*Shannon POV*
Shannon opens her eyes and sees something on the table and squints her sleep fuzzy eyes to see what it is. it's the note that Brendan left for her before he left early this morning/late last night. 'Hey babe, I'm headed off to Boston I didn't want to wake you because you looked so comfortable and beautiful while you were sleeping, Josh is driving I'll have my phone with me, and if you need anything you know all of managements numbers, but i doubt you'll need anything. just know that I love you more than anything and i'll try and score for you tonight xoxo -Brendan.' That boy i swear, he is so ah he's so cute and he's all mine. good lord what did I do to deserve such a perfect boy? Shannon is smiling ear to ear and looks like a highschool girl who had just showed up to prom with the QB on her arm. He still gives me butterflies every time I look at him, man that's so awesome. Shannon heads downstairs and makes some french toast and curls up on the couch with her breakfast and watches some tv and thinks to herself. I just can't believe i have the most perfect boyfriend ever i must have done something right.

This kind of thing was rare in the NHL. The young guns having girlfriends for prolonged periods of time only because as soon as they start travelling to other cities they become different people. but with Shannon and Brendan, well this was different. They both really liked each other. Shannon did her running around for the day and was home just in time for puck drop. This game was action packed right to the end. Trading goals at each end, big hits and even bigger players (we all know i'm ta;king about the giant caveman). The Canadiens were down 5-3 but then had two late period goals to tie it up at 5 apiece. OT oh man i really can't handle this Shannon shuts her eyes and can feel her heart pounding through her chest. The buzzer goes off. OT is over. It's shootout time. Ok, i closed my eyes for OT i think i might be able to watch the SO. Brendan is the last shooter. Time to almost have a heart attack. breathe Shannon breathe. She tells herself. She's on the edge of her seat watching Brendan head down the ice towards Tuukka....SCORES! Brendan wins it for the Canadiens. My man. Shannon says. About an hour after the game her phone is buzzing with a text message. 'I told you so' it's from Brendan. This boy is really something. Shannon clutches her phone and leans back into the couch and falls asleep.