Tell Me You Love Me Tonight (book two of YMT)

Chapter 3

The game was played two days later, Pat had gotten me tickets to it. I hadn't been to the Garden in ages since I was a kid. He wasn't allowed to bring me down to the locker room but he texted me before the game.

~Hey Lanibanny~

~Hey Pat. Hows pregame?~

~Quiet. No one is talking~

~Im sorry~

~Gtg Qs speech now~

The game was a rough one, Thornton scored five minutes into the game. Three penalties and one scrum later Sharp scored, Pat jumped into his arms screaming as the crowd booed.

During the third period Krug scored. They fell apart, took two penalties and then Jonny got into a fight with Jahonsson. (hes an OMC) They were talking as they shared blows. Jahonsson got a good punch to Jonny's eyebrow which started to drip into his eye. The refs separated them and Jonny got taken to the locker room to get stitched up. He didn't come back in and the Hawks lost 2-1.

Everyone went out to get drunk at some old bar on the outskirts of Boston. As usual Jonny went straight to the bar and started ordering drinks, Sharpy got drinks for the table that I was at including the rest of the team.

A few hours later I had only had one drink and Pat had been taken home by Sharpy. A few guys were stilling dancing or hooking up in the bathrooms etc. Jonny was getting incredibly drunk, resting his head onto the bar. None of the remaining teammates came up to him, offering a ride. So I approached him, cautiously.

He barely lifted his head to meet my eyes, "Lani?" He choked.

"Hey Jonny. Lets get you home okay?" I asked looking around for teammates. None were around.

"I-I," He sighed, "Okay." I slowly hauled him up thinking about when he did this for me. He leaned on me heavily and we made it to the curb where I called a cab. Pat had told me the hotel they were staying at.

I hauled him up to the Hawks floor and was about to dip my hand into his back pocket for his wallet when he grabbed my wrist, "Don't touch me." He hissed.

He got his wallet out, but his hands were shaking. I took his wallet out of his hands not calling him out on his hands shaking, that wasn't from the alcohol. His key was sitting inside along with his room number, 865. I brought him down the long hall to his room and got the door open with one hand. Two beds but no roommate around, sensing my question he mumbled, "No roommate."

I manhandled him onto the bed where he fell face first. I pulled off his shoes and climbed onto the bed and pulled his jacket off, his shoulders moving back so it slid off easily. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as I brushed his shoulders. Knowing that he would have Advil in his bag I climbed off the bed and wet to the bathroom. The bottle was sitting on the rim of the sink almost empty I grabbed two pills and a bottle of water from the small fridge.

When I went back into the dark room he seemed like he was passed out, seeing my fair share of drunk passed out people he looked out of it. I gently set the bottle and pills on the bedside table and turned to leave, but he had snagged my wrist. I turned around and his eyes were open looking at me, almost vulnerable, "Hi Jonny," I whispered.

"Hey," He was still holding my wrist, "Lani....stay," His grip tightened the slightest bit.

My mind raced, but he looked just as sad as Pat. I remembered the note he left me, the fight in the shop, what he's said to me, what Pat's told me about the drinking and fighting. His inner demons were consuming him, I knew what it was like and I knew how much a helping hand did. So I sunk down on the floor next to his head and leaned against his bed, "Thank you," He whispered. His hand still on my wrist. A few minutes passed and he still hadn't passed out I could feel his eyes in me. I looked up at him, "I should go soon, I have to work tomorrow..."

"I knowbut," He slurred, "I can't sleep without you."

"Jonny, I haven't slept next to you in months."

He grumbled, "I know but you were in the same fuckingstateasmeandthatgavemefalsehope," He closed his eyes and sighed.

~30 minutes later~

Jonny had been quietly breathing or sleeping and not moving for thirty minutes. So I slipped my wrist out of his hands, but he stirred. I tiptoed close to the door. Thats when I heard him speak in his sleep, "I love you."

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. Sorry i feel bad (ish) thank you for sticking with me while they both get their heads out of their asses. SHOUT OUT TO BUFFALOSABRESHOCKEY FOR HER FUCKING AMAZING STORY WITH SEGUIN. READ IT. ITS CALLED SEGS IN THE CITY. NOW GO READ IT.

anyway like usual the first comment gets a dedication!!