FTB

"Please don't." Michael begged as he watched Danielle flicked through Blackhawks stuff. "Any team but the Blackhawks. "

"What's wrong with the Hawks?" Dani spat, turning to face him with her arms crossed.

"Everything!" He exclaimed. He reached around her, grabbing items from other teams. "What about the Canucks? Oh, what about the Islanders?"

"Who in their right mind would ever be an Islanders's fan, Michael?" She snapped.

"I happen to kind of like the Islanders." He stated, crossing his arms.

She gave him a disgusted look. "Why are we dating?"

"I don't know. I guess I didn't know your interests were disgusting when I asked you out." He grimaced. "We all make mistakes."

"Okay, you're a dick." She rolled her eyes before she walked out of the store.

Michael sighed as he chased behind. "Dani, relax."

"No."

"It was just a joke!" He cried.

"It wasn't funny to me, Michael." She hissed as she walked over to his car.

"Babe, come on. You know I'd still be with you regardless of what team you like." He tried to plead with her.

She glared at him over the car. "Just unlock the door and drive me home, Michael." She said his name with such venom.

He groaned as he unlocked the car. They both climbed in. The ride was quiet until he leaned forward to turn on some music. One of Danielle's favourite songs were playing. He saw she wasn't looking as angry.

"It makes me think you aren't sure about your feelings for me when you make jokes like that." She explained.

"That's all you had to tell me. I'll stop." He smiled, squeezing her thigh.

She nodded; but was still visibly upset. Michael moved his hand inward. She looked over at him as his fingers curled. Her jaw was dropped. Was he honestly about to finger her while driving? Did he have any idea how unsafe that w-

Her thoughts cut out when his hand was suddenly in her pants and touching her.

"Michael," She took a deep breath to try and keep it together. "You are driving."

He smirked. "I can multitask."

When they got to Michael's, Danielle went right into the house and upstairs. Michael smiled, knowing that was his doing. He went into the kitchen, grabbing a drink for the two of them and some chips. He made his way upstairs after. He opened his bedroom door to see a complete naked Dani standing there. He closed his door slowly. She crossed her arms. He set down everything in his hands.

"You need to finish what you started." She declared before she walked over and pulled him into her.

At Aaron's, he was snooping through Candice's stuff. It wasn't due to him not trusting her, he was just really bored and wanted to see what she had. He found a book. It was filled with memories. Their memories. She had a picture of him at every game she went to since they started dating.

There were ticket stubs from concerts and movies and other things they had gone to. Candice came into the room from her shower. She started going through her drawers to find something to wear. She didn't even notice what Aaron had found. She spun around, looking at her clothes.

"So what ti," She looked up and froze. "Why do you have that?"

"Can, what is this?" He smiled as he stood up.

"It's nothing." She reached for it but he lifted it out of her reach. "Aaron, come on." She whined.

"Is this a book of us?" He grinned wider.

She rolled her eyes. "There's more in the back." She told him, grabbing it.

She sat on the bed and flipped it over. She opened it about ten pages from the back cover. Aaron slowly sat beside her. It was tickets to his games, pictures of him with his trophies, medals, teams. He smiled closing the book slowly. She frowned.

"I'm sorry if it's weird." She shrugged.

"Baby, this is the furthest thing from weird." He reassured her, wrapping his arm around her. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love it."

She smiled, kissing his jaw. "I love you."

With Taylor, she was pissed. She hadn't talked to Morgan in a week and a half. He had come to visit and spent that entire time with Taylor. She loved it. But once he went home, he barely had time for her.

"Taylor, are you not gonna talk?" Morgan sighed.

"I have nothing to say." She hissed.

"That's a lie, you always have something to say." He laughed.

"It's just fucked that we spent that time together and now you have no time for me." She snapped.

"Babe, I have midterms. I'm not just ignoring you for fun." He explained.

"Yeah, okay, Morg." She scoffed.

"It's not easy to find time. I have hockey and my grades to worry about as well as you." He spat. She scoffed again. "Call me when you're not pissed off about absolutely nothing, alright."

"I'll make sure not to call then." She growled before she hung up.

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