Proving Everyone Wrong
Fourteen
Meg's POV
Over the next couple of days I moved all my stuff into my apartment and struggled to not to get lost too badly in the windy city. On the first day of training camp I walked into the locker room and got attacked by Patrick Kane.
“How are you!? I’m so relieved you’re playing with us and not against us.” He was talking a million miles a minute while he disentangled himself from around me.
“Hi I’m the other Patrick, the less annoying of the two. Patrick Sharp.” He stuck out his hand to me and I shook it. Just then two other players came up to introduce themselves.
“I’m Andrew Shaw.”
“And I’m Brent Seabrook. Welcome to the team.”
Before I could reply to any of them Jonathan came up from behind me and said, “Let’s all take a step back and not crowd her. You guys are all right up in her face.” the guys suddenly realizing how close they had all gotten to me, each took a step back.
“Much better, it looked like you were all coming in to kill her or something.” Added Jon satisfied.
“So how do you like Chicago?” asked Sharpie.
“Well, the little bit that I’ve seen since I got here has been great.” I replied.
“Hey are you staying with your friend that we met?” asked Kaner.
“Who? Rosie? Nah Rosie’s studying abroad right now so she’s renting her apartment out to some old guy who I’m pretty sure she found on the streets…” I trailed off before shuddering at the thought of the man who she had let stay in her apartment. He was just an all around creepy guy who gave you the vibe that he was a drug dealing, money stealing, drunk who would gladly take advantage of anyone he could get his hands on.
The guys nodded, understanding what didn’t need to be said.
“So where are you saying?” Seabs asked.
“I got an apartment downtown. I said before adding, “currently it’s like walking into a storage unit since there are boxes everywhere and the furniture is pretty much all shoved unceremoniously into one room.”
A couple of the guys laughed, “Well we can come by after practice and help you with that if you like.” added Andrew Shaw. All the guys nodded that they would help.
“Thanks that would be awesome.”
Patrick Kane clapped his hands together, “well its settled then, I’ll pick up food on the way and meet you all there.”
We all went and got ready and headed out onto the ice after that. We went through a bunch of drills and by the time the day was over and we were all walking into the locker room the guys had already come up with a nickname for me.
During a scrimmage Kaner had tried out the nickname “Princess” and I had checked him into the boards so hard that he had sat on the ice for a minute looking at me stunned. When he had yelled, “OUCH!!! What the hell was that for!?” I had simply shrugged and said, “Don’t call me Princess.” A bunch of the guys had laughed but that had ended that nickname pretty fast. The nickname they had come up with for me and their logic behind it was:
Little Red – because our sweaters were RED, I had belonged to the RED Wings, and I’m LITTLE in comparison to everyone else on the team.
Now the group of guys who had volunteered to help me get my apartment in order and I were all standing in the parking garage of the arena next to my car. We were talking over the plan for tonight and what we all wanted Kaner to pick up for dinner and where I live.
“Hey wait a second, Jonny boy don’t you live in the same building?” asked Brent.
I repeated the address and Jon looked at me and said, “Yeah I live on floor 39. How did I not notice you moving in?”
I shrugged, “I spent most of the time in the apartment plus I live on floor 23.” He nodded.
After that we all hopped in our own cars and headed to the building. When we got into the lobby the boys booked it to the elevator and as I got in I could tell why. They were all fighting over who could push the button. They were climbing on top of each other and pushing each other around. I rolled my eyes and reached around sharpie’s head and pushed the button. When they heard the ding they all looked up at me before quickly standing up and acting like nothing had happened. I shook my head laughing and muttered “unbelievable…”
When we got to floor 23 the doors opened and the guys booked it out and down the hall. They didn’t know which one is mine and they all went racing right past it. I stopped in front of 23D and unlocked the door. I stood outside waiting for a minute until the guys realized I was no longer following and turned around racing back down.
When they got into my apartment Andrew let out a low whistle before saying, “You weren’t kidding about it looking like a storage unit.”
The guys started moving furniture and boxes into their appropriate rooms. Just as we had uncovered the table Kaner walked in with the food and we all ate standing around the table. When we were done the guys split up to go put pieces of furniture together. When they were finally done putting everything together I thanked them for their help and said good night.
Jon was the last one to leave and he turned to me as he stood in my doorway. “I can come by tomorrow after camp and help you start to unload your boxes if you like.”
“You don’t have to. Moving is no fun.” I said as I walked towards him.
“I know it’s not which is why I want to help you get it done as soon as possible. I’ll come and help you each day until it’s done and when it’s finally all unpacked I can give you a proper tour of Chicago.” I smiled at him, “Thank you. I’d really like that.”
He grinned down at me as he started out my door, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 7:30 so we can get to the arena on time. I figure since we live in the same building we might as well carpool.” He said as he was walking backwards, facing me, down the hall towards the elevators. I stood in my door watching him go before responding, “See you in the morning Captain.” and shutting my door.
