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Stay, Stay, Stay

Chapter Four

The next two home games followed a similar fashion to the first. Injuries were minimal, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises, and the Penguins on their way to being the team to beat that season. I was getting more comfortable with my new surroundings each day, the team continued to welcome me and I was beginning to understand their peculiar dynamics and camaraderie.

The night before my first road trip I sat in my apartment trying to figure out what to pack. My best friend and roommate Serena lay on my bedroom floor while Luna, our black, high energy, cat chewed on the ends of her long blonde hair.
“How long are you gone for?” Serena asked as I riffled through my closet.
“A week or so” I replied, jumping to reach a sweater that was on the top shelf. “We’re flying into Philly tomorrow then from there we go to New York to play the Rangers and the Islanders then we fly to Buffalo.”
“Wow,” She sat up, shaking Luna from off of her hair. “That sounds intense. Are you excited?
“Yeah, I guess,” I put the sweater I was reaching for in my suitcase. “I’m kind of nervous to be honest”
“Why?” Luna meowed and climbed onto Serena’s lap.
“No idea,” I moved over to my dresser and looked through my pants. “I’m just not sure what to expect, and I’m going to be spending a week with a bunch of guys I hardly know.” I pulled out two pairs of jeans and threw them on top of the sweater. I had spent some time thinking about what I would pack and decided to play it cool, opting for jeans and sweaters over my usual dresses and high waisted skirts. Not only would it be easier to pack but I didn’t want to come across as high maintenance, although I suspected the people around me had better things to worry about than what their medic girl was wearing.
“Are you going to call Millie?” Millie was part of my not so distant past. We’d dated on and off for four years while in university. We met at a party when I first moved to Philadelphia, I was twenty and had just finished my first degree in New Brunswick. I walked into the party with a guy who was good friends with my brother Andrew, who was also living in Philadelphia, and within ten minutes Millie and I were deep in conversation. Her big blue eyes and curly red hair caught my eye immediately, I was soon captivated by her energy and the curve of her hips, her breasts and the dimples that appeared when she smiled. Making her smile became my main goal that night. The reward for my hard work was her phone number and one life altering kiss, the kind that makes everything around you stop and the only thing that matters is the lips of the person you’re lucky enough to be touching. After that night started dating, making it official after only a month of knowing each other. Everything about her intrigued me, from her political views to the way she bit her lip when she was trying to concentrate. Six months after making it official I got accepted to Penn State and Millie moved to University Park with me. It was the first time I’d lived with someone I was dating, and at first it was wonderful. I went to classes and she got a job a law firm. We’d come home, eat dinner, smoke weed, make love, and do it all again the next day. I can’t pin point a single event that marked our demise as a couple, but we slowly started drifting away, I’d skip dinner to study at the library, leaving her home alone. Soon she’d stop coming home after work and crawl into bed after I was long asleep. We broke up before Christmas of my first year and got back together in April. Following the same cycle as before we broke up again in January of my second year, together again in August. Each time we broke up she’d sleep at a different friends’ house and I’d wonder if it was worth all the hassle. Months later amnesia would hit and we’d wonder why we ever broke up, vowing to be better this time. The finale to our relationship saga came a month before I graduated from Penn State. Things had been rocky for a while and we amicably decided to part ways and call it quits. Shortly after I moved to Pittsburgh and the last I’d heard she moved back to Philadelphia.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” I replied.
“Right,” Serena laughed. “You’d probably end up bringing her home with you.”
“Probably,” I smiled trying to imagine Geno’s reaction to Millie and I. “I think I’ll stick with seeing my brother if I have time.”
“Feel free to bring him home with you,” Serena winked and stood up, pushing Luna off of her lap and earning an angry meow. Serena had a long running crush on the youngest of my older brothers that had never exactly gone anywhere, much to her dismay.
“I’ll work on that.” I opened my underwear drawer. “Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” If anyone knew the status of any of my brothers’ relationships it was Serena, her Facebook stalking was worth of the NYPD.
“They broke up, which makes this a prime opportunity for me to mend his broken heart with a long, exhausting night of sweaty...”
“Enough!” I interrupted her, covering my ears with my hands.
“Oh come on, you’re telling me that if Andy wasn’t your brother you wouldn’t get up in that?” Her experience as an only child made it hard for her to imagine how disturbing that question was.
“Please stop talking,” I stared at her in disbelief.
“Fine,” she sighed. “Don’t forget to pack something a little sexier, I mean you’re about to go away for a week with a bunch of hot men, including one of the country’s most eligible bachelors.” She went into my closet and pulled out a tight fitting black dress with a square, low cut neck and a hemline that feel a few inches above my knee. It wasn’t something I wore often, but it was easily the sexist thing in my closet.
“I’m not packing that.” I rolled my eyes at her, “besides, when would I wear it anyway?”
“You think they don’t go out after the games?” She laughed, taking the dress off of the hanger and folding it.
“So what if they do? I’m not going to be invited.” I took the folded dress from her.
“Of course you will! You’re the only woman going with them,” She took the dress back from my hands. “Besides, it sounds like the like you.” She placed the dress in my suitcase and went to my underwear drawer.
“I said they were nice, not that they wanted to get under my dress.” I cried.
“Bea, every guy wants to get under your dress, in fact so do most girls.” She pulled out a pair of black lace boy shorts and a matching bra that I saved for special occasions.
“While you’re doing wonders for my ego, I’d appreciate if you stopped putting the most uncomfortable but sexiest of my underwear in suitcase. The suitcase I am taking on a work trip.” I watched her drop in a few pairs of silk underwear and a pushup bra.
“You’ll thank me.” She winked and went over to my night stand, opening the top drawer and pulling out a handful of condoms from the jar I kept just in case. I shook my head and continued gathering clothes I would actually wear as she slipped the condoms down the side of my suitcase.

