"You mean you kissed a man that wasn't Nik who just happened to be naked."
"Bassically."
"Oh good lord."
I tell Christina as her, Stephanie, and I take our seats at the Wachovia Center in Philly. It was game six and we were hoping to take over the game so we can fly the cup home to Chicago. We were sitting in the front row behind the glass, watching Stephanie scraf down a hotdog. She catches us looking and smiles. "I'm feeding for two and eating Christinas emotions about cheating on Nik."
"Oh how thoughtful of you," Christina joked.
"So he was shirtless?" I asked Christina.
"No...ass naked...his towel fell off at one point until your boyfriend walked in on us...and thank God for that."
"Sometimes I wonder about--"
"Guys, can you get me another hot dog?"
"No, considering the game is going to start in two minutes."
"I wish I could drink beer."
The game begins. The game is quiet for the first part up until there was three minutes left. Dustin Byfgulein gets us a goal, making the score 1-0. We were winning, I was calm. Too bad that fucker Scott Hartnell ruined it with twenty-six seconds left to go and tied the game. The three of us looked at each other, it was going to be one long night.
Intermission came about. Christina and I sat there drinking beer while Stephanie glared at us in envy. "Oh how I hate you two right now," she sneers, playing with her phone. I cling my cup to Christina's and we begin drinking as my phone goes off. It's Alfonso, so I immedietly pick it up. "Alfonso?"
"Ella are you home?"
"No, I'm in Philly."
"Can you have dad come get me from Jacks? Mom forgot about me."
"Fuck, okay let me call dad."
"Kay thank you. Love you."
"Love you too," I begin as I hang up and dial my dad's cell. "Dad?"
"Hey Ella how's Philly?"
"Don't get me started. Hey listen, Fonso called, mom forgot about him. He's at Jacks, can you pick him up."
"Oh fuck, yeah I'll go now. Have fun."
"I will. Love you dad."
"Love you too."
I hang up and the second period starts. Adam Burish goes at it with Carcillo. We get to the twelve minute mark of the period as the drama of the game continues. Daniel Briere makes a goal. A Flyers fan turns and gives us the finger, which makes Stephanie pissed. "I maybe knocked up, but I will kill you," she begins as he looks away. "Smart choice ass fuck." Two minutes go by and Patrick Sharp makes a shot into the goal, tying the game. I look at Stephanie and Christina, the game was getting intense and we were getting nervous as fuck.
Were now at two minutes, close to a minute fifhty nine. Nik gets the puck to Andrew Ladd who shoots it in. Three-Two Chicago. I'm cringing and trying to keep it together, we were getting closer to calling this game ours. The end of the thrid comes. Fourty second mark. Scott "The Fucker" Hartnell ties the game up. I'm now freaking out inside. Just when I thought we had this were back at a tie. The rest of the period is making us paranoid. We watch Annti Niemi deny a goal for Carter as the puck goes to the other end of the ice. The buzzer goes off. The three of us look at each other.
Fucken overtime.
Overtime begins. Were containing ourselves from breaking a water too early and pissing our pants. The clock reads 15:59, and we see Patrick Kane with the puck. He shoots it in and starts running around. I stand up with Christina and Stephanie, we look confused. "What the fuck did it go in?" I yell as I see Patrick going apeshit all over the ice. I scream.
We won the Stanley Cup.
Christina, Stephanie, and I run over to the ice with the rest of the girlfriends and wives. I stop as I see Johnny being interviewed. He sees me in midsentence and stops the interview to skate over to me. He sprays ice in my face. "You have a knack for doing that," I smile.
"Yeah, I know."
"You did it babe, you guys did it."
"I couldn't have made it this far this year with out Ella."
"I know babe."
"Jonathan Toews, come hoist the cup!" We hear Bettman yell.
"Go honey," I smile as he quickly kisses me.
"This is for you Ella," he says before leaving.
I watch him hoist the cup, along with Kanner, Brent, Duncan, Nik, and everyone else. A smile forms to my face. We fucken did it. We're bring the cup home.
Friday was the parade. The city of Chicago was nuts and there was a giant sea of red everywhere you turn. That Sunday the cup made a visit to Wrigley Field in time for the Cubs Whitesox game were the guys threw their jerseys for the fans. Johnny looks at me in the pressbox and smiles as he mouths, "I love you." I smile and mouth it back.
Life right now, was fucken faboulos. I was fucken enjoying it.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
It's Just a Kiss;;Christina/Johnny;;49 pt 2
this second part of the chapter is going to start out in Christina's point of view. It'll switch in to Johnnys view sometime after Christina's little "incident" okay I'm not going to give anything away. heres part two
Christina
I get to the United Center Early and before Nik, due to the fact he was running late with an appointment with his agent. I walk into the locker room and stop dead in my tracks to see a shirtless man with a towel wrapped around his waist with his eyes looking directly at mine.
Patrick fucken Sharp.
"Christina..."
"Patrick...hi," is all I can get out.
"Why are you here so early?"
"I told Nik I'd meet him here...and I uhm...I missed traffic. Uhm, obviously you are here quite early," I say, as I try to block the thoughts about what's under the towel in my mind.
"I was in the neighborhood...getting a hotdog," he says, coming toward me.
"Oh, I...uhm, I see," I say scratching my head. "That's nice."
"It is, eh? You look really good right now."
"Thanks."
His face is a mere inch toward mine. He's looking at my eyes and I'm looking at his. God, he was so fucken hot. "I've never had the urge to kiss an engaged woman until now," he smiles deviously. For some strange reason, I want to kiss him. I did, I locked my lips onto his and his towel came off. I was kissing a naked man in a locker room. I keep kissing him and before I knew it, I was against a wall.
"What the hell?"
We stop kissing and I see Johnny standing there before us. Patrick looks down to see himself naked and grabs the towel. I scratch my head and realized I just cheated on my fiance with his team mate. This was not going to go well if he ever found out. "It was a total accident."
"Relax, you're secrets safe with me, just keep your affair outside the locker room?"
"This is NOT going to happen again," I say, giving Patrick this look.
"Dude, I don't care what you two do. Have you heard from your cousin?"
"Which one? I have plenty of them."
"My girlfriend."
"Last I heard, her mother wanted her over at her house to talk. Why?"
"She's not picking up the phone and she was supposed to be here by now."
"Weird, she always calls if shes running late...dude put some clothes on!" I yell at Patrick.
"I think somethings wrong."
