Lennon Miller and Jack Hughes were once inseparable. Being born on the same day, in the same hospital to moms who were best friends would do that to two people.
Every memory Lennon had as a child consisted of the brunette boy at her side. He was he...
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"My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name. Building up like waves, crashing over my grave."
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It's been a week since my little druken confession. Jack has been giving me space and I don't like it. He went from being up my ass constantly to staying out all day and coming home and going straight to bed.
I understand that he is busy but if we were in an actual realtionship I would think he was cheating on me. Since we aren't, I don't really care what it is he is doing I just miss him. Things are going to change in a few short minutes.
I'm currently in an uber on my way to Prudential Center with a pair of old skates resting on my lap. There's a charity event going on where the boys are teaching kids from the community how to skate, it's open to the public including the partners and families of the players.
All the wives and girlfriends agreed on wearing their partners jersey's. I have to admit that I'm a little nervous to see Jack's reaction. He hasn't seen me wear a jersey of his in forever. Now, it will be different. The dark red colors, the big 86, his last name, and most importantly the C embroidered on the front.
I feel really cute in the outfit I chose. Black leggings, a grey hoodie and I'm wearing my hair in long curls today. Somedays, when I have the energy, I'll style my hair naturally and let my curls take over.
I don't do it often because my hair is so long half the time it looks like a lions mane but I felt like making an effort today. I want Jack to notice.
There's been a different sort of energy swirling around between. It's more electric, more charged. I find myself having a harder time pretending I hate him when I just want to jump into his strong arms and let him hold me all night long. I have no idea how tonight is going to go when we have to be touching each other and kissing each other.
Oh my god we are going to have to kiss. We've had to kiss before but just a few pecks on the cheeks and short tiny kisses on the lips, nothing even remotely romantic. But still, I feel more with him than I have with anyone else.
This whole fake dating thing is starting to get to my head. We are making more public appearances and hanging out with his team. There's so much faking I have to do that's it's starting to blend with our real life boundaries.
Wanting to get a head start on a warmup because I haven't skated in forever, I arrive at the arena on the earlier side. I'm really excited about doing this event. It's for a good cause and I think it's going to be fun.
There are a few people milling about the ice. The boys just finished a light practice so they are doing whatever it is they do in the locker room.
