Stephanie says as her, Pat Kane, Patrick Sharp, Jonny, and I are sitting at the counter waiting for Christina, Nik, and Brent to get here. We're eating bagels and doughnuts on a Friday morning before game three of the Western Conference Finals as my skype goes off. So far, the boys are leading the series 2-0. "GUYS! ITS ALLY!" I yell as I answer the call and see her appear with a bun on top of her head. "HEY YOU LITTLE ITALIAN MUFFIN BITCH!" Patrick Sharp yells.
"Hey guys! I have excellent news!"
"Ally, who are they?" A man with a thick Italian accent asks.
"ALLY! WHOS THE ITALIAN STUD MUFFIN!?" We all yell.
"Oh this is Alessandro...my new boyfriend. That's my best friend Ella, Stephanie, Sharpie, Kanner, and Johnny."
"Who's Alessandro?"
We all look up and see Brent in the door way. I hit my head on Johnnys shoulder. This was not going to go well. I look to see Ally biting her lip because Brent walked in and thats the last thing she wants Brent to know is that she moved on and started seeing someone else. "Alright, everyone but Ella out of the kitchen," Brent yells.
"It's my kitchen," Stephanie tells him.
"OUT NOW!" Brent yells.
"Okay okay," Kanner tells him as they all go outside on the deck.
"Why me?" I whine.
"Because you've been her best friend since the sandbox and I wanna know who the fuck Alessandro is!"
"DON'T CALL MY NAME DON'T CALL MY NAME...ALESSANDRO!" Johnnie yells as he creaks the door open.
"I'M NOT YOUR BABE I'M NOT YOUR BABE--" Kane starts as Brent and I turn to the door.
"SHUT THE DOOR!" We both yell.
"Party poopers!" Jonnie laughs as he closes the door.
Brent and Ally are looking at each other right now. Alessandro isn't in the room right now and I can tell Brent's going to go from 0 to 360 in a matter of seconds. I see the rage forming in his face. He's not angry...he's pissed off. "Oh...so you go to Italy not only for an internship...but for anew romance...I guess I wasn't good enough."
"Brent...don't take this the wrong way."
"Take what the wrong way? You know, I'm in the worst depression ever and you're going around sucking lips with some European."
"Brent calm down--" I try telling Brent but Ally cuts me off.
"Ally, I loved you---"
"If you loved me Brent, you would've let me come here."
"How long have you even been seeing this guy."
"I've been gone for a month, we met a few days after I got here."
"Great...a month...you dumped your boyfriend of atleast nine months for an Italian Stalion...I'm a CANADIAN STALLION ALLY!"
"Brent I'm hanging up now...Ella I'll call you later."
"Whatever Ally, go off with him, see if I care you slut."
"FUCK YOU BRENT SEABROOK!"
And just like that, the call ended. I know Brent didn't mean to call her a slut, he was just angry. Brent walks over by the over and his back is facing me now as he's leaning on the ledges. I cross my arms over my chest. "How long have you known about Alessandro?" He finally talks.
"I just found out."
"I fucked up."
"I know. I also know you didn't mean to call her a slut."
"You know...I feel like we're living a soap oprea. First you and Kris, then the break up, then Stephanie and Pat got back together, you hooked up with Johnny, you and Johnny finally got together, then the break up, then the pregnancy, now this..."
"I know...it's just one thing after another."
"Honestly, tell me what I did wrong."
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Brent, you were being selffish."
We don't say anything. I look out the window to see the dumbasses trying to eavesdrop. I give them this glare as Brent finally speaks up. "You're right..." Good, atleast he's finally admitting that he did something wrong, because you know, Godforbid brent Seabrook doesn't admit he's wrong. "I really really fucked up...it's too late to fix it."
"Not really..."
"Ella...at this rate were going to the Stanley Cup finals."
"She comes back in July. We'll figure something out."
"Thanks for being my best friend."
"In the mean time Brent...lay off the carbs."
"Fuck you twig."
And in the mean time, I figured it would be best to find out what the deal was with the surprises that were going down tonight...
enjoyyy :)
"It's my kitchen," Stephanie tells him.
"OUT NOW!" Brent yells.
"Okay okay," Kanner tells him as they all go outside on the deck.
"Why me?" I whine.
"Because you've been her best friend since the sandbox and I wanna know who the fuck Alessandro is!"
"DON'T CALL MY NAME DON'T CALL MY NAME...ALESSANDRO!" Johnnie yells as he creaks the door open.
"I'M NOT YOUR BABE I'M NOT YOUR BABE--" Kane starts as Brent and I turn to the door.
"SHUT THE DOOR!" We both yell.
"Party poopers!" Jonnie laughs as he closes the door.
Brent and Ally are looking at each other right now. Alessandro isn't in the room right now and I can tell Brent's going to go from 0 to 360 in a matter of seconds. I see the rage forming in his face. He's not angry...he's pissed off. "Oh...so you go to Italy not only for an internship...but for anew romance...I guess I wasn't good enough."
"Brent...don't take this the wrong way."
"Take what the wrong way? You know, I'm in the worst depression ever and you're going around sucking lips with some European."
"Brent calm down--" I try telling Brent but Ally cuts me off.
"Ally, I loved you---"
"If you loved me Brent, you would've let me come here."
"How long have you even been seeing this guy."
"I've been gone for a month, we met a few days after I got here."
"Great...a month...you dumped your boyfriend of atleast nine months for an Italian Stalion...I'm a CANADIAN STALLION ALLY!"
"Brent I'm hanging up now...Ella I'll call you later."
"Whatever Ally, go off with him, see if I care you slut."
"FUCK YOU BRENT SEABROOK!"
And just like that, the call ended. I know Brent didn't mean to call her a slut, he was just angry. Brent walks over by the over and his back is facing me now as he's leaning on the ledges. I cross my arms over my chest. "How long have you known about Alessandro?" He finally talks.
"I just found out."
"I fucked up."
"I know. I also know you didn't mean to call her a slut."
"You know...I feel like we're living a soap oprea. First you and Kris, then the break up, then Stephanie and Pat got back together, you hooked up with Johnny, you and Johnny finally got together, then the break up, then the pregnancy, now this..."
"I know...it's just one thing after another."
"Honestly, tell me what I did wrong."
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Brent, you were being selffish."
We don't say anything. I look out the window to see the dumbasses trying to eavesdrop. I give them this glare as Brent finally speaks up. "You're right..." Good, atleast he's finally admitting that he did something wrong, because you know, Godforbid brent Seabrook doesn't admit he's wrong. "I really really fucked up...it's too late to fix it."
"Not really..."
"Ella...at this rate were going to the Stanley Cup finals."
"She comes back in July. We'll figure something out."
"Thanks for being my best friend."
"In the mean time Brent...lay off the carbs."
"Fuck you twig."
And in the mean time, I figured it would be best to find out what the deal was with the surprises that were going down tonight...
enjoyyy :)
he better get it together, i liked those two!! lol haha love it!
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