My phone goes off. It's Ella's dad. I answer the phone. "Christina, have you seen Ella?" He asks me as I put the phone on speaker. I tell him no and that her mom wanted her to go to her house. "Christina you shouldn't have let her do that."
"Why?"
"Her mom's been on drugs the past few weeks. She went crazy on Alfonso last weekend. Ella's not answering the phone and I'm not in town to go over there."
I watch Johnny out of the locker room. "Zio Lorenzo I'll call you back. JOHNNY!" I yell as I run out of the locker room with a fully clothes Patrick behind me. "Johnny stop!" I yell as he turns to look at me with his car keys in hand. "You have a game tonight," Patrick then tells him.
"Cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can. Text me the address."
"Johnny her mother is going nuts," I tell him.
"Sharpie cover for me."
"What do you want me to tell them?"
"I don't know, that my tire blew? I'll be back as soon as possible."
I watch Johnny storm out of the building, in hopes that he'll get there in time.
Johnny
I drive like hell to Ella's mom's house. I stopped at my appartment and picked up a baseball bat just in case before hand. I follow Christina's directions to the house and get there. I open the garage code and walk into the house to see I'm in the kitchen. "Ella!" I yell, but I don't hear her. I walk around the house quietly. "Ella!" I yell at the stairs.
"JOHNNY!?" She yells back.
I run the stairs and go to the only closed door. I try to open it but it's locked. "Ella are you in there?!" I yell. I can hear her crying. This isn't good. "Ella hold on!" I bang the door open and see Ella tied to the bed post. Her face is in her knees and she's refusing to look at me. I untie her and bring her face to mine. "Ella, who did this to you?" I ask her as her facial expression changes. She looks terrified. I turn my head but my face hits the bed. It's her mom. "WHAT DID YOU FUCKEN DO TO HER!?" I'm yelling.
"Get out of here you worthless piece of shit. The two of you are perfect for each other, you worth nothing fuckers."
"You have no right to talk about her like that," I begin as I pick Ella up bridal style. "You come near her again and I'll kill you myself."
"I'd love to see you try."
"I'm capabale of a lot of things, killing you may just be one of them."
I grab the phone off the nightstand and storm out of there. Ella's head is buried into my chest. "BRING HER BACK IN HERE!" I hear some one yell from behind me. I turn around, Ella still in my arms. I'm pissed now. I put Ella in the car and stare at her mother some more.
"It is taking all I have not to come over there and kill you," I tell her.
"Look at you Johnny, you worth for nothing arrogant assfucker."
"It's the drugs talking, you're not worth it."
I get to the locker room during intermission with Ella in my arms. The whole team is looking at me and Coach Quenville stops his lecture. His hands are on his hips. "Jon, where the hell have you been!? Nice to see you finally showed up."
"I'll explain later, we need a doctor now!" I'm yelling as the team doctor rushed over. I placed her on the bench as he was examining her.
"What happend?"
"I think she got the crap beaten out of her," I say.
"She's all shook up. Coach ya want him playing?"
"Jonny suit up, she's in good hands."
We won seven four and are now leading the series by one. I rushed back into the locker room and saw our team doctor. He rushed over and put his hands on my shoulders. "Who the hell did that to her?" He asks me.
"Her mother."
"Shit, she's got a gash the size of a baseball on her head. She's lucky she didn't have brain damage. She's fine though, she wants you."
I run over to the bench in my skates. She's got a bandaid on her stomach and stiches on her forehead. She looks like a hotmess. "Baby, are you okay?" I ask her as I run my hand through her hair. She's crying a little bit.
"Johnny, I can't go back there," she says through sobs.
"I'm not letting you. You're staying with me tonight."
I bring her into my condo bridal style. She's sleeping as her head is dug into my chest. I lay her on my bed and put the covers over her as I kiss her forehead. "I love you," I whisper in her ear. I lie down next to her and wrap my arm around her. It was a long night and truth be told, I'm glad it was over.
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Christina
I get to the United Center Early and before Nik, due to the fact he was running late with an appointment with his agent. I walk into the locker room and stop dead in my tracks to see a shirtless man with a towel wrapped around his waist with his eyes looking directly at mine.
Patrick fucken Sharp.
"Christina..."
"Patrick...hi," is all I can get out.
"Why are you here so early?"
"I told Nik I'd meet him here...and I uhm...I missed traffic. Uhm, obviously you are here quite early," I say, as I try to block the thoughts about what's under the towel in my mind.
"I was in the neighborhood...getting a hotdog," he says, coming toward me.
"Oh, I...uhm, I see," I say scratching my head. "That's nice."
"It is, eh? You look really good right now."
"Thanks."
His face is a mere inch toward mine. He's looking at my eyes and I'm looking at his. God, he was so fucken hot. "I've never had the urge to kiss an engaged woman until now," he smiles deviously. For some strange reason, I want to kiss him. I did, I locked my lips onto his and his towel came off. I was kissing a naked man in a locker room. I keep kissing him and before I knew it, I was against a wall.
"What the hell?"
We stop kissing and I see Johnny standing there before us. Patrick looks down to see himself naked and grabs the towel. I scratch my head and realized I just cheated on my fiance with his team mate. This was not going to go well if he ever found out. "It was a total accident."
"Relax, you're secrets safe with me, just keep your affair outside the locker room?"
"This is NOT going to happen again," I say, giving Patrick this look.
"Dude, I don't care what you two do. Have you heard from your cousin?"
"Which one? I have plenty of them."
"My girlfriend."
"Last I heard, her mother wanted her over at her house to talk. Why?"
"She's not picking up the phone and she was supposed to be here by now."
"Weird, she always calls if shes running late...dude put some clothes on!" I yell at Patrick.
"I think somethings wrong."
My phone goes off. It's Ella's dad. I answer the phone. "Christina, have you seen Ella?" He asks me as I put the phone on speaker. I tell him no and that her mom wanted her to go to her house. "Christina you shouldn't have let her do that."
"Why?"
"Her mom's been on drugs the past few weeks. She went crazy on Alfonso last weekend. Ella's not answering the phone and I'm not in town to go over there."
I watch Johnny out of the locker room. "Zio Lorenzo I'll call you back. JOHNNY!" I yell as I run out of the locker room with a fully clothes Patrick behind me. "Johnny stop!" I yell as he turns to look at me with his car keys in hand. "You have a game tonight," Patrick then tells him.
"Cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can. Text me the address."
"Johnny her mother is going nuts," I tell him.
