Training Miller

When Dan told me that I was going to Chicago for the stadium game, I was so excited. We would be there for a few days which meant I would get to see my friends and my family was driving up for the game. The only problem is that Beau wouldn't be joining me.
He had to stay back and keep up with the workouts so he'd be able to start playing sometime this season. I don't think he was happy about that, but I would only be gone for a little while and we had been together almost every day since I got back from Sochi.
"Any plans for while you're there?" Beau asked as I finished packing before heading to Dan's.
"Yeah. I will get to see my friends and my parents are driving up for it. I think my brother is actually coming up too."
"Sounds like fun," he stopped me in front of him and pressed his forehead to mine, "But I don't want you to leave."
"I'll be back in less than a week. You've had longer trips before."
"I know, but I was the one leaving and playing hockey."
"So that makes it okay?" He smiled and nodded his head, "Of course it does. I'll see you in a just few days. I think you'll survive with me."
I kissed his forehead and grabbed my coat, only to have him grab onto my hips and pull me into his lap.
"But what if I get lonely.." Beau started to lightly suck on my neck, knowing very well what he was doing.
"What are you getting at?"
"You know what I'm thinking of.." His lips started trailing down my collar bone.
"Fine. Make it quick. Dan will kill me if I'm late."
I ended up having to drive myself to the airport, but that wasn't a huge deal. I just told Dan I was running a bit late and he was pretty understanding.. Until some of his players decided to make comments.
"Nice sex hair," Neal told me, making Fleury laugh. I rolled my eyes and threw my backpack down on the empty seat next to mine.
"Was it at least good?" Brandon asked. I thought about how I wanted to reply for a minute, going with the more conservative approach.
"Do you really want to know about how great your teammate is in bed?" After that, the questions and comments died down.
The family skate that night was one of the best parts about going to this game. I got to play with the little kids and push my sister over. We both ended up on the ice, but it was so worth it. Then she found a certain Finnish boy to help her skate. I didn't even try to hook them up, he just found her.
It was surprisingly cute.
As for me, I had a one on one conversation with Sid. He seemed to tell me everything and anything. I didn't need to know about the girls he brought home, but it was adorable when he would talk about his mother.
"How hard is it knowing that your best friend doesn't play for the team you work for anymore?"
"It's horrible," I admitted, "Because I love Patrick and Brandon, really. Jonny too, I guess. But I feel like I'm a bigger part of this team than I was with Chicago."
"We have the better captain anyway," He smirked.
"When it comes to captains, I'm more of an Avs kinda girl."
"He's younger than you."
"He's prettier than me too."
He started laughing at my comment, " He's a weird one," neither of us could deny that Landeskog was prettier than me. He's prettier than most girls.
Losing the game put most if the guys in a bad mood, but I knew most of the Chicago boys would be up for fun, or at least up for going out with me. I called up Pat and Shaw, seeing what they were up to. I was told to meet them at the bar we all used to hang out at in 20 minutes, but I'd probably be there in 40. That's why I made someone pick me up.
"Took you long enough," Pat greeted me when I opened up the door to my hotel room.
"Yeah well, maybe I wanted to look nice tonight," I slipped on my heels and left the room. I gave an extra room key to Brandon and left with only my phone and the small clutch my mom got me for my birthday. Pat handed me a couple tiny bottles of liquor and the taste of tequila overwhelmed me. I will never get used to that. This was going to be an interesting night.
The next morning, I woke up clinging to Jon's body. Before I could realize what was going on, someone opened the door.
"What the fuck, Toews?" Patrick yelled, making my head hurt even more. The person next to me shot up.
"What's going on?"
"You fucked Drew! You know how I feel about her," Tazer got out of the bed and walked over to the other side of it.
I froze where I was. I cheated on Beau. I pretty much cheated on Patrick too. My best friend had backed the captain of his team up against the wall, yelling about betrayal.
"Patrick, listen for a minute!" Jonathan screamed back and pushed him away, "We didn't have sex, okay? We just ended up in bed together."
"Right. That's so believable," Pat rolled his eyes, not believing his teammate. I wouldn't either, Jon is somewhat sketchy when it comes to things like this.
"Okay. Don't believe me. But is that something Drew would do to you and her boyfriend? She loves you and there's no way she would ever do something like that to betray you. You can go ahead and think that I would do something like that, but don't you dare think she would."
Patrick stopped for a minute, trying to think of what Jon had just said. He looked over at me and his eyes were filled with pain and it was all because of me. How could I do something like that to my best friend?
"Fuck," I cursed and fell back on the many pillows Jonny had on his bed.
"Whoa. Since when does Drew drop f bombs?" He looked amazed at what had just came out of my mouth.
"Since Drew just messed up big time," I covered my eyes with my forearm. Trying to explain this one to Beau would be interesting to say the least.
"Nothing happened, Drew. I promise. You were drunk but I wasn't.. Okay. Maybe I was a little intoxicated but not enough to sleep with Patrick Kane's best friend and Beau Bennett's girlfriend."
