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"Impulsiveness is a part of life. It's what makes living worthwhile." — Unknown

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ALVARA

Monday night had been very overwhelming, my best friend has a girlfriend that she never told me about, Kiara and Sawyer are a thing, and I officially have a massive crush on a hockey player who give me butterflies every time I see him and he makes me blush profusely. Oh and I've turned in to a housewife,  don't even ask me how that happened.

My fingers have been itching to text Milo, but because I refused to be desperate and text him the day after he gave me his number I convinced my self to wait.

At the beginning of the year we were given the assignment of a senior capstone project, it was only the second month of the first semester so I had time but I needed to figure out what I was going to do. The hardest part is it has to mean something to us and relate to what we would like to do.

So I spent my day in the library researching trying to decide what I wanted to do. After two hours of making zero progress, I decided to head back home and take Koda on a walk.

Once I got back home I decided I was going to start my Gilmore girls marathon. And then just as I was going to press play, I heard someone knocking, great timing.

I got up and opened the door, it was Milo. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, but there he was in a dark green Henley and blue jeans.

"Hi, I was passing by and thought I'd stop by and make sure the lock is still working good." He said as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Okay, well I was about to watch a show if you'd like to watch it with me. After you check the lock of course." I said moving to let him in.

"I'd like that." He said slipping off his shoes. "I'll make popcorn!" I said walking into the kitchen. He shut the door, and walked over to the back door, checking the lock.

Once I finished with the popcorn I went over to the couch and sat next to him, "Is the lock good?" I asked "perfect." He said, "The show we are about to watch is a cinematic masterpiece, one I will not accept any criticism on." I said before pressing play. "What about questions?" He asked a smiling playing on his lips, "I suppose I can accept questions."

About half through the first episode, Milo wraps his arm around me and pulls me towards him. I feel the heat emanating off my cheeks, he was so muscular and tall this man literally got every good gene possible, dark hair light eyes, perfect skin. He truly is the handsomest man I've ever seen.

"I've got a question." He said whispering, "hmm?" I responded, "Will you come to my game on Friday?" I expect the question to be about the show, not that I minded. "I would love too!" I said looking up at him, "Would you also do me honor of wearing my jersey?" He asked his eyes meeting mind, "I suppose, since you asked so nicely." I said smirking. He pulled me even closer to him and I laid my head on his shoulder. Koda jumped up on the couch and stretched out across our laps.

Three episodes later he left, and the girls had come home. It was around four now and we had a chill evening in I helped Kiara study for a test she had and me and Del finally talked about last night. I knew she was interested in girls, even though she had never really verbally admitted it. She was more of an impulsive person in the sense of "act now talk later". Anyway I was happy for her and Abby.

MILO

I knew I had to leave, no matter how much I didn't want to. I should've just asked for her number so I didn't have to show up to "check the lock" it made me wonder why she didn't call or text me but then it dawned on me that I'd given her my number just last night, god I was pathetic.

I was glad I left when I did, if Kiara had told Sawyer I wouldn't have heard the end of it. Kade had been avoiding everyone and everything. I understood why he was upset, but I think he is being unreasonable. He slept around and Kiara had never had any real friends until last year, everyone had used her to get to him. As much as Sawyer annoys me, I know he is a good person. I think Kade knows that too, but his head is so far up his ass he can't even acknowledge it.

I went to the only place I could think to find him, the rink. It didn't take long to find him he was weaving the puck back and forth with his stick as he skated up and down the ice. I sat there and waited for him to notice me.

"What the hell do you want?" He yelled from the other side of the plexiglass. "Nothing" I told him, if there is one thing people hate more than talking it's silence. He made a few more laps before breaking his stick in half when he missed the goal.

He exited the rink and sat next to me, "I'm not doing this bullshit with you, tell me why your here or leave." He spat. "I'm here because you need to pull your head out from your ass and take two big fucking steps back to realize who you are actually hurting." I said "Your near death experience open your eyes?! Because it sure as hell opened mine, I don't want the people I care about to get hurt!" He yelled throwing his gloves off. "People have to make mistakes. You protecting her is only hurting her, you are depriving her from an important part of growing. Learning." I said his face softened,  "I fucking hate it when you're right." He sighed his aggression surrendering to reason. "I know me too." We both stood up, "I think that's the most you've ever said to me." He said his normal relaxed expression returned, I simply nodded.

I followed him to the locker room I sat on a bench while he showered and changed.

"How's your girl?" He asked I could sense his smirk from the other side of the shower curtain. "She not 'my girl'—" I started, "but you want her to be?" He interrupted "Yes. But—" and he wonders why I never talk. "Then make her yours." He said the water shutting off, "She's not an object, I don't want to be desperate. We've only known each other for five days." I said before he could interrupt.

"I've seen the way you to look at each other, it's the same way your parents look at each other, you love her. And I'm pretty damn sure she loves you too." He said pulling his shirt over his head. "Five days is not enough time to know you love someone." I stated, "Then it's a good thing you have a lifetime, also I call dibs on best man!" He said leaving the locker room.

I sat on the bench, a million thoughts racing through my head. Fuck, maybe I did love her.