"Sharpie cover for me."
"What do you want me to tell them?"
"I don't know, that my tire blew? I'll be back as soon as possible."
I watch Johnny storm out of the building, in hopes that he'll get there in time.
Johnny
I drive like hell to Ella's mom's house. I stopped at my appartment and picked up a baseball bat just in case before hand. I follow Christina's directions to the house and get there. I open the garage code and walk into the house to see I'm in the kitchen. "Ella!" I yell, but I don't hear her. I walk around the house quietly. "Ella!" I yell at the stairs.
"JOHNNY!?" She yells back.
I run the stairs and go to the only closed door. I try to open it but it's locked. "Ella are you in there?!" I yell. I can hear her crying. This isn't good. "Ella hold on!" I bang the door open and see Ella tied to the bed post. Her face is in her knees and she's refusing to look at me. I untie her and bring her face to mine. "Ella, who did this to you?" I ask her as her facial expression changes. She looks terrified. I turn my head but my face hits the bed. It's her mom. "WHAT DID YOU FUCKEN DO TO HER!?" I'm yelling.
"Get out of here you worthless piece of shit. The two of you are perfect for each other, you worth nothing fuckers."
"You have no right to talk about her like that," I begin as I pick Ella up bridal style. "You come near her again and I'll kill you myself."
"I'd love to see you try."
"I'm capabale of a lot of things, killing you may just be one of them."
I grab the phone off the nightstand and storm out of there. Ella's head is buried into my chest. "BRING HER BACK IN HERE!" I hear some one yell from behind me. I turn around, Ella still in my arms. I'm pissed now. I put Ella in the car and stare at her mother some more.
"It is taking all I have not to come over there and kill you," I tell her.
"Look at you Johnny, you worth for nothing arrogant assfucker."
"It's the drugs talking, you're not worth it."
I get to the locker room during intermission with Ella in my arms. The whole team is looking at me and Coach Quenville stops his lecture. His hands are on his hips. "Jon, where the hell have you been!? Nice to see you finally showed up."
"I'll explain later, we need a doctor now!" I'm yelling as the team doctor rushed over. I placed her on the bench as he was examining her.
"What happend?"
"I think she got the crap beaten out of her," I say.
"She's all shook up. Coach ya want him playing?"
"Jonny suit up, she's in good hands."
We won seven four and are now leading the series by one. I rushed back into the locker room and saw our team doctor. He rushed over and put his hands on my shoulders. "Who the hell did that to her?" He asks me.
"Her mother."
"Shit, she's got a gash the size of a baseball on her head. She's lucky she didn't have brain damage. She's fine though, she wants you."
I run over to the bench in my skates. She's got a bandaid on her stomach and stiches on her forehead. She looks like a hotmess. "Baby, are you okay?" I ask her as I run my hand through her hair. She's crying a little bit.
"Johnny, I can't go back there," she says through sobs.
"I'm not letting you. You're staying with me tonight."
I bring her into my condo bridal style. She's sleeping as her head is dug into my chest. I lay her on my bed and put the covers over her as I kiss her forehead. "I love you," I whisper in her ear. I lie down next to her and wrap my arm around her. It was a long night and truth be told, I'm glad it was over.
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Breakdown;;Ella;;49 pt 1
It was game five of the finals. We brought the series back to Chicago tied at two. It was time to take the lead so we can attempt to win in Phily. Jonny and mines relationship was going good, after he saw the breakdown I had at my dads.
My mom called me to come over. Me being stupid agreed and drove to the suburbs to her house. I knew for a fact this wasn't going to go well, but decided to be the bigger person and stop by before heading to the game. I parked the car in the driveway and let myself in. "Mom..." I shouted from the hallway with my phone in hand. I didn't get an answer so I walked upstairs and found her in my old bedroom. I looked at the walls and saw all my old pictures up. She was looking at the walls with her back faced me. "Mom, you called me over, whats up?" I asked.
"You were so normal..." she says in a shaky voice.
She's on drugs, which is unusual.
"What are you talking about?"
"You weren't a whore, you were a good girl."
"I'm not a whore mom," I say, putting the phone on the night stand and walking toward her. "Mom, why am I here?"
"Dad's got you brainwashed, that fucker."
"Please don't talk about my dad like that."
"You're gonna turn out to be just like him."
Now I was confused and wondering why she was on drugs in the first place. She turns to look at me, her eyes are bloodshot from the drugs and she's ready to have a breakdown. She's coming toward me now, and I have no idea what to do, because I'm acctually kind of scared. "YOU ARE DEFINATLY A MISTAKE OF A CHILD YOU PEICE OF SHIT!!"
"You have no right to be talking about me like that," I'm yelling now, only because I have no idea where the hell this is coming from. "You are a bad example to Alfonso, taking these drugs--"
"Don't be criticizing my parenting Ella!"
"I'm trying to help you."
"Oh cause you don't need help? Look at you, you hotmess, Jonnys gonna leave you one of these days."
"Leave Jonny out of this."
"Jonny, that peice of shit boyfriend you have, you've always dated the piece of shits though."
"Don't talk about him like that!" I yell, my voice getting louder. "You're one to talk, your a hot mess right now, god, no wonder I always got along more with dad. No wonder why he left you for another man!"
My mom stops talking and gives me the nastiest look she's ever given me. I must've spoken too soon. "What did you just say?" She yells at me. I don't respond. She then pushes me and I hit the ground. I get up and run for my phone. "Don't you touch that phone!" She yells as she grabs me by the head and slams me on the wall. I get up but he pushes me down and starts kicking me.
"Mom stop this!" I yell but she keeps doing it.
She finally stops. I'm too weak to move. She walks into he room and comes back to me. She's hold a jump rope in her hand. "You're not going anywhere," she tells me, tying my hands behind the bed post with the rope. She locks the door and leaves the house. My phones going off and I hear Lady Antebellums "I Run To You" blare. It's Johnny. I want to reach for the phone but I can't. I sit on the floor with my knees to my face and cry for the first time in months.
For the first time in a long time, I felt so alone.
sorry it's short, but I'm doing part two next!. :)
My mom called me to come over. Me being stupid agreed and drove to the suburbs to her house. I knew for a fact this wasn't going to go well, but decided to be the bigger person and stop by before heading to the game. I parked the car in the driveway and let myself in. "Mom..." I shouted from the hallway with my phone in hand. I didn't get an answer so I walked upstairs and found her in my old bedroom. I looked at the walls and saw all my old pictures up. She was looking at the walls with her back faced me. "Mom, you called me over, whats up?" I asked.
