me a full ride and now that's where I live.
Bartender: that's so sad. Your brother sounds like a real asshole.
Elliot: wow that's terrible. You play hockey. Wait r u Laura Marano.
Laura: in the flesh
Elliot: I've heard great things about u
Laura: yeah well it hasn't gotten me anywhere. Im going to change it up I'm going to have a vodka on the rocks.
Bartender: here u go hon
Laura: thanks. Now after I moved to California I was raped by an asshole named Jason Baxter at some frat party. I then went on to meet my best friends Jake and Ben. We call ourselves the "dream team" because we work so well on and off the ice.
Bartender: wait I thought u said Jake was your boyfriend.
Laura: I'm getting there. So sophomore year I met some prick named Ross Lynch. He was a real player. We talked then we fucked then he told the whole campus which basically ruined my life. Ben and Jake saved me from myself because I almost killed myself again but they stopped me. They were always there for me. We were on top of the world the three of us. I was in med school going to be a surgeon. Then I ran into Ross again trying to fuck me over again but it didn't work and then he tried to apologize we ended up having dinner. Then he needed me to be his fake girlfriend so I did it because he was paying me a lot of money and he thought it was something more when it wasn't. Our team won the championship game against NSU which is Jason Baxter's team and now we're on our road to states. But the game after we won against NSU we had a victory party and long story short that's when my Jake asked me to be his girlfriend.
Bartender: that's so cute.
Laura: yeah well not everything's black and white. Fill her up and 6 shots more shots. After that we went to states pulled some pranks on the coach who hates me and he really ripped me a new one. Then long story short Kanisus college got kicked out of going to states and NSU got in. We versed them and we won after we celebrated at a bar after curfew and coach of course was waiting in the lobby for us and said I couldn't play yesterday's game. That's when it all happened.
Elliot: what happened?
Laura: Jake my boyfriend got into a fight because a guy on the other team said he was going to win then go back to our hotel and fuck me. Then Jake tackled him turned it into a fight and the other player pushes him back and he hit his head on the ice. After 8 hours in surgery he's in a coma and he has a 1 in a million chance of coming out of it. (Tears in her eyes)
Bartender: oh baby I'm so sorry.
Laura: you know I used to call him baby and then he would call me his superstar. I don't know what I'll do if he dies.
Elliot: it'll be okay Laura.
Laura: you know the doctor told us to come up with a plan basically saying to pull the plug. Then I cussed him out. Then he has the balls to tell me and I quote "it's better than having him suffer Miss Marano. Think of him not yourself."
Bartender: what an asshole.
Laura: I know and the worst part is our best friend Ben agreed with him saying he wouldn't want us to suffer. And you know deep down its the right thing to do. So right now I'm going to sit here with u guys drink until I pass out and hope Jake wakes up.
Bartender: I know what u need u need a martini with tequila in it.
Laura: anything with tequila is good for me. Do u guys believe in God or heaven or any of that shit.
Elliot: I don't know.
Bartender: I do
Laura: I sure as fuck don't. If there was a god then why is my dad dead. Why is Jake in a hospital fighting for his life. I mean his fucking room number is 666 that's the Devils number. Like wtf if that doesn't say something than I don't know what does.