I Will Win Her Over;;Jon;;13

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"Friends with potential? Jonny you took a line from a movie!"

Patrick Sharp yelled at me in the locker room the next day as we had one of our last practices before we headed out to Zurich. I knew for a fact I was an idiot but I won her over with friendship. It was a start to a relationship.

It was a good start.

"Yes, I know I am an idiot," I reply.

"Well...you won her friendship over," He replies, as we gear up for morning skate.

Zurich is coming closer than I think it is. We leave at the end of the month, which is in two weeks. That gave me plenty of time to win Ella over with more than friendship. I lace up my skates and walk out onto the ice while grabbing my stick.

I shoot around at the net, missing half my shots. We then condition and scrimage a bit. I stay on the ice, practicing my shooting but I keep missing the puck. I keep going at it, but I really don't know what my problem is today.

"It's not that you suck, you think to much."

I turn around to find Ella standing by boards on the otherside of the ice. She was standing there, wearing swets and her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. I had to admit, she looked adorable standing there. I skate over to her and splash her face with ice. She backs her face up and spits whatever got into her mouth out. I begin to laugh. "Was the nessescary?" She asks as I laugh even more.

"What were you even doing here?"

"I work out over there, I saw that you were having some problems shooting the puck."

"I'm having an off day missy."

"Don't talk to me with that sass."

"Meet me outside."

"Can't, I have to go shower and get to class."

"Well...can we hang out as friends tonight?"

"No. I'm going to dinner with my dad and brother."

"Fair deal."

"You know, maybe you're not so bad Jon."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

She bites her lip as I shake my head. She's thinking of something clever to say as she finally brings her eyes to mine. God she was so pretty, it was contagious. "Nothing, I think we're making progress in our friendship. By the way, think about your aim before taking a shot."

I watch her walk away and out the door. I then take a quick shower and throw a shirt on. Out of all the things she could've said she tells me I'm probably not so bad? Oh, and to top that off, our friendship is a work in progress.

"She wants you."

I turn to see Nik walking out of the bathroom and heading toward his locker. I shake my head. How did he even know what was going on? "How much did you hear?" I ask him as he laughs. I zip my skate back up and lift it out of the locker.

"Enough. Face it, you got to go after her, because if you don't she'll take someone else."

"Let me guess, you took that advice when going after a greek whos parents don't know she has a boyfriend who isn't greek?"

"Just take my advice alright? It'll help you."

I leave the locker room and get in my car. I had to win this girl over somehow, I didn't even care how long it took me, I knew I had to do it. I then began to worry about Nik, who was in hot water because if Christinas parents only knew, he'd be out of the picture like that.

I then worry about my own being. Clearly, Bridgid was attempting to sabatoge my friendship with Ella but how did she even know that I was friends with her? I felt like a teenager trying to figure out the answers to everything. I put the keys in the ignition. It was war now, and I was completely ready.

I then think about why she's this stubburn to accepting the fact that I'm heels over head for her?Did she even know I was feeling this way for her? I then ask myself what it is about her that I even like? I think about it...

It's her personality.

That is all.

The Question of the Centrury;;Ella;;12

It's Tuesday now and my dad and I are at Panera getting a bite to eat. He orders a veggie sandwhich, I order the Thai Chicken salad. We're sitting at a table drinking iced tea and talking over our lunch about school and such. He tells me that his and Jays relationship is going pretty good and Alfonso acctually is fond of him because he is a Cubs fan. I smile, only because I'm surprised that my dad found someone who is the same sex as him and is a baseball fan, let alone a fan of the loveable losers of Chicago.

"Were taking Alfonso to the game next weekend. It's one of the last home games before playoffs. Can't you believe the Cubs made the playoffs!?" He asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"What day is it?"

"Saturday."

"Dad you always get the games on the days I work my ass off."

"Oh honey! Tell you what, we'll go to a hockey game!"

I didn't want to hear the word hockey at the moment.

"Sounds good."

"How's your love life?"

Did he seriously have to ask me that? I roll my eyes and put my fork down. He proceeds to begin laughing. "I talked to you're mom, she said you reconnected with that boy from the fourth grade who's on the blackhawks now."

"Mom told you!?"

"What you're mom and I are friends."

"Dad, we didn't reconnect, I still hate him."

"She also told me he saved you're life yesterday. What a nice man."

"Not really."

"Oh Ella, don't hold a grudge."

"Funny, you're neice said the same thing before she left for school last night."

My dad begins to laugh as I pick my fork up again. I notice he died his hair to hide away the grays from popping out. Oh my dad is aging for a 43 year old. He clears his thoart. "Is she dating anyone just by chance?" He asks me. I cover for her.

"Not that I know of, she doesn't have time for boys."

"I think you need to find a boyfriend. Jon seems to be interested in you. Plus, he is quite the looker."

"Dad, you're nuts. I want nothing to do with that kid."

"Maybe you should give him a chance."

"I'll consider."

"Well...I have to pick Alfonso up. I'm gonna take him to the driving range, he said he needs to practice his swing."

"Thanks for lunch," I say with a smile.

"No problem. Hey, I'm taking Alfonso to dinner Weds night. You better be there."

"Family dinner sounds nice. Where is this taking place?"

"Giordanos, I figure we could all use some pizza."

"Fair deal."

I leave and head back to my appartment to find Brent, Kane, and Jon all standing there with Stephanie and Christina. The one time I need to do my homework they are there. Maybe my dad was right but I didn't feel like being nice today, but since he did save my ass yesterday, I figured it was the least I could do. "Uhm...hi," I say, dropping my stuff on the kitchen table.

"Look who decided to join the party!" Brent smiles.

"Uhm, I have homework."

"Awe what a good student...I'm surprised you even went to class today!" Stephanie joked.

"Oh you're soooo funny," I smile, grabbing a water bottle.

I catch Jon stairing at me. For some odd reason, I'm stairing back at him, like I'm entranced in him or under a spell, which I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Didn't I just tell my father that I hated him with a firey passion. I excuse myself and go outside on the deck. I'm looking at Michigan Avenue now, the shops and buildings, water tower place, everything is just so beautiful. I hear the door open and close but I don't bother seeing who's footsteps they are.

"Beautiful, eh?"

"Yes," I reply.

Jon is standing next to me now. I don't look at him, but I'm starting to realize that there is something about him that is just intriguing, like he's so mysterious in a way. "You should see it at night, when the moon over looks the river, it's the best."

"Why did you come to Chicago?" I ask him.

"I wanted to get away from Canada," he replies. "I wanted to come back home."

"This isn't you're home, you lived here for nine months."

"I consider it home."

"Why else did you come?"

