Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twenty-Six

The next few weeks is much of the same, I start at school going three times a week Tuesday through Thursday and use my free time for research that I do at home. Much to my surprise I not only become friends with Auston's teammates and their wives/girlfriends but I actually make a few friends at school, which is a first.

I pull into my drive way to see several cars already parked in my driveway and along the curb on the road. Walking in the front door I see that it must be another COD night because there's eight boys scattered around my living room, none of them Auston.

"Hello people who do not live here," I call out, dropping my school bag onto the floor and throwing my coat onto the rack.

"Hey Y/N," several people call out and my two pups bound up to me, flipping over onto their backs for a good belly rub.

"Where's Auston?" I ask, still not seeing him anywhere.

"Picking up food," Mitch answers, his eye's glued to the T.V even though he's not playing right now and speaking through a mouthful of carrots.

I snatch the bag of carrots out of his hand much to his dismay.

"Hey!" He yelps, trying to get the bag back.

"You owe me two bags of carrots now," I snap at him.

"But I only ate half!" Mitch complains.

"I know, but you were pissing me off earlier this week so it's two bags or you give me the copy of my house key you had made!"

We stare at each other in defiance until Mitch sighs.

"Fine! Two bags," he grumbles and pouts at the T.V as I stick my hand into the bag and grab a carrot, munching on it as I put the rest back in the fridge.

"This is why I have to hide the good food upstairs because I have nine man children raiding my house every day," I complain as I look at the messy shelves in my fridge which had been nice and organized when I left for school this morning.

"Yeah, Matts told us where it was. Can you ask your mom to send more of those mint things from Michigan?" Morgan calls from his spot in the living room. I snap the fridge door closed and whirl around to face them all.

"You ate my candy?" I almost yell.

"Not all of it, we left at least half," Mitch calls over his shoulder.

"It was in my closet! How could you have possibly found it?" I cross my arms over my chest as I step into the living room and in front of the T.V.

"There's eight of us, didn't take long," Mitch replies trying to see around me at the T.V.

I open my mouth to retort but the front door opens and in walks Auston laden with takeout bags.

"You told them where I kept my good food?" I round on him and he freezes in his tracks, opening and closing his mouth several times before stammering out a response.

"They saw me eating one when they got here, they made me tell them!" He tries to defend himself.

"You ate some of it too?" I say in disbelief. "I can't believe you would do that to me!"

At this Auston realizes I'm not actually entirely mad and visibly relaxes.

"Now I have to find a whole new spot!" I groan and smack his arm. "And you are not allowed to eat anything else of mine upstairs!"

I hear snickering behind me and Auston's cheeks turn a faint pink. Mitch's face is almost turning purple from trying not to laugh when I turn around and scowl at him.