"You were so normal..." she says in a shaky voice.
She's on drugs, which is unusual.
"What are you talking about?"
"You weren't a whore, you were a good girl."
"I'm not a whore mom," I say, putting the phone on the night stand and walking toward her. "Mom, why am I here?"
"Dad's got you brainwashed, that fucker."
"Please don't talk about my dad like that."
"You're gonna turn out to be just like him."
Now I was confused and wondering why she was on drugs in the first place. She turns to look at me, her eyes are bloodshot from the drugs and she's ready to have a breakdown. She's coming toward me now, and I have no idea what to do, because I'm acctually kind of scared. "YOU ARE DEFINATLY A MISTAKE OF A CHILD YOU PEICE OF SHIT!!"
"You have no right to be talking about me like that," I'm yelling now, only because I have no idea where the hell this is coming from. "You are a bad example to Alfonso, taking these drugs--"
"Don't be criticizing my parenting Ella!"
"I'm trying to help you."
"Oh cause you don't need help? Look at you, you hotmess, Jonnys gonna leave you one of these days."
"Leave Jonny out of this."
"Jonny, that peice of shit boyfriend you have, you've always dated the piece of shits though."
"Don't talk about him like that!" I yell, my voice getting louder. "You're one to talk, your a hot mess right now, god, no wonder I always got along more with dad. No wonder why he left you for another man!"
My mom stops talking and gives me the nastiest look she's ever given me. I must've spoken too soon. "What did you just say?" She yells at me. I don't respond. She then pushes me and I hit the ground. I get up and run for my phone. "Don't you touch that phone!" She yells as she grabs me by the head and slams me on the wall. I get up but he pushes me down and starts kicking me.
"Mom stop this!" I yell but she keeps doing it.
She finally stops. I'm too weak to move. She walks into he room and comes back to me. She's hold a jump rope in her hand. "You're not going anywhere," she tells me, tying my hands behind the bed post with the rope. She locks the door and leaves the house. My phones going off and I hear Lady Antebellums "I Run To You" blare. It's Johnny. I want to reach for the phone but I can't. I sit on the floor with my knees to my face and cry for the first time in months.
For the first time in a long time, I felt so alone.
sorry it's short, but I'm doing part two next!. :)
Friday, August 6, 2010
Wedding Dress Shopping from Hell;;Ella;;48
I'm at Volles Bridal in Lake Zurich with Christina, Stephanie, Christinas mom, Olympia, Niks sister Leah, Alexandra, and my mom. Were right now looking at bridesmaids dresses and a bridal gown. Stephanie and I are looking for a dress for Ally to wear in the wedding. The color scheme is red and from what I know, that's Ally's least favorite color.
My mom and I haven't spoke to eachothers since my hospital incident. She didn't even say hi to me when I walked in to the bridal shop. And Brent thinks I should reconcile with my mom. Hell, the woman is a nutcase and hates Jonhny with a passion because we got together two weeks after the mess with the limo party.
"Will Ally wear this one? It's strapless and short so when Brent sees her in it, plan B of winning her back will take action," she smiles.
"I was thinking of a halter to keep it classy but I do like that strapless one," I half smile.
"Ella have you tried to talk to your mom?"
"I have a mother?" I joke.
"Ella at least try talking to her."
"Stephanie, she won't look at me."
"Well, if your plan is to start crap when Christina shows off the dresses, don't make an ass out of yourself," she says, giving the dress for Ally to the sales lady.
"I guess your right, but, I'll let her talk to me first."
"Ella why are you so--"
"Christinas gonna try the dresses now," Alexandra smiles at us.
"Were the fuck is Ally when you need her?" Stephanie jokes.
We take a seat by the waiting area. I sit by Stephanie as far away as possible from my mother. Stephanie pokes my side and I turn to look at her. "So why does it look like your mother is on every drug known to man right now?" Stephanie asks me. I shake my head and take a quick look at my mother. Stephanie does have a point.
"Odds are my mother is on every drug known to man."
Christina comes out and steps on a stool looking int he mirror then turns to look at us. She has a gorgeous off white strapless gown, that poofs out at the bottom like a princess gown. She looks like a princess truth be told. Infact, I was almost positive that this was the dress. "Well...what do you think?" She asks us all.
"Nik is not going to be able to keep his hands off you, obviously," Olympia smiles.
"Dude, off white looks amazing on you!" Leah tells her.
"Well...if you ask me it looks hideous."
I turn and look at my mother after her comment. Stephanies holding my shoulder down as I feel my face turn every shade of red there is. How dare she call her niece hideous. "I think she looks beautiful but then again, you don't know what beautiful is," I snap.
"Ella, not now," Stephanie murmurs while rolling her eyes.
"Well...no one asked you for your comment," my mother tells me.
"Hi to you too mom."
"Alright, so is this the one?" Alexandra asks Christina, trying to change the subject.
"I believe so. Let me try the other one on real quick."
Christina goes back into the dressing room. Stephanie gives me the glare. I roll my eyes. "Does she know about your trip to Italy?" Stephanie whispers but apparently my mother must've heard because she looked over and gave me another glare. I look at Stephanie with the look that translated to you really had to mention this now.
"So you and Brent are going for sure!?" Christina asks from the dressing room.
"You're going with that depressed shit head?" my mother asks me.
"For the record, that depressed shit head just happens to be my best friend," I snap at my mom.
"Why the hell are you going to Italy again?"
"Because I can."
"You know, your just like your father, you good for nothing shit."
"Okay, that's enough," Olympia says as she tries to break the argument up.
"Mom, you know, ever since my episode of the Olympics, you've been nothing but a bitch to me."
"You know Antonella, ever since you've been running around with those canadians, you've been nothing but a whore. I bet you'll hook up with Brent and will be known as the NHL whore."
"Okay, now you've done it,"I begin getting up. "Sorry Christina."
I storm out of Volles and began walking toward my car. What in the world was my mothers problem? I hear the door slam shut but I keep walking. I don't feel like dealing with anyone right now. "You are nothing but a mistake of a child," my mother shouts as I turn around to face her. Did she really just go there with me?
"Why don't you see how dad feels about you saying that about you're own flesh and blood? Don't even talk to me mom."
