ELYSANDRA'S POV:
Once Justin and I finally made up, I begin stripping myself of his oversized clothes. "In the mood for -" I'm cut off by the sound of Justin's door opening as I'm in the middle of pulling Justin's shirt over my head. I yank it back down to see Christian at the door. Again.
"Sorry," he smiles. "Hey, Justin, we're gonna squeeze in one more practice before tonight's game. You coming, or are you coming?" Christian asks. Justin definitely won't be cumming now, if that's what he's asking. I roll my eyes, disappointed. Justin does the same, then looks at me pleadingly, asking me to understand.
"Go," I relent, smiling softly. "We can do the other thing later, I promise."
"Thanks, babe," he says, kissing me on his way out after grabbing his hockey bag. "Meet me for lunch?" He asks, probably testing to see if I was really okay with being ditched. I nod. He leaves and I sit, thinking. When I was jealous, Justin responded by making me feel like the most important person in the world. All my insecurities melted away. Maybe if I smother him with love, it'll help with his jealousy too.
So his big game is tonight, and if they win he'll want a celebration, and if they lose he'll want consolation. So I should set something up for after his game! I'll make a banner and all kinds of decorations all over the house. I'll make dinner and give him the best sex he's ever had. My fingers are itching to get started. I start with the decorations. I walk to the local party store, grabbing streamers, large letters, balloons, basically anything I can find in the teams colors, black and gold. While I'm out, I stop at the mall to pick something up from Victoria's Secret for tonight. I decide black is appropriate for tonight. I also stop at the supermarket to grab ingredients to make his favorite for dinner, lasagna. I always found it funny how both of our favorite foods are Italian pasta dishes.
Swamped down with bags, I drag myself back to the house. Once there, I start with the decorations. I make the banner with the large letters, hang the streamers from any and everywhere, and almost pass out blowing up the balloons. Once it's finally finished, I stand back and take a look. I read my banner that says, "CONGRATS ON YOUR FIRST GAME, HAWKS!" Its neutral, so whether they win or lose, it still works. Now I just have to make sure that Justin and the boys don't come back before the game, which shouldn't be hard because Justin said they almost never leave the ice on game days.
Next I head into the kitchen to prepare the lasagna. I'm not exactly the best cook, but how hard could it be to follow a recipe? Pretty hard, I guess, since I don't have a recipe. I grab my phone to call Justin's mom; she knows how he likes it best.
"Hi, Ms. Bieber! It's Ely, Justin's -" I start, before she cuts me off.
"Girlfriend! Hi, Ely, how are you, Hun?" She greets, warmly. Justin's mom has always been the sweetest. I am shocked that he's told her about us. Justin never talked about relationships with his mom before. My stomach flips nervously.
"I'm great Ms. B. I don't know if you know this, but Justin's first game is tonight," I begin, before she cuts in again.
"Yes, of course! I'll be there!" She says excitedly, as my stomach drops to the floor. Yes, I've known Justin's mom almost my whole life, but this is my first time seeing her as his girlfriend. The severity of tonight just amped up immensely.
"Oh, I can't wait to see you, again, Ms. B. But the real reason I'm calling is to ask you for your lasagna recipe? I wanna make it for him to celebrate after and I want it to be just right," I ask. She happily gives me the recipe as I rush to jot it down. Damn, this woman can speak at a mile a minute! "Thank you so much," I breathe after she finishes the lengthy recipe.
"You're very welcome," she says, kindly. "Oh and be safe!" I blush deeply, grateful that she can't see me. I agree awkwardly and say goodbye. To distract myself from the fact that his mom knows that we're... intimate, I prepare the lasagna. Once it's finished, I slide it into the fridge. I just have to remember to put it into the oven before I leave for the game. At 3 pm, Justin texts me.
Boyfriend: Lunch in an hour? Panera?
Me: I'd love to, sexy
Boyfriend: oooh (;
I head to my dorm to get read for tonight because I know right after lunch, J's gonna have to go back to the rink and he'll probably want me to come with. Once in my room, I strip naked, shower, put on perfume, and put on the lingerie I bought earlier. I go to my closet to pick an outfit, settling on the hockey jersey Justin gave me and skinny jeans. I head back to the hockey house to put the lasagna in the oven, then head to Panera. I can't wait to see my baby.
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FanfictionJustin and Elysandra have been best friends for as long as they can remember. But their friendship is put to the test as they both start university together. Will the pressure of college tear them apart, or push them closer than they ever thought po...