"I wanted to see if you were still around. Took me a few years to track you down."

"Oh goodie, you came here because of me."

"Why can't we be friends?"

"We're friends aren't we? We're sitting out here talking. Isn't that what friends do?"

"We're not friends."

"Okay thank what the fuck are we then if you think we're not friends?" I ask him.

Jon grabs the railings of the deck and exhales air. I watch as you can see his breath disslove in the cool fall air. He's thinking of a whitty comment now as he looks over the city. He doesn't even look at me as he says these words.

"We're not friends...we're friends with potential."

"Okay, that means we're friends then."

"No it means we have the chance to be friends."

"And everyone thinks I'm going nuts..."

"Don't get all smart ass with me now," he tells me.

"Maybe if you apologized in the fourth grade we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Forget about what happened in the fourth grade. Let it go, the past is the past. Look at what's happening now, there is a reason why you and I are standing on your deck together."

"Oh you think we're going to end up together? That is such a good joke Jon."

"Why don't you just let someone talk?"

"Why don't you give me a good fucken reason why you should be part of my life, huh? Tell me Jon, why should you be a part of my fucken life?"

"Because maybe someone acctually cares about you Ell! Open up you're eyes Ella, someone wants to be you're friend because they care about you!"

Those words hit me like a knife stabbing me in the chest. He shakes his head and turns around to walk away. I turn to watch as he stops and puts his hands in his pockets. He doesn't turn around. "I'm not asking for much Ella, I just want to be friends, is that alright?" He asks me as he turns around. "Is that alright if we're friends?"

"I don't want a relationship alright? We can be friends, but that's it."

"Last time I checked I wasn't asking you to marry me."

"I'm just throwing it out there."

"So we're friends?"

"I suppose."

enjoy :)

Pull Down The Moon;;Jon;;11

We're at Starbucks right now escaping the rain. I'm watching her nibble at a scone as I drink coffee. Niether one of us is talking. She looks pissed due to the fact her car is busted. She clears her thoart. "Thank you."

"I told you I'd save your ass one of these days."

"I still hate you by the way."

Of course you still hate me Ella.

"No you don't," I smirk at her.

God why was she so fricken adorable!? She takes a tiny bite of her scone and then a drink of water. She rolls her eyes as she pulls her dark brown hair into her headband. She clears her thoart again. "How'd you know to come to the garage?" She asks.

"I was parked there then saw the creep follow you. I'm surprised you didn't scream."

"I was in a state of shock."

"How've you been other than almost being raped and stuff."

"I've been alright. I go to Columbia downtown. I'm a fashion major."

"Still going with what you said in fourth grade, eh?"

"I guess so."

September 1999

I remember it was my first day of fourth grade. I was the new boy in town and it was the first day of school. I walk in not talking to anyone but everyone i seated in their desks. I walked into class late. Our teacher looks over and smiles at us. "You must be Jonny?"

"Yes," I say in my squeaky little voice.

"Welcome to St. Norberts. Everyone this is Jonny, he just moved here from Canada. Sit next to Jack. Jack sweetie raise your hand."

I take my seat next to Jack as everyone goes around the classroom and tells the class something about themseleves. It finally comes to my turn. I stand up and talk in my squeaky little voice. "My name is Jonny Toews. I just moved here from Canada. And when I grow up, I want to be a professional hockey player."

"Very nice. Pick someone to go next."

I look around the classroom and spot a girl. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. Her skin was an olive color and she had the smile of a runway model. I remember only being nine and thinking to myself, Wow, you're pretty. "You, what's your name?"

"Ella," she says in a low tone voice.

"You're turn."

I sit down as she stands up. She looked shy but sitting next to her were two other girls. One kind of looked like her but more Greek looking, the other had the same color hair as her. "My name is Antonella, my cousin is Christina. When I'm older I want to be a fashion designer."

That was the day I decided I was in love with Antonella Gianni.

Too bad I ruined her life three months later.

"You still remember that?" she asks as I tell her the story.

"Sure do," I laugh and for the first time, I catch her smiling at me.

A true geniune smile.

The smile fades quickly though as she finishes the scone. I'm pretty sure she hates my guts with a burning passion, but I was still inlove with her. She was still pretty, but much older looking since the last time I saw her eleven years ago. "I thought you were pretty," I tell her.

"Really?"

"I still think you are."

"How many girls do you tell that two?"

"None."

"I'm sure."

"I'm serious."

"Are we having an actual conversation without us arguing?"

"I believe so. I like it."

"I find it not so normal."

"Maybe you're not so normal."

"You're one to talk."

Did she just tell me I'm not normal? I catch her laughing at bit as she's attempting to take a sip of water. I clear my thoart. "How's working with my exgirlfriend?" I asks. The look on her face changes quickly. I don't think I should've asked her that.

"Why'd you cheat on her?"

"I never did. She cheated on me."

"Say what?"

"Yeah. She cheated on me and then it was a nasty break up. She wrote me an apology on a paper napkin."

"Classy."

"I know."

"I should go."

"I'll give you a ride."

We're in my truck now. She's looking through my i-pod that's plugged into my radio. She put's on Pull Down the Moon by Archie Star. She turns to look at me as I get on the expressway. "I love this song."

"Archie Star is pretty good, talented young kids."

"Their our age."

"I know, there talented for their age."

"Pull down the moon," she starts to sing. I join in with her.

"And bring me back to any night with you," I sing as I pay attention to the road.

"Turn all the lights off in the room," she sings as I smile.

She has a good voice. Not the best, but good. A smile goes to my face as she continues the song. "And you used to treat me bad," I sing along. The song ends and were at her apartment. "Thanks again," she says as she opens the door. I grab her arm as she looks at me. Her brown eyes are looking into mine. "What?"

"Do you still hate me?"

The silence is killing me now. She bites her lip and looks out the window. I just want an answer. A yes or a no would be nice right about now. She finally turns and looks at me as I see her smile form again. Finally, she answers.

"Yes Jonny, I still hate you."

goodnight

Look Who's Trying to Redeem Themselves;;Ella;;10

I'm at work right now. Luckily, Bridgid isn't here. It makes me a little bit of both happy and sad. I wanted to be a bitch to her yet in a nice way but at the same time I was glad I didn't have to deal with her today. Stephanie comes over to the cash register. It's sunday, it's not to busy today because everyone is down town shopping or trying to soak up the sun the last weekend of summer. "The bitch isn't here," she smiles.

"Thank you Jesus."

"I can't believe you didn't tell us you, Ally, Christina, and Jon went to school together!"

"I didn't think it was that important."

"Speak of the devil, look who's trying to redeem himself."

