I kinda wrote this differently and not sure how much I like it.... Let me know which you prefer. Also, I am taking requests!!
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"What do you mean I didn't receive a qualifying offer?!" I hear Michael shout into the phone. I was folding laundry and putting away clothes from our trip to Florida with Michael and his family. I knew what was happening. Michael's agent called and broke the news to Michael that the capitals did not extend a qualifying offer to Michael, and that meant Michael was going to have to move to a different city and play for a different team. He had been stressing out about this, as Tom texted him three days ago saying he received a contract extension.
"Y/N!" I hear Michael yell from the kitchen. I stuff the shirt into a drawer, and quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Michael stood over the island with his head in his hands. I walked over to him, and he looked up, tears welling in his eyes. Michael finally felt like he found his place, somewhere where he was accepted, and somewhere where he had a best friend who he could trust with anything. "I won't be returning to the Capitals organization next year...." He quietly says. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him, letting him feel comfort.
"So, what are you going to do?" I ask, rubbing circles into his defined shoulder blade.
"I have offers from Los Angeles and Tampa... I don't know where to go." He says. "I don't want to be anywhere but here. I'll leave behind Tom... I'll leave behind you... I was finally getting into a good rhythm here and things were finally looking up." He says, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Michael! I am going with you wherever you go. I have been with you for five years back in Ontario. As for Tom, it will all work out I promise you. You both have such an unbreakable bond, that wont be broken just because you don't play for the same team anymore." I tried consoling him. He simply wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his head on my shoulder. We stood like that for what felt like an eternity, but it seemed to put Michaels fears aside. I nudged Michael, and he lifted his head. I leaned up, and gave him a reassuring kiss, and a smile slowly crept it's way on his face.
"Why don't we get dinner and talk about the offers you received?" I asked him, giving him a small smile. He nods, and makes his way upstairs.
