Part of the Team (ON HOLD)

Brendan was right, the food was good. Though I barely had time to eat much, since all the guys asked me four hundred questions. They asked me about everything. There was a lot of chirping and sad stories on my end. When side conversations or playful arguments about my answers erupted, I ate as much as I could before I had another question fired at me. Some were innocent, like my favorite color, while others were heavy, like if I had any memories of my parents. I wasn’t afraid to answer those questions; I was essentially thrown into their tight-knit family, so they deserved to know.

We must have spent close to two hours in there. The losers paid as the rest of us filed out. Carey grabbed my hand.

“You’re really good for him.” He said. I looked at him in confusion. He glanced over my head at the doors.

“I mean…I see the way he looks at you. He really loves you Lizzie. The guys have all noticed. He so much more happy at practice…if that’s possible.” He cracked a grin and I laughed. His eyes darted over my head again. “Just know that he doesn’t regret this.” He finished quickly, poking me in the chest. I turned around, smiling at Peter, and he threw an arm around my shoulders. I looked at Carey to see an I-told-you-so expression. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Bidding most of the guys goodbye, I piled into a car with Josh, Larry, PK, Prusty, Max, and Peter. Patches decided to tag along at the last minute. Josh said Maggie would meet us there, saying we were gonna need two cars. I had never been shopping like this before, I was somewhat excited.


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I HATED SHOPPING.

I mean, it was cool; I got a ton of new stuff, anywhere from just new jeans, to a flat iron, to heels that I would probably never wear. I mean, we got so. Many. Clothes. But after a while, I just wanted to sleep. My feet hurt and I was hungry. Around three hours had passed when Max and I spotted a game store. We dumped our bags with the other guys before dashing inside like small children. We spend half an hour in there. I found out none of them had played Just Dance, which I changed immediately. We – well, HE – bought three different JD games, along with a new N64 controller that wasn’t broken. Maggie eventually found us and dragged us out. An hour later, we had moved on to finding clothes for the guys. Two hours later, and we were done.

I sat on the couch in the living room, surrounded by shopping bags. It was a little before nine at night. I didn’t have the energy to move anymore. On the way home, Peter and I stopped at a little pizza place to eat. I loved walking in and seeing peoples’ faces. Everyone came by and asked for an autograph or a picture. I photo bombed quite a few of them. A lot of people gave me curious glances, but didn’t question Peter.

I didn’t feel like putting the clothes away in my room, and Peter didn’t feel like hauling them all up the stairs. So here they sat, on the couch. Drowning me. I groaned.

“What?” Peter asked from the kitchen, amusement in his voice. I heard footsteps as he walked around the couch. He laughed at my appearance. I groaned again.

“I need to go take a shower…but…” I stuck my arms out, opening and closing my hands. Keeping his smile, Peter stepped around multiple bags to help me up. He led me upstairs to the hall. Opening the second door on the right, he showed me my bathroom. His was attached to his room. Telling me where the towels and such were, he kissed my head and shut the door. I stared at the blush and ridiculous grin on my face in the mirror. Undressing and wrapping my casted arm in a plastic bag, I stepped into the warm shower.


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“I may or may not have used all the water in this apartment.” I said as I padded into Peter’s room. I had thrown on some new shorts Maggie bought for me, and a Habs shirt to match my damp hair. He laughed.

“I don’t mind.” He replied as he lounged on the bed, watching the highlights of an earlier game between Nashville and Phoenix. I jumped next to him to watch.

“Do you have practice tomorrow?” I asked after a bit.

“Optional, but I’m going.” He replied. “It’s early, you can come if you want to.” We lapsed into silence again. Eventually, the highlights ended and I yawned, getting up. Peter followed, and pulled me in for a hug. Kissing my forehead, he said goodnight. I made my way across the hall and into my new room, curling under the covers.


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Peter’s POV:

I couldn’t sleep, and it was really pissing me off. I had and early practice tomorrow, but here I was, still awake at midnight.

I heard muffled footsteps and my door opening. In the dark, I could barely make out a small figure in the doorway.

“Peter?” There was a pause. “I can’t sleep either.” she whispered. Wordlessly, I rolled over and flipped the covers back. She shut the door and silently made her way to my bed. I felt her climb in, and cuddle to my side. Pressing her back to my side, she used my shoulder as her pillow. I laid on my back and laid my hand on her side. Resting my lips on her head, I held her tight.

Her breathing quieted, and I felt her relax. Assuming she was asleep, I laid my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.

“I love you.” I heard a sleepy mumble. Opening my eyes again, I started at the ceiling in slight shock. Looking down, I could barely make out the delicate shape snuggled with me. I pressed one last kiss to her head.

“I love you too.”

Notes

sorry its so short. more content next chapter. im reeeaaallllly sorry its so short, but its cute, so i guess it balances out :D

im tired

look my notes aren't that long

SLEEP