I'm getting ready to clock out since Stephanie and I are on different shifts today as I see Jonny appoarching the cash register. I roll my eyes as Stephanie goes to the dressing room. I'm clocking out. "What do you want?" I ask without taking my eyes off the computer.

"To apologize."

"Proove why I should be your friend?"

"One of these days Ella, I'm gonna save you're ass."

"Goodbye Jon," I grab my purse and walk to the car.

I walk to my car which is parked in a garage. I feel the pressence of some one behind me. I turn but no ones there. I keep walking but still feel that pressence. I turn and find I'm being followed. I walk faster as I grab my keys. I turn and stop dead in my tracks. Either A: I'm going to get raped and killed or B: either one of those options will happen now. I begin to walk backward as the figure grabs me and pushes me. I fall on my ass. I spot a razor on him.

Oh shit is all I'm thinking but my thoughts are taken away as I watch someone jump the man. The razor goes flying as punches are being thrown. The figure leaves. It's raining now and some of the rain comes in the garage. The man turns around and looks at me, while inhaling and exhaling. I'm in complete shock.

It's Jonathan.

"Are you okay?" He shouts as I get up. I don't say anything. I'm in shock. He redeemed himself. "Ella, are you okay!?" He shouts again.

I run up to him and collapse into his arms. He's a alittle shocked at first but after a second he wraps himself into a hug. I look at him as his faux hawk is in the midst of getting destroyed and the rain thats coming in the garage is hitting his face. "Thank you...but I still hate you," I snicker.

"I can fix that. Come one, we'll go get coffee."

I get in my car and follow him out of the garage. The rain is falling harder and suddently my car shuts down. I hit the steering wheel. This is not my day. First I almost die now my car is dead. Jonny pulls infront of me and walks over to my window. "Do you have anything to jump your car?"

"My car is dunzo dude."

"I'll jump the car, pop the hood."

At this point, I was starting to be fond of this kid I hated over the past few days/eleven years. I get out of the car and find jumper cables in my car. I throw them at Jonny as he tries to jump my car. It's not working. After three attempts, he gives up. He walks over to me and laughs. "Call AAA. You're care is fucken dunzo Ella."

It was that moment when I thought "superman" over here was bloody attractive.

enjoy! goodnight

An Apology Made 11 Years Later;;Jon;;9

"Okay, why do you hate me so much?"

I asked her as she set the pop on the counter. Her eyes widened up as she tilted her head to the side. She could seriously do without all the make up she caked on. Her hair was pulled back by a headband and she was wearing a black tank top, straightleg jeans and a pair of black heels. I had to admit, despite the caked on make up, she looked really pretty.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You act like you've known me for years."

"Because I have known you for years."

"What are...no wonder."

"Yeah, don't think I don't remember because I do."

December 1999

Jon and Ella are in fourth grade

Chicago, Illinois

I remember I was nine years old. My family moved to Chicago for a year after hearing that hockey was big in the Chicago suburbs. I was placed in a chatolic elementry school in a suburb not too far from the city.

I remember Ella and Ally, but Ella more perfectly. I remember she had glasses and long, brown hair. I remember she was a loud Italian and her cousin was greek. The three of them were all in my fourth grade class at St. Norbert grade school. Our teacher was Mrs. Shoeman.

I remember our desks were set up as tables. I remember standing by the lockers in my class room. I was standing next to a boy named Jack Larson. We were talking about how cool it would be to play a joke on the "triple threat", which is what we called Christina, Ella, and Ally back in the day. "Jonny, you're going to sit here. Ella, sit across from him."

Ella and I never really talked much. She was always with Ally. She told Jack to sit next to me and for Ally to sit across from him. Ella raised her hand. "Why can't Christina sit with us?" She asked.

"Does she have to be with you every five waking minutes?" I asked.

"Was I asking you?" She snapped at me.

"Well, why don't you two just get married? Oh wait, because god forbid you don't have Ally there too!"

"You don't have to be so mean," she said.

"Well..you two always have to be with eachother. What are you guys, in love with each other? I bet you all made out with each other!"

I remember making her cry that day and being sent to the principals office. I remember getting in big trouble and people hating me for a week. I remember after Christmas I was told we're going back to Manitoba in the spring. It was the best day of my life.

Seeing her now, she had every right to hate me. I implied that she was a lesbian and seeing her think about it now, I could see it killed her. "You have every right to hate me," I sigh. She rolls her eyes and grabs her pop can. She tries to walk away but I grab her hand. "Ella wait," I say to her.

"Get your hand off me Jon."

"I'm sorry for what I said eleven years ago."

"That's nice, but don't apologize now."

"Ella really, you have every right to hate me."

"How could you say such a thing at nine years old?"

"I'm a guy, what do you expect?"

She tries to walk away but I hold her hand tighter. She's trying to shake it off but my grip is stronger than hers. She gives up and I let go. I watch her put the coke can down, fold her arms across her chest and lean up against the counter. "Do they know?" I ask. Her phone goes off as she reads a text message. She puts the phone on the counter and goes back to the posistion she was in before. "They do now," she snaps.

"Look, I'm sorry, believe me, I've wanted to say that for so long."

"Clearly, you didn't because if you did, you would've said that when you were nine."

"Antonella Natalia Gianni! Shut up and listen for five minutes!"

I'm shocked to even remember her full name. She glares at me. She knows I'm right, but in a way, she's right too. I should've apologized when I was nine. "God, you're still the same, obnoxious, stubburn nine year old that doesn't let any one talk."

"Oh now this conversation is over," she says, grabbing the pop can and heading for the door.

"Just keep walking away Ella, keep walking. You're running away from problems like you did when you were nine."

She turns and glares at me. She slams the pop can on the counter and walks up to me. She slaps me really hard across the face. I guess I deserved that. Scratch that, I did deserve that. "Clearly, you still don't know how the hell to think before opening you're god damn mouth," she snaps. I bring my hand to the side of my face.

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"How've you been?" I ask her.

"Now is not the time to switch subjects."

"Ella, can't we just let go of this grudge? I'm sorry."

"You called me a lesbian. Eleven years later my dad came out of the colset!"

This hits me like a bomb. I remember meeting her dad once or twice. He didn't seem that gay or flamboyant. Now I feel like an asshole. "I feel stupid now. I'm so sorry," I tell her. She nods her head. Her back is facing me now as she leans up on the counter. No ones talking now. "I work with your exgirlfriend."

"So I heard."

"You know, you're a dirty asshole for cheating on her."

"Believe what you want, I didn't cheat on her."

The sliding door opens. It's Stephanie. She smiles and waves then turns her attention to Ella. "Hey Ella, we got to be at work early tomorrow. We're going to head out," she says. I watch Ella nod as Stephanie leaves. She turns around and looks at me. "Don't talk to me Jon," she sneers at me.

