Do It Dallas
Chapter 2 - NOW
NOW
Sitting on the plane on his flight to a new state. He kicked his foot against the sit infront of him, having an old lady turn around and start chewing his ear off saying how it was so inconsiderate of him to be throwing his feet around like that. He mumbled a sorry, but he knew better then anyone that his apologizes were useless. Pushing his earphones into his ears and turning his music up the loudest it could go, he tried to not think about leaving Boston. He had barely been there 3 years, and to think of leaving the place he called home made his blood boil. He knew the things he did was wrong, but he couldn’t help that he loved to party. It wasn’t always in his nature, but becoming apart of NHL changed him into a different person. Playing hockey was his dream, and Boston was a great team but he had just ruined his great chances with a great team. He had one the bloody Stanley Cup and took is as not a big deal. He was foolish, and he knew that now more then ever. But he was lucky he was still playing professional hockey with the stupid things he had been doing. He was surprised Dallas even wanted him with the reputation he had. Its Dallas he thought they have nothing to loose. The plane took off, and he closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look out the window and see the place he loved so dearly fly past him. His time in Boston flew by him as quickly as the plane took off, and within minutes he was in the sky and being shipped out to the country city of Dallas. Dallas he grumbled to himself what the hell sort of place is Dallas. Do they even have clubs in Dallas?! He tried to push the thoughts out of his head, negativity was something that got him sent out of Boston, he wasn’t going to let the negativity affect his career again. He pushed his eye lids closed, and focused solely on the music playing in his ears. It was the only thing that could keep him sane right now. Music and his mom. His mom was the first best thing to calming him down, she always knew the right things to say, and she was very sympathic to him with the news of the trade. He could tell she was disappointed, wishing he didn’t always have to screw things up. She wouldn’t ever tell him that though, so she stuck with just being the supportive mother, telling him that Dallas would open new opportunities for him and it could be a lot of fun.
The plane ride was only 3 hours, so after shuffling through almost his entire music library twice, they landed in Dallas. He grabbed his carry on bag from the overhead storage and avoided eye contact with the old lady, whose seat he had kicked in frustration. Someone looking at him would instantly think bad boy. He looked as bad as you could get, and he was as bad as you could get. One whole arm was covered in tattoos, his head hung low covered with a Boston bruins hat and his face had weeks of stumble gathering together to create a fairly thick beard. He wore dark jeans and a black V-neck shirt, which held his muscly body tightly in place. Getting off the plane, he walked through the airport he wasn’t very familiar with and grabbed majority of his suitcases. A lot of his stuff had already been moved over from his apartment in Boston and he had gotten his agent to pick out a suitable place for him. He wasn’t fussy, he just wanted it to be good for parties, his favorite thing to do other then playing hockey. Unfortunately, his two favorite hobbies clashed often, and when partying got to much it interfered with his hockey. They were both things he loved, but they were very different. He had grown up with hockey, and didn’t necessarily grow up with partying. Hockey was also his career; his lifestyle and source of money. Partying was defiantly not a career; although he had managed to make it a lifestyle and cost him money instead of being a source. Either way he knew things had to change. He wheeled his suitcases behind him and through the not-so busy airport. Boston airport was busy majority of the time, but this place only had a few scattered people. It was the early morning, maybe that explained it. His agent had organized everything possible, so he stood in the rental car pick up place and waited only a few minutes for a nice BMW to pull up to him. He took his time putting his bags in since a BMW wasn’t the most practical car for moving multiple items of luggage. He slammed the back when everything had eventually been piled in. He put the address of the new complex he would be living at into the GPS and it gave him the directions of where he would be going. His agent had told him it wasn’t far from the rink, and in the heart of Dallas. The heart of Dallas, which he would now call his home. It was no Boston, but it would do.
Sitting on the plane on his flight to a new state. He kicked his foot against the sit infront of him, having an old lady turn around and start chewing his ear off saying how it was so inconsiderate of him to be throwing his feet around like that. He mumbled a sorry, but he knew better then anyone that his apologizes were useless. Pushing his earphones into his ears and turning his music up the loudest it could go, he tried to not think about leaving Boston. He had barely been there 3 years, and to think of leaving the place he called home made his blood boil. He knew the things he did was wrong, but he couldn’t help that he loved to party. It wasn’t always in his nature, but becoming apart of NHL changed him into a different person. Playing hockey was his dream, and Boston was a great team but he had just ruined his great chances with a great team. He had one the bloody Stanley Cup and took is as not a big deal. He was foolish, and he knew that now more then ever. But he was lucky he was still playing professional hockey with the stupid things he had been doing. He was surprised Dallas even wanted him with the reputation he had. Its Dallas he thought they have nothing to loose. The plane took off, and he closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look out the window and see the place he loved so dearly fly past him. His time in Boston flew by him as quickly as the plane took off, and within minutes he was in the sky and being shipped out to the country city of Dallas. Dallas he grumbled to himself what the hell sort of place is Dallas. Do they even have clubs in Dallas?! He tried to push the thoughts out of his head, negativity was something that got him sent out of Boston, he wasn’t going to let the negativity affect his career again. He pushed his eye lids closed, and focused solely on the music playing in his ears. It was the only thing that could keep him sane right now. Music and his mom. His mom was the first best thing to calming him down, she always knew the right things to say, and she was very sympathic to him with the news of the trade. He could tell she was disappointed, wishing he didn’t always have to screw things up. She wouldn’t ever tell him that though, so she stuck with just being the supportive mother, telling him that Dallas would open new opportunities for him and it could be a lot of fun.
The plane ride was only 3 hours, so after shuffling through almost his entire music library twice, they landed in Dallas. He grabbed his carry on bag from the overhead storage and avoided eye contact with the old lady, whose seat he had kicked in frustration. Someone looking at him would instantly think bad boy. He looked as bad as you could get, and he was as bad as you could get. One whole arm was covered in tattoos, his head hung low covered with a Boston bruins hat and his face had weeks of stumble gathering together to create a fairly thick beard. He wore dark jeans and a black V-neck shirt, which held his muscly body tightly in place. Getting off the plane, he walked through the airport he wasn’t very familiar with and grabbed majority of his suitcases. A lot of his stuff had already been moved over from his apartment in Boston and he had gotten his agent to pick out a suitable place for him. He wasn’t fussy, he just wanted it to be good for parties, his favorite thing to do other then playing hockey. Unfortunately, his two favorite hobbies clashed often, and when partying got to much it interfered with his hockey. They were both things he loved, but they were very different. He had grown up with hockey, and didn’t necessarily grow up with partying. Hockey was also his career; his lifestyle and source of money. Partying was defiantly not a career; although he had managed to make it a lifestyle and cost him money instead of being a source. Either way he knew things had to change. He wheeled his suitcases behind him and through the not-so busy airport. Boston airport was busy majority of the time, but this place only had a few scattered people. It was the early morning, maybe that explained it. His agent had organized everything possible, so he stood in the rental car pick up place and waited only a few minutes for a nice BMW to pull up to him. He took his time putting his bags in since a BMW wasn’t the most practical car for moving multiple items of luggage. He slammed the back when everything had eventually been piled in. He put the address of the new complex he would be living at into the GPS and it gave him the directions of where he would be going. His agent had told him it wasn’t far from the rink, and in the heart of Dallas. The heart of Dallas, which he would now call his home. It was no Boston, but it would do.
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11/13/14