Sean Monahan / Johnny Gaudreau Imagines

Johnny Gaudreau

This one is actually something that happened to me so I'm going to be telling my story, however I'm changing the characters names, and of course, Sean and Johnny are both in it, however it is a Johnny imagine :) I'm quite excited to write this one, after some time to cope with it I feel like this is the best way to completely let go :) hope you all enjoy. It's going to be very long 2500+ words

-Johnny isn't going to be in about the first half or so, but the back story is quite important in fact it's vital-

Sean and I had been dating secretively for the last 9 months, some reasons were because we couldn't see each other very often and he is one of my dearest friends ex, they only dated for 2 months until she called it off though. (For another guy!)
Tonight I had to babysit and he was invited to one of his friends birthday parties, I was kind of friends with her but they've been friends for a while and of course I had no problem with him going, my 2 best friends were going to be there and I knew they would keep him in line if he got a little out of control, which he did some times. But him and I are both young and it's expected of both of us to be out of control once in a while.
Sean and his best friend Johnny (who is also one of my best friends) play on the same hockey team, as well as two of my other good friends Brayson and Jackson, who are best friends as well. Brayson and Jackson aren't the biggest fans of Sean and Johnny, they always warned me about Sean, they said he's a player and he's going to break my heart, I never listened.
Anyways, back to tonight. I was going to go to the party but I had to work and I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift for me and I wasn't about to call in to work to go to a party. When I got to work I had been texting Jackson about how I wished I could be at the party, and I also asked him for a ride home from work because Sean wasn't able to pick me up tonight. He agreed to do it and I said that I would pay him, but he said it was no big deal. I knew Jackson always had a thing for me because he admitted it and I always felt bad when I would ask him for a favour for money in return but he would never accept it because he liked to spend time with me.
So I was working and I got on my first break to a text message a little something like this from my absolute best friend ever, Michaela.

"They're holding hands and she's sitting on his lap!"
"What?" I replied, I was genuinely confused but she didn't end up texting me back, so I went back on shift and I was constantly checking my phone for any type of explanation but to my great misfortune, there was nothing from my best friend.
When my shift was almost over I got a text from my other best friend who was there.
"Hey it's Michaela from Cassie's phone, I don't know if you got my text but I sent it on the last 1% I had. Sean and Sierra Galee are holding hands and she's sitting on his lap by the fire. They're really close to each other and they disappeared about an hour ago for like 15 minutes. I don't know what they did but when they came back her hair was messy and his shirt was more unbuttoned than it was when he left."

When I read that text I lost it. I burst into tears and begged my manager to leave, she let me go and was really concerned but I refused to say it out loud. I refused to say "Sean Monahan cheated on me" and I refused to say it was with the trashiest, least classy girl anyone could conjure up in their mind. She wasn't pretty or anything special. She had thin dirty blonde hair, she wore revealing tops with two bras underneath to make it look like her tits were big and she would fuck anyone who would lay their hands on her.

I waited outside for Jackson, crying my eyes out but trying to calm down. I couldn't have him see me like this, I couldn't tell him what happened. The words physically could not come out of my mouth. It hurt me so bad that I couldn't even say the words.

What was better about her? Why her? He told me he loved me, he told me he wanted a future with me. Not anymore. He threw it all away for her. For Sierra Galee.

When Jackson got there I had stopped crying and I hoped it was dark enough so he couldn't tell I was crying.

"What's wrong?" Jackson said solemnly as soon as I opened the door. I didn't even realize Brayson was in the back seat.
"Nothing" I was monotone, I tried to sound as if I had no emotion, as if I were neutral
"Chelsie obviously something is wrong, you're my best friend, I can tell." Jackson pried until I cracked
I started bawling all over again
"It's Sean" I managed, and I felt someone's hand grab my shoulder, when I turned around it was Brayson, his eyes were caring.