"Those words won't stop me."

"Really, don't talk to me unless you can prove your twenty one years old and not a nine year old."

I watch her leave as Nik walks in. I noticed Ella left the pop can on the counter. I grab my car keys. "How'd that talk go? And why were you such an idiot when you were a nine year old?" He asks. I don't respond. I walk past the pop can and drive home asking myself the same thing.

Why the hell am I a dumbass?

Quit Your Bitching, You're Going;;Ella;;8

We're at Benihanna in Wheeling. Ally, Stephanie and Christina. We're sitting at a table with an older couple and their daughter. We take drink orders as the waitress progresses to the other couple. I start the conversation of the night. "Guess who the flying hell works with Stephanie and I!"

"Subban?"

"Good joke Christina," Stephanie smiles.

"I try."

"Bridgid."

"As in Jonnys exgirlfriend?" Ally says after spitting out her water. I nodd my head. "Well...what did she have to say?"

"Well..she recognized me from last night. Apparently her and Jonny broke up and she tried to win him back but it backfired."

"Why'd the break up?" Christina asked.

"Apparently he's a cheater," Stephanie replied while looking at the menu.

The look on Ally's face changed. Christina looks up from the menu as the waitress comes back with our drinks. She asks if we're ready to order. I settle on the Golden Shrimp/Salmon combonation, while Ally and Stephanie settle on the Chicken/Steak Combonation, and Christina ordering Golden Shrimp/Chicken combonation. "Wait... that's a lie...a big lie," Ally smirked.

I knew it.

"I was there when the brawl went down. She cheated on him and she wrote him this apology on a napkin and he got pissed. Oh you missed out," Ally smirked.

I looked at Stephanie as she cracks her knuckles. Our soup came I felt my phone vibrate. It was a facebook mobile alert. I open it up and my jaw drops. "What the flying hell!" I shout as the three look at me. "Well..." Christina says. "Read it."

Jonathan Toews has requested to be your friend.

"Someone is attracted to you like a virus," Stephanie joked.

"Speaking of him...Brents having a bonfire and we were invited. You wanna go after this?" Christina asked as our salads came.

"Whos going?" Ally asked.

"Brent, Nik, Kanner, and Jon."

"Do I have to attend this?"

"Oh quit your bitching Ella, you're going."

Our chef came and started cooking at the table. I began picking at my veggies as Ally cleared her thoart. "You know...I've decided that the next time I come in contact with this "Bridgid" bitch, I'm gonna punch her. I don't care I'm drunk or sober, my first will break her nose."

The sad thing is, Ally is not even kidding.

We finish eating and get in the car. We're on I-294 heading for I--90 East. I wasn't looking forward to this whats so ever. All though knowing that Bridgid was a fucken liar made me want to just piss her off like no other. The girls are blasting The Curse of Curves by Cute is What We Aim For through the speakers and we start singing really loud as the windows are rolled down. The song changes to MGMT's Electric Feel and we have a dance session as we soar down down I-90.

We finally exit off the expressway and make our way for Brent's house over by Wrigley Field. I take my seatbelt off and stick my headout of the sunroof as we stop at a light off Addison and Ashland Ave. Ally joins me as we belt out the words. "I said oh girl! Shock me like an electric feel!" We yell as we start moving our hands and head back and four like total dumbasses. I laugh at the fact that I lead such an excellent life at times.

We spot a cop and get back in our seats and buckle up. We turn on Brents street and get out of the car. We walk into the back yard and find the four boys sitting around a fire. I sigh and take a seat next to Kane. "Are you acctually going to leave this time?" He asks.

"Are you going to get in a drunken brawl again? Yes I know about that," I laugh.

I catch Jons eyes on me. I stare back at them. Over a fire, this is the first time I notice that he has pretty eyes. Shit this wasn't good at all. I slip my flip flops off and plug my i-Pod into the i-Home dock. Ke$ha's Take it Off was blaring from the speaker. I watch Kane and Seabs get up and have a fist pump compition. I look at Stephanie and Ally as we look lost.

"I got my drunk text on, I'll regret it in the mornin'," Brent belted while pumping his fist.

"I'm going to get a drink from the fridge!" I yell over the music.

"There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around!" Kane yelled as I was walking away.

"It's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free for all!" Brent yelled.

"YOUR A DIRTY FREE FOR ALL!" Nik yelled as I closed the kitchen sliding door.

I open the fridge and spot a Pepsi Cherry Vanilla. I smile to myself as I grab the can and close the door. I turn around and run into someone. "I'm so--" I look up and roll my eyes. "You," I sneer.

"Let's talk, eh?" Jon says.

does she have to come;;Jon;;7

I'm at Chilis with Brent, Nik, and Patrick. We had just left a practice and were all hungry like no other. It was a hard practice, considering all we did was condition and then scrimage for the last fifthteen minutes. I'm flipping through the menu. A big mouth burger and a chips with queso sound good. Nik must've read my mind as we called the waitress over. "Can we get some chips with queso dip?"

"Not a problem! Are you ready to order?"

"A few more minutes please," Brent smiles.

"Take you're time."

"Thanks," we all say in unison.

She walks away as I close the menu. I decide on shrimp fajittas over the burger. We all stare at Nik. We looks at each one of us. "What's with all the stares?"

"So we take it you didn't hook up with Christina?"

"For you're information, she happens to be my girlfriend."

Since when did Nik have a girlfriend. This was a first. Then again, he wasn't one to talk much about his personal life. I take a sip of my coke and set it back on the table. She shakes his head. "We've been dating for a few months. Her parents don't know."

"Oh well thats great," Brent jokes.

"Shes a greek, god forbid she doesn't date a greek."

"Wait, how is Ella italian then?"

"Christina's mom and Ella's mom are step sisters. Ellas grandmother is full Italian while Christinas grandfather is Greek."

"You should facebook Ella Jonny boy!" Kane jokes.

"How about you go to rehab? You and you're beer, which is way to early for a beer."

"If I want a beer, I'll have a beer," Kane smirked.

Why am I friends with a drunk?

"Her Ally friend was cute."

"Brent, she's a crazy one," Nik said.

"And you know this..."

"Christina said she's the craziest, you two may clash with eachother..."

"Please, I'm Brent Seabrook, I'm a big boy."

"That's why you wet your bed last night," Kane joked.

We all laugh as the waitress comes back with our chips and takes our order. I settle on the fajittas while everyone else settles on burgers. Brent takes my phone at this point and is on my facebook. "What the flying fuck are you doing with my phone?"

