Never Expected This

The next day, I woke up at 1 pm feeling... weird.The daylight penetrated through my curtains causing my light lavender walls to look brighter. But that was normal. What wasn't normal was the 22 years old man starring at me with his beautiful eyes. He looked as if he's been up for awhile. He was watching me sleep? Nah Iz, don't jump to conclusion. He smiled at me.
"Good morning" he said cheerfully.
"Good morning" I replied trying to use the same amount of energy but let's face it, Brendan's level of energy is on a whole different scale.
"Slept well?" He asked.
"Mhm." I said still trying to adjust to the light.
"How long you've been up?" I asked because now that I look at it his face, it looked nowhere near someone who had just woken up. But like I said before he's on a scale that belongs to him only.
"Awhile." He says smiling.
"Way to be specific" I said sarcastically. He let out a small chuckle. He smiles down at me and plays with the hair that have freed themselves from my pony tail.
"I can tell you this, I've been up long enough to know that" He says taking a pause. Please don't tell me I snore, or that I drool.
"To know what?" I asked.
"To know that we need to get ready." He said. I felt heartbeat and breath stead it's pace. Thank God.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because Anna wanted us to drop by her place."
"Again, why?"
"That my dear, is a surprise." He said in a dramatic way. I wanted to ask why again but I knew he wasn't going to give the anwser I was searching. So I just went with it.
"Okay fine." I said.

I rolled out from the bed and was immediatly greeted by the cold air. I need to go take a shower, a hot shower. I took my towel and made my way to the washroom. But before I did I took one last glance at Brendan. He was laying on the bed so elegantly. He smiled. That beautiful smile. He called me last night, just to see me. He laid next to me. He pressed his soft pink lips on mine. My first kiss. It was... special. I automatically feel my body heat up. I entered the washroom before he saw me.


I did my morning routine, which consisted of brushing my teeth, fixing my wavy hair and showering till I smelled like a tropical breeze. Once I got out of the washroom Brendan wasn't there. He gave me some privacy. I smiled and got dressed into something simple. A pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a light grey three quarter shirt. I got out, leaving the room for Brendan so he could shower as well.

I casually made my way to the kitchen and made myself a late breakfast. In less then 4 minutes, he was already out of my room with his hair slightly dam. He's fast.

"You ready?" He asked.He was wearing his jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked... good. He was ready to go, the only thing missing was his jacket.
"Yup." I said eating the last spoon of my yogurt. I placed the bowl in the sink and made my way to the door. I locked up and we headed towards the elevator. In the elevator, I decided to finaly we're my "jacket". I'm not really affected by the cold so I wore a sweater, well Brendan's sweater and a light jacket.

"That's where it went!" He said looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"My sweater." He said.
"Well, you passed it to me." I said zipping up my jacket.
"And you didn't think of giving it back?" He asked.
"No." I said exiting the elevator and walking towards his car that was parked in front of the building
"And why not?" he said.
"Because you passed it to me so I should decided when to give it back." I said in a matter a fact tone.
"No ya shouldn't" He said.
"Yeah I should" I said. We both got in the car. " Donner, c'est donner; reprendre, c'est voler." I said smiling.
"What?" He said.
"I said Yeah I should, Donner, c'est donner; reprendre, c'est voler." I said slower this time. But Brendan was staring at me, blinking rapidly. He parted his lips as if he was going to say something but closed them almost immediatly. He couldn't be seriously confused. I thought. But when he finaly titled his head to the side I knew that he didn't understand a single thing I had said.
"What language were you just speaking?" He asked.
"French..." I said trailling a bit. He lives in Montreal and doesn't know French?
"Well, that explain why I didn't get anything you just said." He said driving us into the streets of Montreal.
"How is that even possible?" I said.
"I'll tell you how it's possible." He said before taking a pause. "I don't know french." He said in a mocking tone. I rolled my eyes.
"And yet you live in Montreal. That makes sense." I said using the exact same tone he had just used. He shrugged his shoulder.
"Meh" He said.
"Meh? You don't care?" I asked.
"No I do. I learn a few things or expressions here and there . But that doesn't me I know everything." He said emphizing the word "everything". He looked at me.

"Sorry?" I said but it sound more like a question then an actual apologie. He rolled his eyes playfully at me then concertrated on the road. I too decided to just look at the beautiful scenery I had before me. Winter is by far my favoirte season. And the winter weather, here in Montreal, it really doesn't get better than this. But even though the scene was great, I hate sitting down in a car. And God knows how much I hate being seated.