I storm off in the car as my phone goes off. Speaking of the devil, it's my father. I answer the phone and put it up to my ear. "Dad I'm driving right now, can this wait?" I ask him. I stop at the red light and rub my forehead with my two fingers.
"Ella, how did the dress shopping go with your mother?"
"Dad are you home?"
"Yeah, why honey what happened?"
"I'm coming over."
"Oh dear...okay sounds good."
Thrity minutes later I'm sitting in my dad's kitchen with a cup of coffee. Alfonso and Jay are sitting in the living room playing NHL 10. I can hear the swears coming out of Jay and my eleven year old brother. My dad is sitting across from me now in his tiny kitchen at his condo in Park Ridge. We don't say anything because I'm trying to calm down from the explosion with my mother. "Did Johnny do something?" my dad asks me.
"No...it was your soon to be exwife."
"Oh dear what happened?"
"Stephanie and I have come to the conclusion that she's on drugs. She didn't say hi to me, wouldn't look at me, she told Christina she looked hideous in a dress, she called me a whore...and then..."
I stop myself as I start crying while thinking about what my mother called me. There's a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" Alfonso yells pausing the game. My dad's looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I can't talk, it's like my vocal chords shut down.
"Ella...what did she say?"
"She told me I was a mistake of a child...how do you call you're child a mistake?"
I watch my dad shake his head and move his chair next to mine. He's patting my hand now. He's speechless as well. I don't blame him, because I was speechless as well. "Ella, you are not a mistake, no matter what that crazy bitch tells you. You and Alfonso are the best gifts I've ever gotten in my life."
"I love you dad," I say in sobs as he hugs me.
"I love you too Ella," he says, patting my back.
"Is everything okay?"
I recognize that husky, thick canadian accent right away. I look up and see Johnny standing in the kitchen with his hands in the pocket of his shorts. I nodd my head and get up to give him a hug. "Ella...Stephanie told me what happened."
"How much did you hear just now?"
"Enough...you are not a whore, let alone a mistake. You're mother is just insane, okay?"
"I know, thanks babe."
"You're a great person Johnny, treat my daughter right. She maybe 21, but she's still my little girl," my dad smiles.
"I know Mr. Gianni, she's great," Johnny says, smiling down at my eyes before kissing my nose.
"JOHNNY! COME PLAY NHL '10 WITH JAY AND I!" Alfonso yells.
"Let's make this a family affair?" I smile.
"I'll order the pizza," my dad laughs.
I sit on the couch watching Jay and Johnny go at it in a game of NHL 10. I smile to myself. Atleast I know my dad still cares about me and still thinks I'm a good person. I just really wish I knew what got into my mom since the Olympics. She was caring one day the next it was like something snapped in her. I look to see my dad pulling me into a half hug. He's smiling at me as he says, "I have a good feeling about this Johnny boy. Maybe a lot of ups and downs, but I have a good feeling. Keep him your life okay?" I laugh as I hug my dad and reply,
My mom and I haven't spoke to eachothers since my hospital incident. She didn't even say hi to me when I walked in to the bridal shop. And Brent thinks I should reconcile with my mom. Hell, the woman is a nutcase and hates Jonhny with a passion because we got together two weeks after the mess with the limo party.
"Will Ally wear this one? It's strapless and short so when Brent sees her in it, plan B of winning her back will take action," she smiles.
"I was thinking of a halter to keep it classy but I do like that strapless one," I half smile.
"Ella have you tried to talk to your mom?"
"I have a mother?" I joke.
"Ella at least try talking to her."
"Stephanie, she won't look at me."
"Well, if your plan is to start crap when Christina shows off the dresses, don't make an ass out of yourself," she says, giving the dress for Ally to the sales lady.
"I guess your right, but, I'll let her talk to me first."
"Ella why are you so--"
"Christinas gonna try the dresses now," Alexandra smiles at us.
"Were the fuck is Ally when you need her?" Stephanie jokes.
We take a seat by the waiting area. I sit by Stephanie as far away as possible from my mother. Stephanie pokes my side and I turn to look at her. "So why does it look like your mother is on every drug known to man right now?" Stephanie asks me. I shake my head and take a quick look at my mother. Stephanie does have a point.
"Odds are my mother is on every drug known to man."
Christina comes out and steps on a stool looking int he mirror then turns to look at us. She has a gorgeous off white strapless gown, that poofs out at the bottom like a princess gown. She looks like a princess truth be told. Infact, I was almost positive that this was the dress. "Well...what do you think?" She asks us all.
"Nik is not going to be able to keep his hands off you, obviously," Olympia smiles.
"Dude, off white looks amazing on you!" Leah tells her.
"Well...if you ask me it looks hideous."
I turn and look at my mother after her comment. Stephanies holding my shoulder down as I feel my face turn every shade of red there is. How dare she call her niece hideous. "I think she looks beautiful but then again, you don't know what beautiful is," I snap.
"Ella, not now," Stephanie murmurs while rolling her eyes.
"Well...no one asked you for your comment," my mother tells me.
"Hi to you too mom."
"Alright, so is this the one?" Alexandra asks Christina, trying to change the subject.
"I believe so. Let me try the other one on real quick."
Christina goes back into the dressing room. Stephanie gives me the glare. I roll my eyes. "Does she know about your trip to Italy?" Stephanie whispers but apparently my mother must've heard because she looked over and gave me another glare. I look at Stephanie with the look that translated to you really had to mention this now.
"So you and Brent are going for sure!?" Christina asks from the dressing room.
"You're going with that depressed shit head?" my mother asks me.
"For the record, that depressed shit head just happens to be my best friend," I snap at my mom.
"Why the hell are you going to Italy again?"
"Because I can."
"You know, your just like your father, you good for nothing shit."
"Okay, that's enough," Olympia says as she tries to break the argument up.
"Mom, you know, ever since my episode of the Olympics, you've been nothing but a bitch to me."
"You know Antonella, ever since you've been running around with those canadians, you've been nothing but a whore. I bet you'll hook up with Brent and will be known as the NHL whore."
"Okay, now you've done it,"I begin getting up. "Sorry Christina."
I storm out of Volles and began walking toward my car. What in the world was my mothers problem? I hear the door slam shut but I keep walking. I don't feel like dealing with anyone right now. "You are nothing but a mistake of a child," my mother shouts as I turn around to face her. Did she really just go there with me?
"Why don't you see how dad feels about you saying that about you're own flesh and blood? Don't even talk to me mom."