We boarded the plane at 10am the next morning. Most of the players were dressed in business wear carrying smaller suitcases. I silently praised myself for wearing my normal game wear instead of the tempting yoga pants I had considered. My suitcase on the other hand was far bigger than the rest, it was also the only pink one boarded on the plane.
“You pack for monthlong adventure?” Evgeni teased when I arrived at our private terminal
“It takes a lot of work to look this good,” I laughed.
“You pack dancing shoes? We show you the best clubs in all cities.” He leaned against the wall next to me.
“You’re going to go to a night club in Philly?” I asked raising one eyebrow. As a Flyers fan I was well aware of the rivalry between the two teams. Although the city wasn’t as dangerous as its reputation would lead one to believe.
“I show you night of your life,” he winked. Before I could respond Sidney joined us, he was wearing a light blue dress shirt and dark grey slacks, his hair was in its usual tousled state, but he looked more attractive than ever.
“Sid!” Geno greeted him. “I tell Bea all about plan to show her town.” He explained.
“Oh yeah?” Sid chuckled. “How does Beatrice feel about that?” He turned to me smiling, my stomach fluttered.
“I was just about to tell Geno that I could probably show him a thing or two about Philly.” I replied, smirking. “I lived there for awhile, my brother is still there actually.”
“Oh no!” Geno gasped. “You not Flyers fan?” He glared at me, eyes narrowing. I kept my mouth shut and smiled at both of them.
“That’s unfortunate,” Sid laughed. “But I guess we’ll just have to show you who is the better team tonight.”
“So not sexy,” Geno scolded me.
I smiled and took in the two large men standing infront of me. It was going to be an interesting week.

Notes

Things are picking up speed over here!

Comments

This was so good!!! I was in tears at the end when thinking about Sid retiring haha

Court31 Court31
2/17/21

Beautiful story.

Aleja21 Aleja21
10/29/18

This story was great and very relatable because of the beliefs that Bea and I share. You really captured the struggle of being in a relationship and making a marriage work. Keep up the good work and don't stop writing. :)

RoxPensChick RoxPensChick
9/17/17

@melindaone
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! Thanks for sticking through and reading :D :D



TheoAirplane TheoAirplane
9/11/17

Well, that was sooo good. I loved their story. I still do. Their love, strenght, humor..this all made me fall in love. So thank you for a chance to be a part of K.C. family.

melindaone melindaone
9/8/17