Corey
This was the second time that I had woken up with Chevelle in my arms,on the couch. And while it was something I could grow accustomed to, it wasn't something that was easy for me.
I gently lifted her up, and put her in her bed, tucking her in and leaving a note saying that I had to go get some stuff for myself and that I would be back soon. I signed it "love your crazy sweet Canadian goaltender" and then I was on my merry way.
Chevelle
*a few hours later*
I was awoken by the sound of a crash, which seemed to be coming from across the hall. I thought nothing of it of course. That's my neighbors problem. Not mine. That however didn't mean that I wasn't curious, so, I went to the closet and put on my favorite sweater of Corey's, and headed towards the room across the hall..... or I started to anyways. My phone decided to ring just as I opened my door.
"Hey Chelsea! Long time no see, eh?" I heard the shrill voice of my best friend, Maisey, as I answered the phone.
"Yeah," I chuckled, "that party with the Blackhawks a few months ago was the last time I saw you I think. How have you been?"
I heard her put the phone down and playfully yell at someone. "Andrew stop!" Before she answered me. "I've been really good..... Andrew asked me out a couple weeks ago... what about you and your puppy faced Canadian goaltender?"
I sighed. I'd never told her about me and Jon, but I thought that maybe I should. Maybe she'd have some advice. Maybe even Mut would have something to offer.
"Chelsea are you okay?" I heard, breaking my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine... I was just thinking abuout something. Something I need to talk to the two of you about. I need advice, help, anything." I sighed. I sounded desperate and I knew it.
Maiseys voice became shrill and immediately I felt sorry for Drew. "Chelsea! Are you pregnant?!"
I rolled my eyes, knowing that Mais couldn't see me.
"No Maisey, I'm not pregnant. I just..." My voice dropped really low, saddened, as I launched into the story of how Jon had slapped me across the face a few years ago, and how Kane had called me a puck bunny and everything in between. That was something I loved about Maisey. She was always there for me when I needed her. Her voice became stern with Drew, telling him to stop again, and I'm assuming that he did, as she began to speak. "Oh my gosh Chevelle, I'm so sorry. I do think that you need to talk to him. He needs to know that it's okay to be upset, but that being as upset as he is isn't exactly ideal... especially with his career as a hockey player, as a captain of a team in a National team. Apologize to him for not asking him if it was okay that you date you date Crow. Suggest that you guys just be friends. I dunno, Chels. I dunno what I'd do in this situation, really I don't... have you asked Corey what he thinks you should do? He is, after all, around Tazer almost all the time. I dunno. Just trying to give you some ideas here." She advised me. I didn't respond for a minute, just allowing her words to sink in.
"Maisey, Corey can't talk to him. Jon hates Corey with a burning firey passion right now. Honestly I don't know how the hell they stand to be around each other on the ice." I sighed, hearing Maisey drop her phone to her lap and say goodbye to Andrew.
"You're going to have to talk to him eventually, Chevelle. He's clearly still heart broken over you." She said.
I really wish I knew how to do this.
