American Girl (ON HOLD)

Chapter 19

Sorry this is a bit late, I've been off of school and should have been updating like the whole week. I had just realized that it was Saturday at 11:22 at night. I was at a wedding all day- yay for a new aunt! Still, excuses, excuses; I know I'm shit and I'm sorry. Im going to get better- I promise.

Charlotte's POV

"Charlie? Can I come in?" Tye knocked on my door, causing me to wake up from my sleep.

"Uh, yeah," I sighed, slightly irritated from being woken up.

Tye opened my door and scoffed at the sight of me; I was laying on my side, tangled in my bed sheets.

"What? 8 o'clock to early for you?" Tye sat down on the edge of my bed.

"No, I was just testing my bed out," I untangled my legs, straightening the blanket over my legs. "What time is it anyway?"

"Around 3:30," Tye glanced at his watch. "Practice starts at 5: I'm leaving in 20."

"Why so early?" I pulled my hair into a messy bun, having taken it out of the neat bun it was in.

"Incase of traffic or something else happens," Tye shrugs.

"Okay," I paused to take a breath. "So...when can I get a jersey?"

"Like I already told you: as soon as the season starts," Tye rolled his eyes as I smiled.

"Well I wasn't told when that is, you know," I shrugged my shoulders, clearly trying to annoy Tye further.

"That's this practice," Tye shoots a glare back in my direction. "For me, anyway. I joined a bit late, so everyone else's merch has been selling for a while now."

"Okay, cool. I'm a medium, by the way," I added.

"Are you implying that I'm getting you a jersey?" Tye questions.

"Yes," I motion for him to get out so that I can change.

"Fine, fine," Tye raises his hands in defeat, the leaves the room.

I grabbed my phone instead, a new thought occurring. Who am I going to go to the game with?

I scrolled through my contacts, trying to take out the people who where in London, not Minnesota.

I'm not sure one of the guys would like to see a hockey game, so I'll see about Mason or Tyler.

I started a new group chat, hoping that one of them would reply soon.

Me: who wants to attend a hockey game with me tomorrow?!

I sat there, waiting, for about fifteen minutes and neither of them had replied yet.

I shut my phone off, giving up for the moment, then decided to actually get up.

Leaving my hair in the messy bun I had put it in earlier, I headed out for the kitchen in search of some food.

When I pushed open the door to the kitchen, I found Tye sitting on the counter, eating a salad.

"Thank you," I grabbed the salad on the other side of him, after he had motioned for me to take it.

I hopped up beside him, popped the lid of the bowl, and dove my fork into the leaves.

"Heard anything about Elle?" I innocently pick at my food.

"No, nothing. Oh wait, yeah there's more to the story," I glance curiously up at Tye.

"The story?" I raise my eyebrows, uncomprehending.