NHL Imagines

Andre Burakovsky

"For the last time, Mason, I will NOT go out with you. Please, just leave me alone!" You sighed into the phone, frustrated with your obsessive boss.

You walked into the apartment and the smell of tacos filled your nose. Your three best friends and roommates Tom, Michael, and Andre stood in the kitchen raising an eyebrow at you.

"What's got your panties in such a twist?" asked Michael, amused with your stressed attitude.

"My boss who won't leave me alone." You huffed out as you slipped of your uncomfortable shoes and hung your coat on the rack.

"What do you mean by 'won't leave you alone'?" Andre asked, concerned.

"He literally asks me to go on a date with him every single day. He is way too pushy and I can't stand him and his perverted comments!"

"Can I beat the shit out of him?" Tom said suggestively with a mouth full of tacos.

"I wish. His father owns the entire company. I'd be unemployed if we took it that far." You told the three boys as you grabbed a drink from the fridge.

As if on cue, your phone started buzzing from across the counter and before you could reach for it Andre shouted in his adorable accent.

"Is this your boss, Mason?" He asked holding up the phone.

You gave him a slight nod and he quickly answered it.

"Fuck off dude. She said to leave her alone." He said into the phone sounding a lot tougher than he actually is.

"And who are you to say that, her boyfriend or something?!" Mason shouted into the phone annoyed.

You looked at Andre and gave him a thumbs up since your mouth was full, and Tom and Michael just sat there listening carefully.

"Actually I am, so if you could leave my girl alone, that would be appreciated." He said, kinda smiling to himself but remaining stern when talking to Mason.

Mason quickly apologized sounding like a coward and hung up.

"That was great, Burky!"

"Yeah, I like how you faked having Y/N as a girlfriend, nice!" Tom and Michael congratulated him as they walked off into the living room, leaving you and Andre alone, just staring at each other.

"Thank you, that was really sweet of you to do that." You said walking closer to Andre.

"Not a problem. I just wish it were true." He said looking at his feet in a disappointing manner.

"Me too." You whispered looking up at him.

He smiled at you before slowly planting a sweet kiss on your lips as your arms automatically tangled around your bodies.

All you could hear was a faint "GET SOME" or "Go Burky!" from where the boys were on the couch.