"So, what's Ellas last name?" Brent asked.

"Gianni," Nik smiled.

"Found her!" Brent said. "Requesting...well, she's getting a friend request."

"Hey, do you guys mind if Christina and her friends come join us for that bonfire?"

"Who's her friends?" I asked.

"Well...I'm texting her right now, she said it'll be her, Ally, Stephanie, and Ella."

"Does she have to come?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" Nik asked.

"She was rude."

"You were so hitting on her...well attempting to."

I took my phone and wished that Brent never took it in the first place. Nik then tells us that the girls are coming after dinner. I sigh. At this point I wanted to shoot someone because I was so stressed. I rolled my eyes. Kanner looks at his phone.

"Toews, you're NEVER going to believe who Ella and Stephanie now work with."

"Who?"

enjoy :)

Drama+Nordstrom+Bridgid+Jon=DRAMA TO THE EXTREME!;;Ella;;6

It's Saturday, which means I can sleep until about ten and be at work by 12. I work at Nordstrom in Oak Brook. I'm head of the Juniors section, which is a pretty sweet job for a college kid. I get to work and clock in. I see my boss standing at the register talking to a girl with light brown hair. I examine the girl and get a vibe from her.

"And here she is! Our head of BP."

"Kait, what the hell is goin on?" I ask her.

"Ella, we got a new sales associate from Manitoba. This is Bridgid."

"Hi," she smiles.

"Hey."

"Have we met before? I feel like I just saw you."

Come to think of it, this girl who I know for a fact I will not like, does look a little fimiliar. I try to think about it for a few minutes but I shrug. "Don't think so." I tell her as she shrugs. She forces a smile on her face. She looks like someone I saw reccently. Kait fixes the silence. "Alright, well Bridgid worked at the location in Manitoba so she's fimiliar with the stuff we do here and such."

"Fair deal," I smile as she walks away.

"So, how are you?" She asks, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm fine, thanks. When did you get here?"

"Two days ago. I tried to win my boyfriend back."

"Oh...how'd that work out?"

"Not so well...he's quite immature."

"They all are," I sneer at her. "Did I by chance see you somewhere last night?"

"Oh my god...you were coming out of Brent Seabrooks when I was walking in."

THATS WHERE I SAW HER!

"Oh...who is your exboyfriend?"

"Jonathan Toews."

I drop everything and look right at the girl. First off, what the hell was she he doing with her? Secondly, he definatly didn't seem immature last night? And thridly, why the hell did they break up? God I'm so nosey sometimes. "If you don't mind me asking, why'd you break up?"

"Oh...he cheated on me."

Something tells me this story is going to fold into a lie.

"And you tried to win him back, even though he cheated?"

"I love him, you don't understand."

"I don't believe in love but alright," I tell her, pulling clothes off a manequen.

Did he seem like the type of person to cheat? Or was she being stupid. I pull a pair of Vigoss jeans out of a box and pull them on a mannequen. Now it was time to get some dirty information for my good use. "Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, believe me. He's just not boyfriend material."

"Uh huh."

"Like...he doesn't care about anyone but himself and he puts others down, including myself."

"Uh huh."

"It was just a terrible relationship."

"Uh huh."

"But I know we can put our differences aside and make it work."

"Uh huh."

"Hey new girl, you're wanted in the back."

"We'll talk later...uhmm..."

"Ella."

"Right."

I watch her walk away as Stephanie comes up to me. She looks at Bridgid who walks into the back. She then looks at me. "Isn't that Jonnys exgirlfriend?" She asks as I pull out my phone. "Oh yeah," I smirk.

"What are you doing?"

"Texting Christina and Ally. Were all going to dinner later. We're gonna get to the bottom of this."

"Oh good God Ella you have gone mad.

To: Ally, Christina

Dinner @ Bennihanna in Wheeling tonight. 7pm. Dress nice. I have a great story for the two of you

"I have not gone mad, I'm just crazy."

"Thats the same thing.

I hear my phone buzz and see its Ally. I open the text.

Oh goodie because we have stories for you too.

oh trust me girlie i think youll find mine more interesting.

As soon as I sent that Christina replied.

ohh we have stories from last night too. and no i didnt have sex with nik because you ruined it!

oh good god christina

I look at Stephanie who smiles at me. I can read her facial expression. Dinner was going to be one hell of a dinner.

alright thats enough for the night. good night :)

Apologies On Napkins;;Jon;;5pt.2

Who was she?

I ask myself as I scan the room to see where she went off too. I go by Duncan and grab him away from whatever video game he was playing. You can tell he's a little angry but I don't think he gives a damn at this point. "Buddy, you just ruined my high score here!"

"I don't think now is the time to worry bout you're high score, eh?"

"Alright make it quick kid."

"Did you see a girl who long brown hair?"

"Body of a curvy black woman except she's just fricken tan?"

"Yes her."

"Oh, Nik's girls cousin, she walked out the door with car keys. She looked pissed. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering."

I walk back into the kitchen but stop as the door swings open. She is here. She, the one who made my summer a living hell. The one who made me attempt drinking myself to death. The one who is the reason I took a roadtrip out of nowhere because I needed to get away is standing before me.

Bridgid.

She scans the room as I dart for the kitchen. Steeger at this point is following me. I turn around to face him as we stand by the oven and microwave. I'm livid now. "Who the flying fuck invited her?" I ask in a whisper shout.

"Does it look like I know? Besides, you can't avoid her forever."

"Oh trust me, I can...I have up until now."

"Jon buddy, maybe you should just talk to her."

"No, I will pass."

"Hey..."

We turn our heads to see Bridgid standing there. Her light brown hair is shorter now and her pale skin has some color. She lost weight, but then again, she was always a skinny girl. I look at the clock and sigh. "I'll leave you two alone," Kris says walking away. I put my hands in my pocket and look at my shoes. I hear her walking toward me. "Jon..."

"Can I ask why you're here?"

"I wanted to talk, since you don't respond to my calls, or emails or texts for that matter."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"If there wasn't anything to talk about, my ass would still be in Manitoba right now."

"You know what you did Bridg, everyone knows what you did."

"I'm sorry, and you don't deserve that, no one does."

"So that's why you're here, because you're sorry? Oh Bridgid, you're always sorry, it's always a different story."

She stays quiet as she pulls a napkin out of her purse. I take it and see something written down in black ink. I read:

Jon,

Let me start out by saying that I am by far the worst girlfriend to ever walk the face of the earth. I'm sorry for what I did and I know this paper napkin won't do justice but hear me out. You deserve so much better than what I've given you. I still love you, believe me Jon, I do. I just want to know you feel the same or feel closure.

I'll always love you.

