I was super excited for the trip to the Bahamas with Sara and to get away from Montreal for a while. This trip after the stress of school and from Sara and Brendan have taken a toll and I am looking forward to just getting drunk on the beach.

‘u leaving soon?’ A text from Brendan pops up on my phone as I am packing.

‘yes, in about an hour’ I reply to Brendan.

‘need a ride?’

‘we were gonna just take a cab’

‘i wanna take u. be there in 5’

‘r u home?’

‘ya, im coming now’

‘wait i think i need something from ur apartment, i will come up’ The truth was I wanted some alone time with Brendan before I left and Sara is still packing in her room and Alex’s family is in town and they are out.

“Hey Sara, I’m going to pick up something from Brendan’s that I want to pack. I will be pack to pick you up and my luggage. Brendan offered to take us.” I yell before hearing a faint okay and leaving to go to Brendan’s.

I take the elevator up and walk into Brendan’s apartment not even needing to use my key. “You should really lock your door.” I call as I enter. I see Brendan resting on his couch watching his favourite show Scandal.

“Hello to you too, sassy.” Brendan comments as I sit next to him on the couch.

“Hi.” I smile at him and lean up to kiss him.

“What did you need to get?” Brendan asks pecking my lips once more.

“You, can you fit in my suitcase?” I smile.

“I wish babe.” He chuckles and kisses my lips again.

“But I was wondering, could I take one of your sweaters or t shirts?”

“It might be a little warm for my sweater so take as many t shirts as you want.” Brendan tells me as he pauses Scandal and takes my hand and leads me to his room. “Which ones do you want?” He asks as he looks through his closet.

“Just one that smells like you.” I say sheepishly.


Brendan smiles and grabs two from his closet.

“I’m gonna fucking miss you.” I tell Brendan.

“I’m going to miss you too but its just like a road trip.” Brendan says to me as we sit back down on the couch and I lean my head on his shoulder. “So I will know how you feel now.” Brendan kisses my head. “When should we head back to your apartment?”

“Maybe like ten minutes.” I tell him.

“So we can use that time to make out on my couch like teenagers.” Brendan says and grabs my hips to bring me onto his lap. All I do is laugh and let him continue with his thoughts.

____

“See you in a week.” I tell Brendan as he is dropping Sara and I off at the airport.

“Text me when you get wifi.” Brendan replies wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

“I will. Skate hard, mon chum.” (my boyfriend) I say to Brendan before pulling back and kissing him on the lips.

“Have fun babe.” Brendan smiles and lets go of me before quickly hugging Sara. “Take care of each other okay?” Brendan says before letting us go.

“Byeeee!” I cheer to him on our way into the airport.

“Lets go to the Bahamas!!” I call to Sara as we are boarding our plane.

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We finally got to our resort at 10 at night and Sara and I were pooped. Being students, it wasn’t the most luxury resort or room but it will do for sleeping as we plan to get drunk on the beach every single day.

I flop onto my bed right when we get in.

“Should we order some room service and call it a night?” Sara asks.

“Sure.” I reply and look over at the menu Sara is holding. “I’m down for everything.”

“Okay lets get some pizza.”

Fifteen minutes later we are answering the door for our room service.

“Hey theres a note for you Lydia.” Sara says to me confused. Me, having the same expression go over to see the note neatly tucked in our tray.

I recognized the scratchy writing right away, Brendan. “He’s an idiot.” I chuckle and put the note on the side table.

“I got one too.” Sara says staring at the note. “It’s not from Brendan.” Sara scowls and he face changes. “That bastard, is he trying to ruin my vacation?” From her reaction, I know it’s Dustin.

“That’s fucked.” I comment, taking a piece of pizza from the tray and sitting on my bed. “Do you want me to read it first?” I ask.

“I don’t want to know what it fucking says.” She says. “I’m not hungry anymore, he is making me feel sick.”

“Just try eating one piece.” I encourage. “Let me see it.” I basically have to physically pry the note from her trembling hands and open it.

Dear Sara,

I know I’m the last person you want to be hearing from right now but I need to get this out in the open. The second I found out I got traded, my whole world flipped and I couldn’t breathe. Montreal was my home, I had found friends, great teammates, and a girl who I cannot live without. I took my frustration, sadness, and anger out on you when you didn’t deserve any of that. I bought you a plane ticket home because I wouldn’t let you move across the continent for me. You had school and Lydia and your family, it would tear me apart knowing you sacrificed all that for me. So I let the best thing in my life go, for their sake not mine.

Life in Anaheim was quick before I was sent down to Syracuse. I’m only 5 ish hours from you, I don’t know if you already knew that or not. I haven’t been able to make friends as quickly as I did in Montreal. It doesn’t feel right here. I probably sound so much like a baby right now but I needed to get this off my chest.

I know we are so rocky and fight a lot but we are fire and ice together Sara. You are the love of my life and I just want to say I am so sorry for giving up on us. It killed me to do that, but I hope you see where I am coming from.

Brendan told me you and Lydia were going to the Bahamas, I’m jealous. I, by any means didn’t want to ruin your trip by writing this letter, I didn’t know how else to contact you so I sent this with Brendan’s letter.