Over the next couple of days I moved all my stuff into my apartment and struggled to not to get lost too badly in the windy city. On the first day of training camp I walked into the locker room and got attacked by Patrick Kane.
“How are you!? I’m so relieved you’re playing with us and not against us.” He was talking a million miles a minute while he disentangled himself from around me.
“Hi I’m the other Patrick, the less annoying of the two. Patrick Sharp.” He stuck out his hand to me and I shook it. Just then two other players came up to introduce themselves.
“I’m Andrew Shaw.”
“And I’m Brent Seabrook. Welcome to the team.”
Before I could reply to any of them Jonathan came up from behind me and said, “Let’s all take a step back and not crowd her. You guys are all right up in her face.” the guys suddenly realizing how close they had all gotten to me, each took a step back.
“Much better, it looked like you were all coming in to kill her or something.” Added Jon satisfied.
“So how do you like Chicago?” asked Sharpie.
“Well, the little bit that I’ve seen since I got here has been great.” I replied.
“Hey are you staying with your friend that we met?” asked Kaner.
“Who? Rosie? Nah Rosie’s studying abroad right now so she’s renting her apartment out to some old guy who I’m pretty sure she found on the streets…” I trailed off before shuddering at the thought of the man who she had let stay in her apartment. He was just an all around creepy guy who gave you the vibe that he was a drug dealing, money stealing, drunk who would gladly take advantage of anyone he could get his hands on.
The guys nodded, understanding what didn’t need to be said.
“So where are you saying?” Seabs asked.
“I got an apartment downtown. I said before adding, “currently it’s like walking into a storage unit since there are boxes everywhere and the furniture is pretty much all shoved unceremoniously into one room.”
A couple of the guys laughed, “Well we can come by after practice and help you with that if you like.” added Andrew Shaw. All the guys nodded that they would help.
“Thanks that would be awesome.”
Patrick Kane clapped his hands together, “well its settled then, I’ll pick up food on the way and meet you all there.”
We all went and got ready and headed out onto the ice after that. We went through a bunch of drills and by the time the day was over and we were all walking into the locker room the guys had already come up with a nickname for me.
During a scrimmage Kaner had tried out the nickname “Princess” and I had checked him into the boards so hard that he had sat on the ice for a minute looking at me stunned. When he had yelled, “OUCH!!! What the hell was that for!?” I had simply shrugged and said, “Don’t call me Princess.” A bunch of the guys had laughed but that had ended that nickname pretty fast. The nickname they had come up with for me and their logic behind it was:
Little Red – because our sweaters were RED, I had belonged to the RED Wings, and I’m LITTLE in comparison to everyone else on the team.
Now the group of guys who had volunteered to help me get my apartment in order and I were all standing in the parking garage of the arena next to my car. We were talking over the plan for tonight and what we all wanted Kaner to pick up for dinner and where I live.
“Hey wait a second, Jonny boy don’t you live in the same building?” asked Brent.
I repeated the address and Jon looked at me and said, “Yeah I live on floor 39. How did I not notice you moving in?”
I shrugged, “I spent most of the time in the apartment plus I live on floor 23.” He nodded.
After that we all hopped in our own cars and headed to the building. When we got into the lobby the boys booked it to the elevator and as I got in I could tell why. They were all fighting over who could push the button. They were climbing on top of each other and pushing each other around. I rolled my eyes and reached around sharpie’s head and pushed the button. When they heard the ding they all looked up at me before quickly standing up and acting like nothing had happened. I shook my head laughing and muttered “unbelievable…”
When we got to floor 23 the doors opened and the guys booked it out and down the hall. They didn’t know which one is mine and they all went racing right past it. I stopped in front of 23D and unlocked the door. I stood outside waiting for a minute until the guys realized I was no longer following and turned around racing back down.
When they got into my apartment Andrew let out a low whistle before saying, “You weren’t kidding about it looking like a storage unit.”
The guys started moving furniture and boxes into their appropriate rooms. Just as we had uncovered the table Kaner walked in with the food and we all ate standing around the table. When we were done the guys split up to go put pieces of furniture together. When they were finally done putting everything together I thanked them for their help and said good night.
Jon was the last one to leave and he turned to me as he stood in my doorway. “I can come by tomorrow after camp and help you start to unload your boxes if you like.”
“You don’t have to. Moving is no fun.” I said as I walked towards him.
“I know it’s not which is why I want to help you get it done as soon as possible. I’ll come and help you each day until it’s done and when it’s finally all unpacked I can give you a proper tour of Chicago.” I smiled at him, “Thank you. I’d really like that.”
He grinned down at me as he started out my door, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 7:30 so we can get to the arena on time. I figure since we live in the same building we might as well carpool.” He said as he was walking backwards, facing me, down the hall towards the elevators. I stood in my door watching him go before responding, “See you in the morning Captain.” and shutting my door.
Notes
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2/7/15