I storm off in the car as my phone goes off. Speaking of the devil, it's my father. I answer the phone and put it up to my ear. "Dad I'm driving right now, can this wait?" I ask him. I stop at the red light and rub my forehead with my two fingers.
"Ella, how did the dress shopping go with your mother?"
"Dad are you home?"
"Yeah, why honey what happened?"
"I'm coming over."
"Oh dear...okay sounds good."
Thrity minutes later I'm sitting in my dad's kitchen with a cup of coffee. Alfonso and Jay are sitting in the living room playing NHL 10. I can hear the swears coming out of Jay and my eleven year old brother. My dad is sitting across from me now in his tiny kitchen at his condo in Park Ridge. We don't say anything because I'm trying to calm down from the explosion with my mother. "Did Johnny do something?" my dad asks me.
"No...it was your soon to be exwife."
"Oh dear what happened?"
"Stephanie and I have come to the conclusion that she's on drugs. She didn't say hi to me, wouldn't look at me, she told Christina she looked hideous in a dress, she called me a whore...and then..."
I stop myself as I start crying while thinking about what my mother called me. There's a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" Alfonso yells pausing the game. My dad's looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I can't talk, it's like my vocal chords shut down.
"Ella...what did she say?"
"She told me I was a mistake of a child...how do you call you're child a mistake?"
I watch my dad shake his head and move his chair next to mine. He's patting my hand now. He's speechless as well. I don't blame him, because I was speechless as well. "Ella, you are not a mistake, no matter what that crazy bitch tells you. You and Alfonso are the best gifts I've ever gotten in my life."
"I love you dad," I say in sobs as he hugs me.
"I love you too Ella," he says, patting my back.
"Is everything okay?"
I recognize that husky, thick canadian accent right away. I look up and see Johnny standing in the kitchen with his hands in the pocket of his shorts. I nodd my head and get up to give him a hug. "Ella...Stephanie told me what happened."
"How much did you hear just now?"
"Enough...you are not a whore, let alone a mistake. You're mother is just insane, okay?"
"I know, thanks babe."
"You're a great person Johnny, treat my daughter right. She maybe 21, but she's still my little girl," my dad smiles.
"I know Mr. Gianni, she's great," Johnny says, smiling down at my eyes before kissing my nose.
"JOHNNY! COME PLAY NHL '10 WITH JAY AND I!" Alfonso yells.
"Let's make this a family affair?" I smile.
"I'll order the pizza," my dad laughs.
I sit on the couch watching Jay and Johnny go at it in a game of NHL 10. I smile to myself. Atleast I know my dad still cares about me and still thinks I'm a good person. I just really wish I knew what got into my mom since the Olympics. She was caring one day the next it was like something snapped in her. I look to see my dad pulling me into a half hug. He's smiling at me as he says, "I have a good feeling about this Johnny boy. Maybe a lot of ups and downs, but I have a good feeling. Keep him your life okay?" I laugh as I hug my dad and reply,
"Just for you dad."
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Friday, July 23, 2010
DUI Bust & Mothers;;Ella;;47
The boys advance to the Stanley cup finals, which was the first time in a long time. Christina and Nik have been spending the remaining time they have off planning their wedding while Nik is finding the courage that theres a good chance they may not be able to get married in Chicago. Stephanie moved into the house with Kanner and found out the sex of her baby, a girl. They haven't picked a name yet, but I'm betting it'll be a good one.
I'm alone in the apartment now. Ally's still in Italy with Alessandro. I'm sitting at my laptop checking emails. I've been getting a crap ton about the wedding. I found out it it's a tie between Christina's sister Olympia and I for the maid of honnor. I could careless at this point.
I had to admit, I was somewhat jealous. My best friend is getting the wedding of her dreams. A Christmas Eve wedding. Nik and Christina were looking at Holy Name Cathedral for the ceremony and were hopping for a lavish reception at the drake with a crapload of food. Odds are this food would be either Greek or Swedish meatballs, either way, this wasn't going to go well with my part of the family, because we don't eat meat on Christmas Eve.
Christina was also planning a baby shower for Stephanie when Ally got back. How she was planning a wedding and a baby shower was beyond me, this girl could just do it all. I close the laptop shut and look down at the counter. Ally was in Italy, Stephanie was pregnant, and Christina's planning her wedding. What was my life coming to? Ruins, I tell you, ruins.
The apartment phone goes off. I look at the caller ID and see that the Chicago Police department is calling me. I answer the phone, thinking they have the wrong number. "Hello?" I say into the speaker while opening a water bottle.
"Hi, is this Ella Gianni?"
"Yes this is her."
"This is Officer Bennet calling from the Chicago Police department."
"Is everything okay?"
"I have a friend of yours down here. He was busted for a DUI. We need you to pick him up."
Great, it's a he. One of my guy friends was busted for a DUI. I start to think about it. It wasn't Sharpie, because he was with his fiance, Duncan was out and about, Johnny was in the suburbs working with a pee-wee hockey team, Kanner was painting the babies room, Nik was looking at churches, and Adam was meeting with a doctor for a last knee check up. Meaning one thing...
"Which friend?"
"Brent Seabrook."
Oh shit...why'd I even ask?
"I'll be down in fifthteen minutes."
I hang up the phone and leave the apartment. I speed to the police station and park my car. I stomp in there and stop at the front desk. A mean, tired looking woman with a disgusting bun in her hair was sitting behind the desk. She gave me this disgusting look before speaking. "Miss, what do you want?"
"I'm picking up Brent Seabrook."
"Good joke."
"Not a joke, he's my best friend."
"Ma'am leave."
"Officer Bennet just called me to pick him up."
"Are you Ella Gianni?" a cop asked.
"Yes now can you this woman to let me pick up my drunk friend so I can beat this shit out of him?"
"Come this way, I'm officer Bennet, god you look just like my dad."
"You know my dad?"
"We were friends growing up. C'mon this way."
He walks me into the back and I see Brent behind bars sitting on a bed. He looks up and comes to the bars. He grips his hands onto them as I fold my arms across my chest shaking my head. "Do you want me to let him out now?" Officer Bennet asks me.
"No, let me yell at him first."
"Fair deal, I'll give you guys a few."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?" I yell as Officer Bennet leaves the room.
"Let me explain..."
"Brent, no one in their right mind gets a DUI ticket at three in the afternoon."
"I was depressed."
"We're sick and tired of hearing this 'I'm depressed' bullshit. You fucked up, we get it. Now get your ass out to Milian and fix your problem."