-Bridgid

"Basically, you came here to give me a napkin?"

"Do you have to be such an ass?"

"Bridgid, get out. Just get out."

"Don't ever call me again until you grow up Jon."

I watch her leave as I hear commotion coming from the living room. I dart into the living room to see a drunken Brent yelling at a drunken Patrick Kane. Kane is holding a beer bottle while Brent is just going for the prey. "Here, here's that twenty cents you want you fucker!" Brent shouts at him, throwing two dimes while he's at it.

This isn't going to be pretty.

"You dirtbag whore!" Kane yells, throwing the beer bottle at him chest.

"You're a dead man kid!"

"Bring it bitchface fattass!"

Now Brent has gone for it. He's on top of Kanner, throwing punches as Kane kicks his stomache. I jump in with Sharp as we break up the fight. I'm holding on to Kanner as he and Brent are going into a drunken swear brawl. "Okay, enough for the night," I tell Kane.

We're in the kitchen now, as he's drinking water. Stephanie walks in and laughs. Her blonde hair is in a side pony tail and her make up is smeared. She's surpringsly not so drunk. "We're gonna head out. We'll see you guys again soon. Nice meeting you both." She then leaves as I turn to see Kane watching her walk away. "She is cute."

"You're drunk buddy."

"Did you get that chick you were talking to name?"

"No. She clearly didn't want to be here," I tell him.

"She was pretty."

"She was a bitch."

"Eh, it's Niks girlfriends cousin. I heard shes really nice."

"Psh, not from what I wittnessed."

I noticed that it's just Kane, Sharp, Nik and Seabrook now in the kitchen. Everyone else left after Kane and Seabs drunken mishap. I roll my eyes. I was dead tired. "Did you and Christina have a good five mintues?"

"Psh, we didn't get anywhere because I forgot to lock the damn door and Ella came in."

"So that's her name, eh?" Kane smiles at me.

"Oh good God Kane you're going mad!"

"Eh, Bridgids out of the picture, we saw your brawl with her."

"It wasn't a brawl. It was a good argument."

"You should facebook her," Brent suggests.

"How about I'm leaving now."

"Consider it?"

"Goodnight boys."

I get in my car and look at the napkin from Bridgid. I rip it up and throw it out the window. It's time for a do over. I pull onto I-290 and my thoughts go to Ella. She was contagious in a way. Her brown hair, curvy body, and bitchy attitude. It dawned on me then. She's Italian and has a Greek cousin. She was cute, with a bad girl attitude. Maybe it was a cover? Nah, I shouldn't be thinking of her, I had other things to deal with.

Like getting my ass into the Olympics this year.

And winning a Stanley Cup.

And possibly landing a new love life?

I smiled. It was going to be a good year. A long but good year.

enjoy

Rudness Much;;Ella;;5pt.1

We pull into a spot by the apartment and jump out of the honda pilot. I turn around and see Stephanie and Ally join us. I shrug my shoulders while Christina put on a serious face. "We need to dd's for the night," she tells the three of us. I volunteer along with Ally, leaving Stephanie and Christina to get drunk for the night. I follow Christina as she walks in the living room fist pumping and screaming, "THE GREEK HAS ARRIVED!"

All eyes turn on the four of us as I scan the room. To my right I see Duncan Keith and Big Buff going at it on an intense game of guitar hero. I see two girls sitting with them. I then look to the left to find Marian Hossa chatting it up with Patrick Sharp and Brian Campbell about the season. I look in back of me and find Patrick Kane downing bottles of Corona with Brent Seabrook.

This was going to be a long ass night.

"Where is the kitchen!?" I yell over the video game.

"NIK! THIS IS THE COUSIN I TOLD YOU ABOUT! ELLA!" Christina yells, as she holds a glass of beer.

"Ahh! Nice to meet you!" He smiles.

"Where is the kitchen?" I shout.

"In back of you!"

I turn around and find the kitchen as I excuse myself. I then find Ally joining in on a conversation with Brent Seabrook and Marion Hossa about the habs while Stephanie is grabbing a bottle of Corona from Patrick Kane. I then see Christina and Nik talking about something. I keep walking into the kitchen and look for the water bottles. So far I don't see any. I try to find the fridge and when I did find it, I found someones ass sticking out infront of me. "Woa there buddy, I did not want to see that."

The body turns around and all I see is a brown faux hawk and brown eyes. My eyes widen at the man wearing a blue v-neck and dark faded jeans. I do a double take. Sure enough, I'm standing in front of Jonathan Toews. "Sorry about that," he murmurs. "Do I know you."

"No," I begin. "And were gonna keep it at that, now move."

Clearly, I didn't want to be here in the first place.

"You sure about that?" He asks.

"Positive, now move."

"Rudeness much?"

"Can't a girl just have a water bottle?"

"Woa... girl do you need a tampon?"

"I'd apperciate it if you'd get out of the way," I snicker, pushing him and grabbing a bottle of water. "Now if you'd excuse me, I'm leaving."

I leave the kitchen but still feel is presence staring me down. I scan the room to find a tipsy Stephanie screaming the words to Sweet Caroline with Adam Burish and a perfectly sober Ally flirting up a storm with Brent Seabrook. I'm looking for Christina so I can tell her to get a ride with Stephnie because I'm going home. I open the door to the master bedroom and walk in, lookin at the floor to see Christinas shoes. "Hey Chris--OH MY LORD!"

There is my cousin with Nik, with a majority of their clothes off. They stop what their doing and turn to look at me. This is just awkward now. I look back at the ground. "What's up?" Christina asks me.

"Oh I was just telling you to get a ride with Steph cause I'm heading out."

"You just got here," she smiles.

"I'm tired. We'll get coffee tomorrow?"

"Fair deal. Becareful."

"You too...oh and use protection, I'm not ready to be an aunt."

"Goodbye cousin."

I close the door and turn around only to see faux hawk boy...errmmm...Jon, standing in my way. I nearly bump into him as I'm look directly at his chest and trying to contain myself for jumping him. I stay calm. "Do you mind?"

"Do you enjoy walking in on people like that?"

"Move buddy, I'm leaving."

"You just got here...didn't you."

"Goodbye."

"Do I get to know your name?"

"Get out of my face."

I push him again and walk out the door. I take Christinas car back to my house, but the thought of Jon is on my mind as I sit in traffic on I-290. What exactly was his problem and what the hell did he want from me? I finally get home and don't even bother changing out of my clothes. I fall a sleep on the couch, knowing I may regret not doing something later.

