Note: updates are inconsistent 'cause I got stuff going on life
NHL Imagines and One Shots. This may contain smut so yeah (every other story is smut, by the way.) Idk what else to say here. Have fun reading.
Other Warnings: Arguing/fighting, oral, rough/angry sex
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I laid down on the couch with the TV on but the game hadn't started yet. I just sat there waiting in deep thought, thinking about how excited I was to see Bob tonight. I loved seeing him play—even though we were friends, the way he moved made me feel a certain way. Maybe I could tell him how I felt, but that might have to wait.
The game started a few minutes later and my eyes were glued on the TV. I followed every player's moves—especially Bob's—and kept track of everything in my mind. I looked at the scoreboard and saw we were down two to nothing. I was sad but I didn't lose hope... yet.
"2-0... Well, anything can happen—it's only the end of the first period." I said to myself after I kept watching the game. I scrolled through my phone and waited for the first intermission to end.
I was so bored at home. I really wish I could've gone to the game—I've almost never been able to go to any of my best friend's games. If I had to choose one to go to, it would probably be this one. Las Vegas is an interesting city, after all.
The second period began and I was in deep thought. I saw the Cats score and it made me feel a little better, but I was still bummed. "Come on, Bobby." I muttered to myself, but to no avail. I saw the Knights score four more goals and I knew it was over.
Despite knowing we were toast, I kept watching the game. The third period came around and I saw Florida score two more goals. Instead of celebrating, I just sat there with a blank expression—those two goals meant nothing, anyway.
It was pointless because Vegas just scored three goals and they were winning by six goals now. The clock ticked down and it hurt to see the scoreboard. 9-3 was the final score and I couldn't have felt any worse for Bob.
I wish I was there, because maybe I could've changed things. Maybe if he saw me waving at him in the stands, maybe if he saw my smile, he would've felt better. A change in attitude would've helped a lot, but I can't do anything about it now. I walked to my bedroom and fell asleep to pass the time while waiting for him to come home.
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