"How do you want me to do that without a license? They'll probably take my passport too. God I'm retarded."
"Brent, you're not retarded, you just don't think about your actions."
"Hey Brent we'll make you a deal..."
I turn and Officer Bennet walks back in with Brents license. He's standing next to me and in front of Brent. I'm scared for Brent now. Once the NHL knew he got a DUI he was dead. I run my hand through my hair. "We'll drop the charges and let you drive if you clock 100 hours of community service after the finals and when you get back from Milian," he smiles, giving Brent his license.
"That's not right, I deserve fair punishment."
"Brent, go win you're girlback."
"But she has Alessandro."
"Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alessandro..."
Now Brent and Officer Bennet are looking at me weridly. I shake my head and apologize for my stupidness. "Brent, go win her back, she'll take you back. Just clock the community service hours and this won't resurface," he continues letting Brent out.
"Thank you."
Brent and I are sitting in my car now. No one talks now, but I'm about to break the silence when Brent cuts me off. "I know why you've been so sad lately," he tells me. Fuck he knows it all. He knows about my jealousy issues. "You're upset that you're best friend is painting a nursery and you're cousins getting married."
"Not true."
"Ella, I'm your best friend, I see it in you're eyes. Jonny's not going to propose to you just yet, you just started dating."
"I know, I just thought I'd be the first to get married and have kids, that's all."
"You'll make a good mom, speaking of, have you spoke to her since the Olympics?"
Shit he had to bring that up?
"Uhm...define spoke to her?"
"Shit Ella you haven't talked to her?"
"Brent, she didn't call or see me once when I got super sick."
"Oh man, you do hold grudges. Call her and talk to her."
"No..and it's bad enough I have to see her on Tuesday at the Bridal Shop...you have any drugs you can give me?"
"Ella...call your mother."
"Over my dead body."
"Ella..."
"I'll pass."
"Ella call you're mother."
"No."
"I'm getting your boyfriend involved."
"Go for it."
I drop Brent off and drive home. It's the end of May now, and now that I think about it, I haven't spoke to my mother in almost four months. The woman was a nutcase since the Olympics. I walk into my bedroom and flop onto the bed.
I refuse to talk to her.
The phone rings. It's Brent. I answer the phone and put it to my ear. "Yes King of the Drunks?" I say into the speaker.
"You know Italian right?"
"I suppose. Why?"
"Good...you're coming to Milian with me."
A trip with Brent Seabrook...a 7 hour plane ride to Italy...fuck my life right now.
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I'm alone in the apartment now. Ally's still in Italy with Alessandro. I'm sitting at my laptop checking emails. I've been getting a crap ton about the wedding. I found out it it's a tie between Christina's sister Olympia and I for the maid of honnor. I could careless at this point.
I had to admit, I was somewhat jealous. My best friend is getting the wedding of her dreams. A Christmas Eve wedding. Nik and Christina were looking at Holy Name Cathedral for the ceremony and were hopping for a lavish reception at the drake with a crapload of food. Odds are this food would be either Greek or Swedish meatballs, either way, this wasn't going to go well with my part of the family, because we don't eat meat on Christmas Eve.
Christina was also planning a baby shower for Stephanie when Ally got back. How she was planning a wedding and a baby shower was beyond me, this girl could just do it all. I close the laptop shut and look down at the counter. Ally was in Italy, Stephanie was pregnant, and Christina's planning her wedding. What was my life coming to? Ruins, I tell you, ruins.
The apartment phone goes off. I look at the caller ID and see that the Chicago Police department is calling me. I answer the phone, thinking they have the wrong number. "Hello?" I say into the speaker while opening a water bottle.
"Hi, is this Ella Gianni?"
"Yes this is her."
"This is Officer Bennet calling from the Chicago Police department."
"Is everything okay?"
"I have a friend of yours down here. He was busted for a DUI. We need you to pick him up."
Great, it's a he. One of my guy friends was busted for a DUI. I start to think about it. It wasn't Sharpie, because he was with his fiance, Duncan was out and about, Johnny was in the suburbs working with a pee-wee hockey team, Kanner was painting the babies room, Nik was looking at churches, and Adam was meeting with a doctor for a last knee check up. Meaning one thing...
"Which friend?"
"Brent Seabrook."
Oh shit...why'd I even ask?
"I'll be down in fifthteen minutes."
I hang up the phone and leave the apartment. I speed to the police station and park my car. I stomp in there and stop at the front desk. A mean, tired looking woman with a disgusting bun in her hair was sitting behind the desk. She gave me this disgusting look before speaking. "Miss, what do you want?"
"I'm picking up Brent Seabrook."
"Good joke."
"Not a joke, he's my best friend."
"Ma'am leave."
"Officer Bennet just called me to pick him up."
"Are you Ella Gianni?" a cop asked.
"Yes now can you this woman to let me pick up my drunk friend so I can beat this shit out of him?"
"Come this way, I'm officer Bennet, god you look just like my dad."
"You know my dad?"
"We were friends growing up. C'mon this way."
He walks me into the back and I see Brent behind bars sitting on a bed. He looks up and comes to the bars. He grips his hands onto them as I fold my arms across my chest shaking my head. "Do you want me to let him out now?" Officer Bennet asks me.
"No, let me yell at him first."
"Fair deal, I'll give you guys a few."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?" I yell as Officer Bennet leaves the room.
"Let me explain..."
"Brent, no one in their right mind gets a DUI ticket at three in the afternoon."
"I was depressed."
"We're sick and tired of hearing this 'I'm depressed' bullshit. You fucked up, we get it. Now get your ass out to Milian and fix your problem."
"How do you want me to do that without a license? They'll probably take my passport too. God I'm retarded."
"Brent, you're not retarded, you just don't think about your actions."
"Hey Brent we'll make you a deal..."
I turn and Officer Bennet walks back in with Brents license. He's standing next to me and in front of Brent. I'm scared for Brent now. Once the NHL knew he got a DUI he was dead. I run my hand through my hair. "We'll drop the charges and let you drive if you clock 100 hours of community service after the finals and when you get back from Milian," he smiles, giving Brent his license.
"That's not right, I deserve fair punishment."
"Brent, go win you're girlback."
"But she has Alessandro."
"Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alessandro..."
Now Brent and Officer Bennet are looking at me weridly. I shake my head and apologize for my stupidness. "Brent, go win her back, she'll take you back. Just clock the community service hours and this won't resurface," he continues letting Brent out.