Oh, We're Coming;;Ella;;4

"Can I do the beach club in an unwhich?" I ask as Stephanie, Alyssa and I are in Jimmy Johns getting dinner because we're broke and have nothing else better to do with our lives on a friday night. We grab our sandwhiches and sit at a table debating on the things we can do. I watch Stephanie scarf down a sandwhich as she walks in. My jaw drops. I haven't seen or let alone heard from her in months. Her light skin looks burnt and her long brown hair is in a low pony tail.

It was my cousin, Christina.

"OH MY--!"

"CHRISTINA!!" Steph and Ally yell.

She runs over to me and gives me this long hug. She takes a seat next to me after our long hug and pulls out her water bottle. She puts the bottle down and looks at me. "I heard what happened...god I never expected that from your dad."

"Neither did we."

"Anyways, how've you been Christina?" Stephanie asks her.

Christina is a junior at University of Illionois. She's the genious of the family. She's studying education with the hopes of becoming a gym teacher so she can go to work every day in practically pjs. "Well...schools been alright, I figured I'd come home for the weekend," she smiles, taking another sip of water. She looks at the three of us. "Enough of me, how's school? God it's been to long, U of I sucks the life out of me sometimes."

"Schools okay, tell you're cousin to come to class more often," Stephanie smirks.

"Is that so Ella?"

"I've been stressed and over---"

Christinas phone goes off. I look at the caller ID. Niklas the Studmuffin pops up as some song from Shrek is blaring from the phone. The last I checked she didn't have a friend name Nik, but then again, it was probably someone from school. "Sup drunk buddy," she laughs as she listens to the person on the other end. "Oh really? Kay, I'm coming. My cousin and two friends are coming. Yes, they are. Wait, what do you mean we can't come?"

"Come?" Ally mouths as I shrug. Leave it to Christina to want to crash a party.

"Well..." she begins, hanging up the phone. "We're crashing Brent Seabrooks party."

"Brent Seabrook? The Brent Seabrook?"

"I am friends with Niklas ya know."

"I don't think that's---" I begin.

"Okay girls, quit the bitching, we're going."

And when Christina said something, she meant it. This meant a few things that I know I'll regret later tonight:

1- We will all get piss ass drunk and will need to get to the el somehow.

2- Someone will hook up with someone.

3- Brent Seabrook will kill us for showing up to his house uninvited.

I hop into Christina's car as Ally and Stephanie follow. We then hop on I-290 as Christina decides she wants to play 20 questions with me. "How's the love life?" She asks.

"Oh dear god not you too," I moan.

"Oh good God Ella answer the question, I have a right to know."

"To be perfectly honest, it's nonexsistant at the moment," I say honestly.

"My goal tonight is to find you a man."

Was she out of her bloody mind?

"Please don't. I think at this rate I'm not gonna get married."

"Oh what are you gonna do, join a convent, live in a church and die a virgin? Ella you're an idiot sometimes."

"Okay, well how about your love life?"

"Well..."

"How did you meet Niklas?"

"At a bar..."

"That doesn't surprise me Christina," I smile.

"I am your favorite cousin though."

She's got a good point.

"So why are we crashing this shindig?"

"Well...apparently there's to many people there, but hey! Three more people won't hurt."

I then proceed to look out the window and sigh. Maybe joining a convent wasn't such a bad idea. I won't have to deal with crap like what my parents are going through and I won't have to go through giving birth to a child. I close my eyes and ask myself one thing...

Am I really going mad?

enjoy :)

Happiness Rarely Exsists;;Ella;;3

I'm at my dads house. I catch him outside sitting on his front steps wearing light washed jeans and a orange flannel. Now I know where the hell I got my fashion sense. He stands up and walks over to me. His light brown hair was going all around because of the wind and his gray eyes didn't match his tanned skin. He looked drained or worn out. "Hey dad," I say to him.

"Hey Ella," he replies while giving me a hug. "How long did it take you to get here?"

"Not long," I reply, sitting on the step. He takes a seat next to me. "Is mom here yet?"

"She's on her way."

"Okay."

We're sitting in silence now and the silence is starting to kill me. Here is my dad, the man who could've gone pro in baseball but chose to start a business instead, married my mother, helped my mom conceive myself and my brother Alfonso, is in a relationship with another male. The thought was still sinking in with me. "I'm sorry that things went the wrong way between you're mother and I."

"Daddy, it's okay really."

"You and Fonso don't deserve what I put your mother through. All the lies I've told her."

"Daddy, really, it's okay. I still love you, so does Alfonso."

"Thank you honey. I love you too," he tells me, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I know you two will love Jay."

"How exactly did you meet Jay?"

"In a meeting in Millwaukee."

"What was it about him?"

"Honestly honey, I don't know."

"I never thought you'd swing the bat that way."

"Neither did I. It's just...Jay...he's great. He's got this contagious laugh, you'd love him!"

"I'm happy for you Dad."

We hear a truck engine and look to see my mother driving a U-Haul rental. I look at my dad and sigh. We stand up and watch my mom open the trunk of the truck. She then walks over to my dad and I. "Ella you look so tired!"

"I haven't slept lately," I tell her.

"Enzo, you look tired as well."

"Same response as her. I better leave you too alone."

"We'll get dinner next week dad."

"Fair deal," he says, hugging me then walking into his house.

I follow my mom to the garage and help her pick up boxes. We're not really talking but she then starts to talk. "What did you're father say?" She asks me as we put a box into the truck. I shake my hands out. "What do you want him to say?"

"I was just asking a question Ella."

"He apologized for ruining his marriage and that I'd love Jay."

"I see."

"I'm sorry mom."

"I don't want you taking sides."

"I know."

"You have to come to court by the way."

"Why?"

"Since Fonso is only eleven, we need you there as a wittness."

"Are you serious?"

"Ella, it'll be fine, don't worry."

I pick up a box and start heading over to the truck. I hated the word court. I hated it with a firey passion. I walk back to the garage as Alfonso's yellow school bus came around the corner. I look at mom. "Half day," she smiles as Alfonso comes by mom. He doesn't seem to happy, I don't blame him though. He's a kid, a kid who just found out his father is gay and that him and his mother will never be together again. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for my dad being happy, but seeing Alfonso confused is just sad. "Hey Fonso," I smile as he walks over to me.

"Didn't you have class today?" he asks.

"I over slept."

"Ella you cant do that."

"I know I know."

My dad comes outside as Alfonso tries to put a smile on his face. My dad walks over to him. He gives him a tiny hug. "Hey buddy how was school?" Alfonso shrugs. My dad doesn't know what to do. "Tell ya what, let's make a sandwhich then go to the batting cages."

"Fair deal," Fonso replies and follows him into the house.

"Poor kid," I say.

"Enough about the divorce. How about you Ella? How's your love life?"

