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It's October 2023 and Pink Slip has finally finished their summer tour. The atmosphere changed along with the season as it went from summer to fall, meaning hockey season has finally began. Trevor Zegras has been launched into the spotlight o...
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In the past year of living with my friends, this was the first time in a while I had the house to myself. It was the one night that Mal, Alex, and Wes all had individual plans and I did not. I watched Trevor's hockey game last night and he played well, but since there's no game tonight I had nothing else to do.
I sat in the living room with my songbook and my keyboard. I just hit random keys on the keyboard and prayed that something would come to me. I played a note and sang out, "I...want you to know." I couldn't come up with anything after that, so I just wrote that down in the songbook and resumed. I repeated the same lyric over and over, trying different keys.
My process was interrupted by knocking at the front door. I whipped my head in the direction of the door and noticed that I had completely missed Trevor's texts from a while ago. "Shit," I muttered as I grabbed my phone and checked the texts, making my way up to the door.
Trevor had texted me saying he was gonna head over today with some food after practice. I hadn't realized my notifications were silenced. I opened the front door and there stood Trevor with two paper bags and a bright smile. "I brought food over to help you write!" he exclaimed as he held the two bags up.
I let out a faint giggle before I moved out of the way and let him in. "Thanks," I said as I shut the door when he entered and followed him into the kitchen. "I didn't see your texts, my notifications were silent." It was obvious I hadn't either. I was wearing my pajamas and my hair was a mess along with the apartment. "Sorry for the mess. I didn't expect company."
He placed the bags down on the kitchen island and replied, "Oh, my apartment is much worse. I live with 2 other guys, mind you." He pulled out a couple of take-out boxes and looked inside one before handing it over to me. "I got you a BLT from Gigi's down the road."
I smiled as I took and box and looked at the sandwich. I haven't had Gigi's in forever. "Thanks," I said as I brought my food over to the dining table and sat down. "I thought you would've been out partying after your win yesterday." I then took a bite of my sandwich.
He chuckled, "Nah, we did that yesterday." He grabbed his own box and brought it over to the table as well, sitting next to me. "I just joined them in going to Gigi's for a bit, but I got food to go and came over here."
I nodded my head and hummed. "How did you know which apartment was mine?" I asked him before taking a fry and eating it.
"Mal told me," he answered before taking a bite of his sandwich. "She said that you were home alone and needed a babysitter."
I gasped, fake offended but also kind of shocked Mal had texted him that. First off, didn't know they were in contact, and second, she treated me like a kid just like Alex does. Whatever, this is for another day. I just brushed it off and said, "I appreciate the food. You want anything to drink?"
