#30: SEBASTIAN AHO - #20 CAROLINA HURRICANES

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A/N: Hi there, does anyone still read this book? I haven't updated in forever so I wonder if there is anyone out there who still does. But yeah, let's get into this update.

I must repel men, there must be something in me that just makes them disappear after a few months of dating. Every time I think I am moving along in a relationship with a man, boom they up and leave me with the saying, 'it's not you, it's me'. But lately, I can't help but feel that it is actually me who is making them leave and end our relationship.

For gosh sake, I am twenty-one years old and I haven't moved more than 4 months further in any of the relationships I have ever had. All my friends have partners, some already married, some already have kids, and then there is little old me who is single and hugging my pillow at night. It doesn't help that my brothers are settled with families, have wives and kids, and a career that they are happy to have. It makes me jealous to see them like that, but with four brothers I am sure they are happy to see me single and not with a man. Though our age difference is a factor to why all our lives are so different. My oldest brother, Eric, is fifteen years older than me while my youngest brother, Jared, is only eight years older than me. All have more life experiences than me, but when I see my friends who are the same age as me settling down already, I can't help but feel jealous and sad that I don't have that.

So after another failed relationship with someone I thought would last a long time, I made the trip down to Raleigh to be with my other brother, Jordan. It is weird to have all four brothers play professional ice hockey while I haven't done anything exciting in my life. Being a recent college graduate there aren't many exciting opportunities coming my way just yet.

I step out of the arrivals gate to see Jordan looking for me, I instantly make my way towards him. He holds his arms out when he spots me, taking me in them when I come before him. There is only a decade separating Jordan and I, I would say he is my favourite brother but I would never say that to the other three or it would cause arguments that none of us need. I realised when I was younger I could relate to him more than my other brothers, so whenever I was hurt I would seek him out and he would always welcome me with open arms, helping me with whatever I was feeling or experiencing. So when another ex ended the relationship we had, I called asking to come visit and stay a while and he agreed instantly.

"Hey you." Jordan says kissing my head before bringing me out to face him. "You're getting taller, stop growing." He chuckles holding me at arms length. Having four older brothers, all whom are giants, I was always the tiniest and got lost in and amongst my brothers, but recently I took a growth spurt which helped greatly, but I am still nothing compared to those giants.

"I'll always be your little sister no matter how tall I get." I chuckle grabbing my rucksack and swinging it over my shoulders again, ready to get out of the airport and home to Jordan's family.

"That is true." Jordan acknowledges and swings an arm over my shoulder. I lean into it, needing the comfort of a brother after that relationship I just left. It was a horrible one. I really thought it was different this time, everything was different from the get-go but then four months came along and we ended things horribly. A giant argument escalated to the point cops were called by neighbours, he left and that is when I realised I am not cut out for this relationship stuff. Maybe I should just leave it all alone and come to the conclusion I will be that aunt who never marries but is totally fun to be around and has many animals who I can give my love to.

"But you'll always be the teeny-tiny Staal to us." Jordan chuckles, knocking me from my thoughts. I chuckle along with him, I mean he isn't wrong when all four brothers hit that six foot four inches mark without the added inch of their hockey skates!

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