I was relieved to hear him say that. I figured he wouldn't lie to me when it came to something this serious. I realized how hungover I was when my phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I didn't check to see who it was.
"Where the hell are you, Miller?" Brandon's voice came through my speaker. I cringed at how loud it was.
"I'm at Jonny's. Why? What's going on?"
"We leave in two hours and you're no where to be found," He was upset, I could tell. I didn't know why he was making this such a bid deal though.
"I told Danny I was going out with Jon and them. I'm sure he assumed that if I wasn't in my hotel room, I would be at either Saad's, Kane's, Shaw's or Toew's house. He's obviously not too worried if he hasn't called me yet," I would know if I was in trouble with my uncle. He would probably hunt me down and lecture me about smart choices.
Or he would have my mom do it and I'm not sure which is worse.
"Get back here in 45 minutes or you're in trouble."
"Aye aye captain," I said before hanging up the phone. I'm not sure why he was so upset that I wasn't at the hotel. Maybe it's because I missed team breakfast. Hopefully I won't get scratched next game..
I gathered my clothes and put them on before going to find Jon. He couldn't have gone far, but my body made it seem like I walked miles to the kitchen.
"Care to bring me to my hotel?"
"Sure, just let me grab a sweater."
We hopped into his car and were off to the hotel. We stayed silent for most of the ride. The only time he spoke was when he pulled up to the hotel entry.
"I promise you that nothing happened. Patrick will come to terms with what happened."
"Yeah. But what am I supposed to tell Beau? 'Oh, by the way. When I was in Chicago, I went out with the Blackhawks but I didn't end up in bed with Patrick. This time it was Jonny. Nothing happened though!' That's going to go well," I held my head in my hands. There wasn't anything I could do to make myself feel a little better about this.
"Just be honest with him. That's all guys want."
"Thanks Jon," I leaned over the console to hug him, "Good luck with the rest of your games."
Luckily, I still had my hotel key and everything I brought out with me the night before. I slipped out of my dress and put on a pair of sweats, pulling my hair up into a messy bun. I realized that the only shirt I had with me was dirty. I shrugged and threw on the Pens sweatshirt I had taken from Beau.
Just as I finished dressing, Brandon came in my room.
"What did you do last night?" He didn't seem to be upset about me not being in the hotel anymore.
"You cannot tell anyone until I talk to Beau, okay?" He nodded, signaling me to go on with my story, "I went out with Jonny, Patrick, and Brandon and ended up in bed with Toews this morning. Kane thought we slept together, but we didn't. Now he's pissed at the both of us and yeah. There's a reason I don't drink tequila."
"Looks like you have yourself a mess."
"Ya don't say."
"Time to go, you two," Sid popped his head into my room.
I found my seat on the plane, put in my ear buds and turned up the volume. I was dreading the conversation I would be having with Beau as soon as we landed. I could tell Neal was going to have another smart ass comment, but the fact that I looked like shit made the words stay in his mouth.
"Hey babe," Beau leaned down to kiss my forehead and I bured my face in his chest, taking in his scent.
I distanced myself from him and could see Brandon looking our way. I took a deep breath and told him we needed to talk.
"Okay, at your place?"
"Sure."
I knew he already thought I slept with Kane. If your girlfriend came back from a roadtrip where she knew she would be hanging out with her best friend and the first thing she said was 'We need to talk' you had to know something went down and why not assume the worst?
"I went out with Saad, Toews, and Kane last night. Well, most of the guys were there, but those were the three I was with most of the night. I woke up this morning.."
"And you were in Kane's bed?" He snapped.
"No," I laughed, "I was in Jonny's."
"So you fucked Toews?" He clenched his jaw. It started to worry me. I never saw Beau get angry over anything but hockey and I didn't want the first time to be because he thought I cheated on him.
"Nothing happened, Beau. Let me finish my goddamn story. I just woke up in Jon's bed and Patrick found us and now he's pissed. I just wanted to tell you before you heard any stupid rumors."
He just stood there, staring at me with hurt eyes. I didn't even do anything horrible, but I hurt two of the most important people in my life within five hours.
"Thanks for being honest, I guess."
"I understand why you don't believe me."
"I believe you," he laughed to himself, showing a crooked smile, "We can be so dysfunctional sometimes."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't trade it for anything," I looked up at him as he stepped closer.
"I'm still mad at you though," he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth.
"Yeah sure seems like it."
"I decided I'm not cooking you dinner anymore."
"Oh darn. My loss," I laughed and pushed him away from me.
"Hey. Maybe I've been getting lessons from Martin and I'm actually kinda good now," I gave him a questioning look. I didn't believe him, but when he wasn't giving in I realized he wasn't lying.
"Oh my gosh. You started cooking just for me?"
He nodded and I threw my arms around his neck.
"You're so cute."
"I'm still not cooking for you tonight."

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