Love Isn't Just Black and White

Carrie stood in front of her closet with her phone in her hand and her other hand on her hip. She looked down at her phone again seeing Brad’s message:

Wear anything that shows leg ;)

She hadn’t gone to a club in almost a year and a half.

What was she going to wear?

She exited out of iMesage and clicked on FaceTime and found her best friend and roommate Naomi’s name, clicking it, and hoping she’d pick up at work.

“What’s up?”

Naomi asked when her face popped up on in Carrie’s hand.

“What do I wear clubbing?”

“Clubbing? With who?”

“Oh, this guy I met today.”

“Oh, what’s his name?”

Naomi said holding out her ‘oh’ for a few more seconds.

“Brad… Marchand.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, what?! Brad Marchand? the Little Ball of Hate?”

“Yes Brad Marchand. Him and a few other Bruins were at the hospital after I got off from work, and I guess I caught Brad’s eye.”

“Ya think? Why am I not invited to this shindig?”

“Um, because last time I check you were engaged ‘to the most wonderful man in the world’ named Nic.”

“Oh yeah I guess.”

Namoi said looking down at her left ring finger were her diamond engagement ring sat.

“So what will you be wearing that won’t last all night?”

“Hey, you don’t know that.”

“Really? You get a chance to suck Brad fucking Marchand off you wouldn’t?”

“That doesn’t require me to lose my clothing. Therefor your argument is invalid.”

Namoi rolled her eyes at Carrie. She put her finger on her chin as she thought of the clothing in Carrie’s closet that she could wear.

“Oh! How about that black dress? The one with the one lace sleeve.”

“Namoi that’s perfect! You’re a genuines!”

“I know you love. I gotta go. See you tomorrow I’m guess.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Carrie said with a laugh. In her phone someone called Naomi's name and she looked to the side.

“See ya!”

“Bye.”

Then Namoi clicked the lock button on the top of her phone and she was gone, leaving Carrie alone in her bedroom once again. Quickly she went back into iMessage and clicked on Brad’s name.

Found what I’m wearing tonight!

She threw her phone over to her bed and then dug through her closet trying to find her black lace dress. After a few minutes of searching she found and walked over to her bed with it in her hand. She laid it down on the bed and grabbed her phone. She it the home button and saw that Brad had resounded three minutes ago.

Can I see ;)

She thought for a few second and looked over at the dress, then a smirk formed on her face as she reponed.

Ah ah ah. Not till later ;)

Aw come on baby. Just one little picture. I need something to think about till tonight ;)

Carrie’s evil smirk formed on her face as she walked over to her closet with her phone in hand. She grabbed the pair of black stello heels with small accents of red. She slipped them on her feet and took a picture and sent it off to Brad.

Naughty naughty naughty mister Marchand.

Come on Carrie. You know you love it ;)

She sighed at his text. She did love it and she didn’t know why. There was something about Brad that just made her heart sing. She was attracted to him for some odd reason. Most girls in Boston have the hots for Brad’s best friend Tyler. Sure Carrie thought that Tyler was hot, but he wasn’t her type. Her type was as her friend Kristin put it, a guy who is big and strong, can give you a hug then beat the shit out of someone, and then hold you tight and fuck her hard.

Carrie laughed to herself. She looked the clock on her bedside table and saw it was 4:18. She looked at her phone and texted Brad back.

What time are you picking me up?

She flopped down on her bed and just laid there looking up at the ceiling waiting for Brad to get back to her. Her phone was resting on her stomach. There was a bird chirp and the flash from her camera went off. She pick her white iPhone up and saw Brad’s message.

We don’t have a game tonight, but we have a home game against Montreal tomorrow night. Tyler says around 8 for dinner. If you want to go.

I’d love to go to dinner with you guys! Who’s all going anyways? I know you and Tyler but anyone else…?

Quaider, Tuukk, and a few other guys that we know.

So I’m the only girl?

Is that a problem?

No not at all :)

Can you bring a friend? ;)

Now now Bradley none of my girlfriends will fall victim to Tyler will me on watch.

How is that far? He's my best friend.

Why none of my friends are going to fall for Tyler’s charm alright.

So you think The Kid has charm?

Oh you know he does. All he has to do is left up his shirt and girls are weak in the knees.

What me?

What about you what? That you’re under Tyler’s charm?

No! What’s my charm?

I love it when you fight and chirp at other players. I really don’t know. My friends think I’m weird for having a huge thing for you.

Really now? How much of a thing?

You’ll see tonight ;)

Then she put her phone on her bed and walked across her bedroom to the bathroom and got ready for a shower.

~

Caroline sat on the sofa with Naomi and Nic watching The Boondock Saints. Carrie had a full mouth of popcorn when there was a knock at the door.

“Shit Brad’s here.”

Carrie through a mouth full of popcorn. Nic laughed and got up and walked across the room opening the door.

“So I’m guessing your Marchand?”

“Yeah and you are?”

Carrie tried to chew as fast as she could so she could end the awarkedness of Nic and Brab talking.

“I’m Nic. Carrie-Bear’s roommates fiancee. No worries. Carrie your piece of man meat is here!”

Carrie got up off of the sofa and glared at Nic the whole way walking over to the door. She noticed that the whole walk over Brad, that he looking at her the whole way.

“Sorry about him. He’s kinda an asshole.”

She told Brad when she stood next to Nic, putting her elbow on his shoulder.

“You love me. Nice to meet you Brad.”

“You too Nic.”

“Bring her home safely Marchand! And use protection!”

Namoi yelled from the sofa. Nic laughed and Carrie rolled her eyes.

“And that’s his lovely fiancee. Bye guys.”

“Bye Carrie! Remember if he doesn’t offer don’t do it! It’ll make you look like a whore!”

Carrie rolled her eyes and grabbed her black peacoat off the the hanger and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Brad just looked at her with a confused face at what she was guessing was Naomi's last words before she left.

“She meant giving you a blow job.”

She told him as she put her coat on. Brad just smirked at her.

“Well I’ll let you know that the offer is on the table.By the way you look amazing.”

Carrie smirked right back at him as they walked down the hall.

“Why thank you. And I’ll be sure to remember that.”

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Notes

I know it's short but it's a filler till I can think of what I'm going to have this evening going to play out.

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