"Thank you."
Brent and I are sitting in my car now. No one talks now, but I'm about to break the silence when Brent cuts me off. "I know why you've been so sad lately," he tells me. Fuck he knows it all. He knows about my jealousy issues. "You're upset that you're best friend is painting a nursery and you're cousins getting married."
"Not true."
"Ella, I'm your best friend, I see it in you're eyes. Jonny's not going to propose to you just yet, you just started dating."
"I know, I just thought I'd be the first to get married and have kids, that's all."
"You'll make a good mom, speaking of, have you spoke to her since the Olympics?"
Shit he had to bring that up?
"Uhm...define spoke to her?"
"Shit Ella you haven't talked to her?"
"Brent, she didn't call or see me once when I got super sick."
"Oh man, you do hold grudges. Call her and talk to her."
"No..and it's bad enough I have to see her on Tuesday at the Bridal Shop...you have any drugs you can give me?"
"Ella...call your mother."
"Over my dead body."
"Ella..."
"I'll pass."
"Ella call you're mother."
"No."
"I'm getting your boyfriend involved."
"Go for it."
I drop Brent off and drive home. It's the end of May now, and now that I think about it, I haven't spoke to my mother in almost four months. The woman was a nutcase since the Olympics. I walk into my bedroom and flop onto the bed.
I refuse to talk to her.
The phone rings. It's Brent. I answer the phone and put it to my ear. "Yes King of the Drunks?" I say into the speaker.
"You know Italian right?"
"I suppose. Why?"
"Good...you're coming to Milian with me."
A trip with Brent Seabrook...a 7 hour plane ride to Italy...fuck my life right now.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Surprises and Jealousy;;Ella;;45
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We end up winning that game, leading the series 3-0. I was predicting a sweep, which only meant one thing, we'd end up with Montreal or Philadelphia. This meant that there was a good chance we were screwed.
We end up winning that game, leading the series 3-0. I was predicting a sweep, which only meant one thing, we'd end up with Montreal or Philadelphia. This meant that there was a good chance we were screwed.
Stephanie, Patrick Kane, Jonathan, Brent, Patrick Sharp, Nik, Christina, and myself are all getting ice cream that night night at the Chocolate Shoppe in Edgebrook. I'm sitting on a beach chair outside with my Cookie Dough and Cookies n Cream ice cream scooped into a waffle cone, while watching Stephanie devour a brownie sundae, Patrick Sharp and Brent sharing a brownie sundae, and Kane and Jonathan eating Cookie Dough in Waffle cones. I look up and see Nik and Christina come outside with vanilla ice cream in cake cones. What duds.
"So, why are we all here again?" Stephanie said in mouthfuls of brownie and cookie dough ice cream.
"Because they love us! And Ella, way to pick this ice cream place, this brownie is scrumptious!" Patrick Sharp says with icecream in his mouth.
"Didn't you're mother ever teach you how to talk without food in your mouth?" Brent asks him.
"Don't be jealous chubbers," he tells Brent.
"I'M NOT CHUBBERS! I just need to lay off the carbs."
"WOA WOA WOA! CHRISTINA WHAT IS THAT!" Patrick Kane yells.
Jonathan and I are looking at Christina's finger and see the rock on her ring finger. I turn my head toward Jonathan, who's eating his ice cream and pretending not to notice me looking at him. "You know, our relationship is quite comical and strong--" I start to joke.
"Good joke Ella, were not getting married just yet," he laughs.
"Well...Nik and I...well...we're getting married!" Christina squeals.
"Be excited guys...December 24."
"That's Christmas Eve," Kane tells them.
"We know."
"YES! I CAN NOW GET DRUNK ON CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A LEGIT EXCUSE!" Kane yells.
We all get up and gather around the ring. It's a Tiffany and Co ring. It dawns on me it's going to be a fucken war to get the posistion of Maid of Honor. Jonathan pulls Patrick Kane away and I watch Kane pull a box out of his pocket. "Guys, I have news too!" He yells and walks over to Stephanie, whos got chocolate all over her face.
"Honey, what are you doing?" She asks as he gives her the box. "What is this?"
"Open it smartie pants," I joke.
We watch her open the box and see a silver house key in the box. She then holds a picture to her face and starts crying. I look at the picture. It's a beautiful white house over looking lake Michigan.
I'm now offically jealous.
I grow quiet the rest of the night. Christina's getting married and Stephanie is moving out in July. It would just be Ally and I in the appartment. Johnny and I get in his truck and drive off back to his place. I don't talk at all, I'm just letting the jealousy sink in. "Hey babe you okay?" Jonny asks me. I keep looking out the window.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You've been quiet since you saw Christina's ring and Stephanies house key. Babe, what's up?"
"Johnny...I'm fine."
"You're alittle jealous are you?"
Damn it, he's good.
"Babe, we just started dating almost two months ago, we can't just jump into those things right away."
"I know, it's just...I'm afaird I'm going not get any of that."
"Ella, you will, I promise it. Don't worry."
"Kay, I trust you."
"Good, lets keep it at that."
I spend the night. He falls asleep right away as I stare at the ceiling for a majority of the night. Christina's getting married and has a Tiffany's engagement ring, while Stephanie is pregnant and moving into a gorgeous house with her boyfriend. I sigh.
Will this ever happen to me someday?
I'm now offically jealous.
I grow quiet the rest of the night. Christina's getting married and Stephanie is moving out in July. It would just be Ally and I in the appartment. Johnny and I get in his truck and drive off back to his place. I don't talk at all, I'm just letting the jealousy sink in. "Hey babe you okay?" Jonny asks me. I keep looking out the window.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You've been quiet since you saw Christina's ring and Stephanies house key. Babe, what's up?"
"Johnny...I'm fine."
"You're alittle jealous are you?"
Damn it, he's good.
"Babe, we just started dating almost two months ago, we can't just jump into those things right away."
"I know, it's just...I'm afaird I'm going not get any of that."
"Ella, you will, I promise it. Don't worry."
"Kay, I trust you."
"Good, lets keep it at that."
I spend the night. He falls asleep right away as I stare at the ceiling for a majority of the night. Christina's getting married and has a Tiffany's engagement ring, while Stephanie is pregnant and moving into a gorgeous house with her boyfriend. I sigh.
Will this ever happen to me someday?
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Alessandro;;Ella;;44
"Brent's in a depression? That's fucken hysterical!"
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?"
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 :)
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