Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twenty-One

The next week is a whirlwind of planning, packing and hidden tears. My final request to the university was to be housed someplace that allowed me to bring my two dogs, because there was no way in hell I was leaving them on top of leaving my parents. So I spent many hours on the phone and computer trying to find a place that wasn't downtown (as much as I had loved being downtown while staying at Auston's, there was no way I wanted that for myself every day), and that had plenty of space for my girls to run.

Finally settling on a neighborhood that was not yet completely developed, I was able to get a good price for a house that was much bigger than I expected with two additional bedrooms besides the master. The university expected me to choose two roommates to join me there, which I had absolutely no plans to do so, and the university wasn't too pleased about it but agreed regardless. I'm not a huge fan of being around people more than I have to be.

Auston tried to be helpful in pointing out various things in different neighborhoods that I was looking into, but eventually he had to give Mitch my number because I was being so picky. Which resulted in a chain reaction of my number being handed out to several players on the team which then resulted in gaining several new snapchat friends. Who, because they are just so "gracious" as Mitch put it, send me snapchats night and day of Auston, "to help me cope with the separation" as Mitch also put it.

Most all of the snaps were of Auston with either a grumpy expression on his face at being photographed or with pink cheeks which I'm sure was from one of his teammates giving him a hard time. To be completely honest, they were always the highlight of my day. 

In addition, I had started watching the Leafs more than I had before, which annoyed me but I couldn't help it. I missed Auston already and seeing him on the ice was calming, and afterwards he would always find a private place to call me.

I glance at the clock and do the quick calculation of what time it is in L.A, and almost instantly my phone vibrates on my dresser. I scramble over the many boxes in my way and snatch up the phone, seeing the now very familiar name flash across my screen.

"Hello?" I ask a bit breathlessly for having only ran ten feet.

"You always answer like you don't know who's calling," Auston's voice says through the speaker, a teasing tone to his words.

"Sometimes I don't, especially after that conversation with Mitch two days ago," I reply, flopping down on my bed.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen again." Auston huffs into the phone and I giggle.

"You weren't very nice to him afterwards," I remind him, grinning at my ceiling.

Auston makes some noise into the phone and I burst out laughing again.

"He just wanted to make sure I knew how much you missed me," I tease.

"I don't miss you," Auston grumbled into the phone and I bite my lip to hold in another laugh. "That's it, we need to facetime instead, it's driving me crazy hearing you laugh and not getting to see it."

Before I can say anything back the phone call is ended and within seconds a facetime request comes through.

"Hi," I say shyly, the screen popping up with Auston's face in clear view. He's lying in bed as well.

"Hi," he says softly back. "How's packing?" He asks the same question every night, I think he's more eager for me to be in Toronto than I am, even though he's currently on the other side of the country.