priorities // a. matthews

two [II]

Carmen
It's all Shae's fault that I can't get what feels like a single fucking wink of sleep the entire night, due to her newfound obsession with a certain Swedish blonde that I'm already beginning to dislike. I guess princesses ought to stick together right?

Look, I love William Nylander as the hockey player that helps backbone the Leafs forwards. But something needs to change if this late night calling is going to be a long term sort of thing, because I don't know if I can handle it any longer.

No one in my family understands what it feels like to have to stay up rewatching the Bachelor only because I can't understand why the hell Arie would leave Becca for Lauren.

Kyler and I are in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes and watching the NHL highlight reel on TSN from all of last nights games.

"Wait." Kyler stops, looking at me with confusion and setting down the spatula in his hands. "If the leafs played last night, then Shae had William talking to her on the phone after three hours of zipping up and down the ice without passing out, until three in the morning." He scoffs.

"That's honestly fucking crazy. I can hardly have a five minute conversation with her without one of us screaming at the top of our lungs."

"You do have a point." He shrugs.

"I always have a point." I roll my eyes.

If Shae is going to all of a sudden snatch herself a boyfriend, especially an NHLer, I think Kyler and I both are going to give her a hard time about it.

We're just that close that we make fun of practically everything we do, even if she annoys the hell out of me and I do the same to her.

"Matthews is better." Kyler mumbles under his breath, smirking to himself and flipping the unusually large pancake he decided to make for himself.

Matthews, Auston Matthews, the center that keeps on delivering for the Leafs. I act like I don't fucking care about what's going on in the hockey world, and that Shae and William are actually seeming to like one another. But really I'm internally screaming.

"Yeah, he is." I smile to myself.

"Why'd you say that so weird?" He furrows his eyebrows, scrunching his nose up.

"I didn't say anything weird, thank you very much." I say, clasping my hands together and grabbing my knife and fork to dig into my pancakes.

"Denial." Kyler swats my shoulder.

"You can shut up now. I don't think you'd want me spilling the beans to Mom that you 'accidentally' broke your new stick." I threaten.

I don't want to talk about my liking towards this guy anymore, it's embarrassing when talking to my sixteen year old brother about it.

He shuts up, chuckling quietly and shoving a piece of pancake into his mouth, turning to the tv and watching the highlights like nothing had even happened.

Good, that little toad can go back to his boring ass life now and I don't have to worry about trying to convince myself that I'm not lonely and having a midlife crisis.

Yes, I may be lonely, and yes it would be nice to have a boyfriend, but it's kind of exhausting to keep on wasting my time with dirtbags that are of no use to me when we finally go out on a date.