"Nonexsistant. I think I'll pass on getting married."

"Don't say that?"

"Why?

"Because men are rude!"

"Not all."

"I really don't want to talk about this mom," I say, grabbing the last box and putting it in the trunk.

"Ella, I don't want to see you grow old alone, so best find a boyfriend."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Ella..."

"Yeah..."

"I love you okay?"

"I love you too mom. I'll call you sometime tomorrow."

I pull away from my dad's and get on the highway. I think about what my mom says about finding a boyfriend. Really, I wasn't ready to find someone. I'd much rather have someone come find me. Little did I know, that was all about to change soon.

It's all good!;;Jonny;;2

"Jonny boy!"

"What fatty?"

"You look spiffy today?"

"Don't be jealous of the vneck that you can't rock."

I tell my teammate as I hop in my pick up truck after practice one more. My pick up is black and a chevy colorado that i drove from Canada to Chicago out of pure boredom one day. I put the keys in the ignition as my other teammate steps infront of my car. I look at the face that needs acutane or nuetregena.

It's fucken Kanner.

"What do you want jailbait?" I ask him with a laugh.

"A ride...to the el please."

"Get in."

He throws his stuff in my trunk and hops into the front seat. It's silent for a few minutes but he breaks it. I'm pissed that he does. I'm just pissed that he's in my car. "Clearly, someone didn't have breakfast this morning. Shame on you."

"I was in a massive hurry," I snap as I pull into McDonalds. "I'm buying this time."

"You are the best. Get me a Mcgriddle with an ice coffee."

"Such a girl."

"Shut it."

"Hi, can I get a pancake deluxe meal with an ice coffee and a Egg and Cheese McGriddle with an iced coffee?"

"Man is someone hungry?"

"Can it Kane."

I pay and we pull into a parking spot and eat our disgusting fast food that we enjoy at that moment. I take a sip of my drink and look at Kanner. "Have you ever thought anyone or anything was contagious...not in a sick virus way, but just...you know what I mean?"

"Yes...this McGriddle is quite contagious. Infact, it's quite orgasmic!"

"I'm being serious."

"Ehh...I thought the hottest girl in my high school was...until I found out she was a lesbian. Then I was like fuck that."

"Really now?"

"What you asked! And why are you asking anyhow?"

I really didn't know why I was asking. I had just gotten out of a relationship and that breakup wasn't the prettiest of them all. It resulted me in getting drunk almost every moment and then driving to Chicago out of nowhere. I put the keys in the ignition. "No reason. Which station am I taking you too?"

"Addison. I know your breakup with Bridgid wasn't pretty--"

"Do you have to bring her up?"

"Now shut up Jon. Let some one talk. Go find a girl, a pretty girl. It's all good okay!"

I pull out of the car and he leaves. I think about what he says. Find a pretty girl. It's all good.Was this kid on drugs? Wait, this is the kid who beat someone up over twenty cents, of course he is on drugs. I go to my appartment and decide to take a nap, but I knew that wasn't going to last me long.

The Dropping Of A Bomb;; Ella;; 1

I wake up to see I have slept through my fashion construction class...for the second time this week. I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It's 9:15 am on a Friday in September. This is not a good start to the school year, even if it's my thrid year in school.

I force myself out of bed and walk into the bathroom to do my usual morning piss. I then walk into the kitchen to find one of my roommates there, sitting on a stool, eating oatmeal. Her dark brown hair is in a messy bun and her green eyes are focused on the sports section of the Daily Hearald. It's Alyson. I open the fridge and pull an Apple out only to discover as I open the cabinet that we're out of peanut butter. I mutter something in Italian and close the door. "Up late again?" Ally asks as shes reading the paper.

"I was on the phone with my mom. I have to help her move things out of my what's known now as my dads house," I say as I try to accept the fact that my parents marriage is now over and no one can fix it.
"Why can't Alfonso do it?"
"Alfonso helped her put things in boxes last night. I offered to help move out," I reply.
"I'm sorry about the whole divorce."
"Me too."

I've known Alyson since I was in preschool. We didn't like eachother at first, and I know what you're thinking, it's preschool, everyone likes everyone. Well, Alyson and I didn't. She got mad because I threw her Barbie doll in a creek, so she resulted to call me stupid, so I cut her hair.

We became friends after I cut her hair.

"Well...look at it like this, atleast he didn't have an affair with a man."

I look at her wide eyed. The thing about her is that she can make a joke about something like this, and it turns out it'll be true, and we'll still laguh about it. I begin to laugh at that moment. She looks at me with this look that translates into what the hell are you laughing at you dumbass. She then gets it. "SHIT YOUR DAD CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET!?"

Our other room mate/best friend who just happens to be in my fashion construction class, Stephanie, walks in and gives me the death glare. I let out a laugh. She drops her stuff on the counter. "ANTONELLA NATALIA GIANNI! Ms. Prescott is going to kill you if you miss one more class!" She yells but Alyson and I are still in hysterics. She know's that my parents are getting divorced, but she doesn't know the full reason. "Why the hell are you laughing? This is a serious matter! You can't start the year off like this!"

"YOU'RE MOTHER WALKED IN ON YOUR FATHER IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN ELLA!? WHEN THE HELL WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME THIS!" Alyson yells at me.
"Shit your dads gay!? Oh my god Mr. Gianni can't be! Ella, you're father is good looking!"
"Yes, Lorenzo Gianni was caught in bed with another man," I say as I stop laughing.

We met Stephanie in high school our sophmore year when she moved here from California. We clicked with her easily. It was like she was us, but in a blonde body. I watch her set her Columbia College Chicago hoodie on the stool as she throws her blonde hair in a pony tail. She sits on the hoodie and takes a cookie out of the cookie jar we have on the counter. "You're dad can't be gay...my gaydar never went off with him!" She shouts.

"Surprise, Mr. Gianni is dating a man named Jay Riley."
"Jay Riley?" Alyson repeats.
"Mmhmm...a promising young business man."
"But how can you're dad be gay!? He was a baseball player in highschool and college!" Stephanie asks.
"He probably didn't recieve enough testosterone or whatever it's called. How did Alfonso take the news?"
"He's okay with it."
"Well, regardless of his sexual orientation, you're dad is the shit!" Alyson says.
"Agreed," I smile. It's the truth, my dad is the shit.

I look at the clock. It's 9:45 now. I have to be at my house by 11. I excuse myself as I walk to the bathroom. I hop in the shower and let the hot water hit my full head of brown hair and the rest of my body. It feels good which usually isn't the case. I sigh and try to think of the warning signs of my dad wanting to come out. I couldn't think of any. I smile though.

My dad is the shit... enough said.

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