"Can you please drive faster?" I said.
"I'm at 70" He said.
"And you're driving slow." I said. We had stopped at a red light. He took his gaze of the road to me.
"And how fast do you want me to drive?" He said.
"80. That is the limit." I said.
"Yeah, El I'm not doing that." He said laughing at me. I frowned and looked outside.
"My dead grandfather could drive faster then this." I murmured. The car came to a halt infront of a building. It was very modern looking building. It was shinning due to the reflection of the sun on the thousands on windows. Anyone would love to live here. Anyone but me. I'm old fashion. But it's still nice.

"Nice." I said unbuckling my seatbealt.
"Right?" He said enthusiastically. But his facial expression drop almost immediatly. " Now, get out." He said. I knew he was joking because no matter how hard he tried he always had a smile visible.

"Rude much." I said while getting out of the car. Brendan was already long gone inside the building. Boy, he must really find the weather cold. I made it to the building and saw him entering the second elevator. I was just about to reach it but the door closed on me.

"Ass!" I said hitting the closed elevator door. Now how on earth am I to get to Anna's apartement? Honestly, I wouldn't mind waiting for the elevator or taking the stairs but I wouldn't know where I was going.

"Isabelle?" I heard someone say. I turned around to see who was calling me. It was Alex.
"Hey Alex." I said smiling. Aka my new hero.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with his beautiful accent. I then explained to him that Anna wanted me and Brendan to come by her place today. And that Brendan had made his way up without informing what floor she lived on. When I had finished explain Alex shook his head and muttered something that I didn't catch.

"He actually did that?" He asked. I nodded, in response.
"What an ass." He said. I smiled.
"That's what I said!" I told him with a laugh.
"Come on, I'll bring you up." He said. The rest of the way up, Alex and I we're making fun of Brendan. It may not have been enough time to know everything but it sure was enough to blackmail him for a good 6 months. We had finaly maded it infront of Anna's door. From where we stood, you could here the sound of faint laughters and music. Alex knocked on the door. But then it hit me, why is there music and laughters?

"Alex?" I asked
"Yeah" He said.
"What are we doing here?" I asked nervously.
"We're waiting for the door to open." He said.
"No, I know that. I meant why did Anna want us to come?" I asked.
"Oh because she's—" He said but the door finally opened, and I was amazed.

Canadien players walking around in ugly christmas sweaters. The scent of ginger and pine prominent in the apartement. The sound of Jingle Bell Rock making the atmosphere more jollier. I felt myself grinning. It was beautiful.

"Welcome to the Christmas party." Anna said.
"Thanks for inviting me." I said.
"Don't be silly. I wouldn't trow a party without inviting you." She said. We quickly hugged each other before she let me in.

"Just place your jackets in there. "She said pointing at the the closet. I nodded. I did so and started to walk around. I needed to find Anna. She was next to me not even to seconds ago.

"Hey, you made it." I heard someone say. I turned around and meet a pair of green eyes. I automatically felt my mood change.

"Ass." I said angrily but he seemed to find it funny.
"What did I do?" He asked still laughing.
"You left me, alone in the lobby! How the hell was I suppose to know where to go?" I said.
"I don't know." He said smiling.
"You don't know." I said mocking his deep voice. "You're an ass. That's all I have to say." I said turning away from him. But he moved infront of me again.
"El" He said dragging the word.
"What." I said.
"I'm sorry." He said but I wasn't looking into his eyes.
"El," He said placing his hands on my hips. I slightly moved my eyes up to meet his.
"What?" I asked softer this time. I didn't mean too but there's something about his eyes that makes me relaxe.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Fine." I said. He smiled and I knew it was because I forgave him.
"But." I said. "If you ever do that again, I swear I'll hit you." I said.
"Fair enough." He said.

The music had stopped and everyone turned there attention to the blonde standing on the table.

"Thank you for your attention. I wanted to let you guys know that the programme will be just like it is every year. So will be done by 10 so you guys can make it home on time." Anna said. Why on earth do she want us home by 10 I thought. I wanted to ask but I didn't feel like embarassing myself infront of most the Habs players.

"Boo." I heard some say.
"Oh shut it. You guys need to be home before chirstmas." She said. "Now that being clear, let have some fun." She said. And the music restarted.

"What's the regular program?" I asked Brendan.
"It's nothing to extreme. From 3 till 6, Anna goes around checking to see if everyone is wearing an ugly christmas sweater. At 7 she declares the winner. Afterwards we have diner, then we play social games like Taboo or Picture this. It's not a lot but it's still good." He said. I honestly I had barely catched anything he said after ugly christmas sweater. I don't know why none told me.

"Uhh, Brendan?" I asked
"Yeah."
"What happens if you're not wearing one?" He smiled mischievously at me. Oh dear lord, it can't be good. I thought.

"Oh don't worry, you'll look great in it." He said with a grin. "Oh Anna!" He said.

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