" i was so blinded by you
the way that you love me
and all it takes from me "
Jo Wyatt comes from a family of dedicated hockey fans living in Plymouth, Michigan, home of the National Team...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
__
⟶ 12:00 PM
"ANYONE WHO'S GOING TO THE MALL better be in a car in five minutes or we're leaving without you!" My voice echoes through the house enough that I know all the guys heard me, and not even ten seconds later the quintet arrives at the front door with Erin, Kate, and I.
"Waiting on you guys, if it was up to us we would have left twenty minutes ago..." Jack says, tapping his Apple Watch.
"No need to get feisty, beauty takes time. One of these days you boys will learn," I reply.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't group us in with Jack's impatient ass, we were peacefully waiting in the kitchen for you," Alex gestures to the kitchen behind them, and I notice the bag of chips open on the counter that they didn't bother to hide.
"Angel's that eat all the food out of our pantry," Liam says.
Kate's eyes go wide, "We ate less than an hour ago!"
"Kate, we need to bulk up for hockey season. Our bodies demand sustenance!" Trevor chants, flexing his muscles as he does.
After everyone's exited the house, I lock the front door and walk to the driveway where all the cars are parked. I'm glad we get to spend the day together, whatever that might entail. All I can imagine the boys doing is following us from store to store while we pick out clothes and swimsuits, none of which are going to be fun for them. But, they're the ones that wanted to come in the first place.
"Who's driving?" Erin asks.
"My truck's blocking everyone in so I can drive some people," Jack offers.
Liam holds his keys up to show he plans on driving, too. "I can take three in my car," he says, so Trevor, Cole, and I end up getting in with him while Kate, Erin, and Alex ride with Jack. Fortunately for me, I grab Liam's aux cord before he or the other two can steal it and turn on one of my summer playlists.
It's not long until Trevor strikes up a conversation, except I have absolutely no idea where he seems to be going with it. "So, Jo Wyatt, correct?" he relaxes into the comfortable seats of the car as he asks the question.
I give him a funny look, "That's me... how long have I known you and you're just now catching on?"
"One excruciating week, I know," he fakes exhaustion, "Is it just Jo, or is it like Josephine or Johanna or something?"
It's about time someone asked what my full name was, whenever I meet someone that's usually one of the first questions that ask. Except I don't usually tell people my full name, to anyone who asks I'm just Jo Wyatt. The nickname found me back in Missouri when I was a kid because back then my full name was hard for other kids to pronounce, and in my mind the way they butchered it made it sound like a boys name, so I started telling people to call me Jo. From then on it just stuck, no one asked if there was more to it or if I wanted to go by something else, I just became known as Jo Wyatt. I don't know why, but when we left Missouri it felt like my name belonged there in a sense, so bringing it with me to my new house, new school, new friends- new became a theme for the first few months of living in Michigan. And Jo was new. Jo lives in Michigan. Jo cooks. Jo listens to new music. Jo has new friends. So when anyone asks, I'm Jo Wyatt.
