Alive [CONTINUED]

Jeff sat on his plane, staring over his little city that he was close to landing in. It was bad he was back. Him being back meant the tryout didn't go as planned. It meant they didn't like him. It meant he wasn't on the team. It also meant he could come back to Felicia.

Sure, she despised him currently, but there was no way she'd hold it to him if he came back and told her he was cut. Felicia could be mean, at times, but she wasn't cold hearted like she played out. Especially not when it came to jeff. She never had been. He was like that secret soft spot she had. Not a well kept secret, mind you, since many people were aware of how much of a soft spot he was for her.

The plane slowly started to lower even more. The wheels hit the run way with a thud as they landed. Jeff was holding back a wide smile. He was more than happy to be home. He checked his phone for the time. Felicia wouldn't be out of school for another half hour. That gave Jeff time to get home and think of a way to talk to her. He let the plane clear out before he grabbed his carry on and walked off.

His mom was waiting at the luggage claim for him. She frowned as he walked over, pulling him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, tightly, while he held her without as much force. He saw people smirking at him and he rolled his eyes. So be it if he was a Mama's Boy.

She let go and he stood with her waiting. She knew he hadn't made the team, but nothing more was said about it. She held onto his upper arm as the machine began to move. His equipment came out first. He excused himself past people and grabbed it. His suitcase wasn't far behind so he kept himself squeezed in. Once he had them both, Mother Skinner led him to their car.
Jeff could have sworn she was driving her slowest on purpose. They weren't talking, the traffic wasn't bad, she was just driving thirty. He let out an exasperated sigh, earning himself a look. She furrowed her brows at him as he slid down in his seat. She shook her head.

"You're very over dramatic, Jeffrey." She chuckled.

"You're a very slow driver, mother." He retaliated.

"I'm going the speed limit." She defended.

He leaned over to look at the dash. "Speed limit's fifty, mom. You're barely going thirty." He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" She asked.

"I need to go see Felicia." He explained.

"Trying to win her back, huh?" She teased.

He nodded. "Yeah, I actually am."

She frowned again. "Well, I guess I should hurry back."

Felicia got home. She threw her bag down and went straight into the kitchen. She dug through the fridge and finally found the red Powerade she had hid from her brothers. She chugged it in three gulps. She tossed the bottle as she walked to the living room. She sprawled out on the couch. She turned the TV and got comfortable. The doorbell rang and she let out the loudest and longest growl she ever had. She slowly got up and dragged herself to the door. She whipped it open.

"Hello." She hissed before she looked. She froze when she met his eyes. "What?"

"Hey." Jeff chuckled.

"I thought you w,"

"No! No way!" Jordie yelled from his car. Jamie growled as he chased his older brother. "Felicia, go upstairs. I'll make Skinner eat his words."

"Jordie, stop." She whined.

"Go upstairs!" He yelled.

She frowned at Jeff before she turned on her heel and did as told. Jordie stomped over to Jeff. He was terrified. Jordie stepped in front of him, barely any space between them. Jeff swallowed hard.

"Go home and stay away from my sister." Jordie said through gritted teeth.

"Jordie, give it a fucking rest." Jamie shook his head.

"No! He's a d,"

"Fuck off. You know Jeff's one of the best guy's Felicia's gonna find. You're just an asshole." Jamie rolled his eyes and shoved Jordie in the door. "Go upstairs and talk to her, man."

Jeff nodded and shook Jamie's hand. He walked up the stairs. He stopped in front of her door. He could hear music playing. He took a deep breath before he pushed the door open. She looked up at him. Her brows were furrowed and she looked angry. He closed the door behind himself and walked over to her bed. He sat on the end of it.

"Talk," She said as she paused her music. "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." He nodded.

"I mean here, Jeff. Why aren't you out west?" She crossed her arms.

"I needed to come talk to you." He stated as he turned to face her. "I need you to know that I don't want to choose between you or hockey. I want you and I want to play."

"I don't want to be some distraction for you while you're off playing." She explained. "I don't want you to even think of me. Just do hockey."

"I think about you more than anything." He told her. She rolled down and looked at her lap. "I have a confession."

She looked up. "What?"

"I bombed my tryout purposely just to stay with you." He said, a smirk on his face.

Her jaw dropped and she shoved him. He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him. She looked up at him with a glare on her face. He stared down before he pressed his lips to hers. She moved closer as the kiss deepened. It slowed and they pulled apart.

"I love you." Jeff mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you." He repeated.

Felicia smiled, kissing him again. "I love you too." She said against his lips.

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