We Can See STARS

Future Chapter 11: Decision Time

Benn's view

"Woah Benn, take it easy, we're only practicing here. We don't want to hurt Bish before the game tomorrow." Rads shouts out.

"What?... oh yeah sorry bro, didn't mean to shoot the puck so hard."

"It's alright!" Bishop yells out from the net shaking his gloved hand from the sting the puck left as it landed inside the webbing.

"You thinking about competing in the hardest shot contest at the All Star game Chubbs? Cuz I'm not so sure that's a good idea, your slap shot wasn't even that good in your prime ." Seguin chirps Benn.

"Shut up Segs." Benn gives him a death glare.

"I was only joking eh! Someone's in a mood." Seguin says as he skates back towards the blue line awaiting his turn to practice his shot .

Ten minutes later, Coach calls the boys back to center ice to go over the schedule and game plan for tomorrow's game. He then dismisses the boys to the locker room to shower and head home. As the boys clear out, Benn heads to the bench to gather up his gear.

"Hey Cap, can we talk for a sec?"

Benn lifts up his head and sees JO standing next to him.

"Sure Rig what's up?"

"I can ask the same thing to you, Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm alright. Why do you ask?"

"Umm I don't know, maybe because you literally almost ripped Bish's hand off with those slap shots during our shooting practice or how you body checked Klinger pretty hard into the boards during our 5 on 5 drill as if he were a St. Louis player ...Everything okay?"

"I'm fine Rig, don't worry about it.

JO gives Benn a look of not buying his crap about him being okay.

"I know I don't talk much and keep to myself mostly, And maybe I have D to blame for this, but I'm not gonna let you just sit there and sulk, we're gonna get down to the bottom of this whether you want to or not. Because I know you're hurting more than you let on. Why don't we go grab some beers?"

"You're just gonna keep bothering me if I say no huh?"

"Yup."

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Ana's View:

Hey, just finished up practice. Will be home a bit later. ❤️ -Chubbs

That's all the text said. You didn't know whether you were happy or sad that he wasn't going to be coming home soon. Happy, that it gave you more time to think about how to deal with the crossroad you both were facing, and sad at the fact that you had to pass more time being alone and upset that things were rocky between you two. You open your messages and start typing:

Alright, be safe. See you soon gummibarchen! 😘

No, that doesn't sound right. You untype the last part

Alright, be safe. ❤️

You press send.  

You try to keep busy to keep your mind off of Benn and this whole situation. You start cleaning the kitchen area, the living area and start reorganizing the big collection of vinyl records into alphabetical order by artist. You would always get mad at Benn for taking one out and then putting it back wherever he found was easiest. You also knew he would just move them around randomly just to rile you up, he's never confessed to it but you know he does it. Ugh he can be so immature! And now he wants to have a child? He is a child ! You'd get mad so he'd pick a record and start playing it, grab you by the waist holding you tight and you'd start dancing to one of your favorite songs. Inevitably your anger would subside and the two of you would keep swaying to the music, giggling, singing along to the songs and enjoying the moment. Damn it! I'm trying to not think of him. I might need to get out of our place for a bit. The feeling of sadness starts to overwhelm you once more. You pick up your phone and call D.