I love you with all my heart Sara,
Dustin

p.s I’m going to be in Toronto on the 11th for a game, I would love to see you.

“Sara you have to read it.” I say wiping my tears.

I look over to my best friend to see her sitting there in tears nibbling on her pizza. “If it made you cry, its going to fucking ruin me.”

“You don’t have to do anything about it, just read it. He is explaining why he did it.”

“Thats what I was afraid of.” Sara mutters.

“I’m going to go on the balcony and read my letter, and give you space. Read it and we can talk about it or we can go get drunk in the hotel bar. I love you Sara.” I say getting up and putting the note beside her on the bed before going outside to read my note from Brendan.

Hi beautiful,

You might be mad at me for letting Dustin send that note, but I figured you would read it first before giving it to her and you would see that he’s just explaining himself. I also didn’t want to look like the bad guy when Sara gets a note and you don’t, what kind of boyfriend would I be?

I know I was a little mad when I found out about this trip because I was planning a getaway for the all star break. But I know you had good intentions doing this for Sara and I admire you for that. You are such a good person, it makes me want to me a better one. I still hope to get you away from yours books during the break to hang out with me.

Can’t wait for you to get home, please be safe Lydia.

Call your boyfriend sometime,
Brendan

I can’t believe him, I cannot stop smiling as I finish my pizza and start to type out a text to Brendan.

‘Just got your letter, you’re insane. :* :* i hope dustin’s letter doesn’t bum sara out. Probably gonna head to bed soon.’

I got a response pretty quickly. ‘hi baby, hope u liked it. take care and sleep well. miss u already’

I smile at Brendan knowing when he’s sleepy, he’s always sweet. Not many people know how cute Brendan can get and I enjoy him saving that for just me.

‘night bren’

______

For the past couple days, Sara and I have been laying on the beach, drinking margaritas or pina coladas.

“We should go out to a club tonight.” Sara tells me as were laying on a chair basking in the sun.

“Why not.” I reply.

So that is why we are out at a club, sitting at a table sipping our drinks before we want to hit the dance floor.

“Are there any hot guys here?” Sara asks me.

I give her a confused look. “I’m not really looking.”

“Right, Brendan.” Sara says looking around. “Bar, 3 o’clock, green shorts.”

I look to a tanned, shirtless brunette with a lot of facial hair. “He looks a little sleazy for me.”

“Before Brendan, you would have already been dancing with him.”

“And before Brendan, I had low standards.” I comment, downing my drink.

“So are you saying I have low standards?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth.” I spit out.

“Stop acting like you are on some high horse.” Sara replies. “Even since you met Brendan, you act like no one is good enough for you but him.”

“How about because I have a boyfriend, I am not on the look out for boys. What has gotten into you? I’m on this trip for you, because you’re my best friend. I could have just stayed with Brendan and waited until the All Star break to go on a vacation with him, and left you at home to get over Dustin. But yet, I’m here but I am not going to get stepped on by you because you are mad about my relationship.” I huff and leave the bar heading back to the hotel.

I am really confused as to why our whole fight happened as we were just laughing on the beach hours earlier. I decide to call Brendan to talk to him about it.

“Hey Lydia.” Brendan answers after three rings.

“Hey, what are you up to?” I ask.

“I just got home from dinner with Nate.”

“How was that?”

“It was good. What are you doing?”

“I’m in my hotel room.”

“I thought you were gonna go out tonight?”

“Yeah, we did but Sara and I got into a fight so I came back here.”

“Did you leave her there?”

“at the bar, yeah.” I reply.

“Why would you do that? You are in a foreign country, Lydia.”

“She would just say something about our relationship.” I mutter.

“You need to go find her.” Brendan says angrily.

“Are you not gonna hear my side?”

“Not until you make sure Sara is safe. Call me back later.” He rudely hangs up and I sigh, deep down knowing he is right but also Sara cannot be rude to me like she was when I was doing a lot for her.

So I head back to the bar to try and find Sara. When I get there, the club has gotten significantly busier and I do a quick look to see if I can see the blonde girl I call my best friend. I start to head to the table where we were sitting at to see if she was there…. and she isn’t. Fucking great. I look around and head to the make shift dance floor they have. I see someone at the bar that looks like Sara as she has her hair, but for some reason I cannot remember what Sara was wearing tonight so I am not sure it is her.

I walk over to see the shirtless guy who Sara saw from earlier and basically who started the fight we had.

Thank goodness it is Sara. “Hey.” I touch her back to get her attention.

“What are you doing here?” Sara slurs.

“I-I forgot my key in the room.” I lie.

“And you couldn’t ask the front desk for one?” She asks.

“No, they needed credit card information which I don’t have on me.” I lie again.

“So I have to give you mine?”

“No I was thinking that maybe you could come back with me to let me in.” I propose, hoping she believes me.

Sara sighs “fine. I will see you later, Peter.” She bids goodbye to grease ball Peter and we leave the bar. Once we get outside, Sara turns to me “What kind of name is fucking Peter?” She asks, clearly buzzed.

I chuckle. “Such a turn off.” I comment, wrapping my arm on her shoulder.


“Like he was hot, probably had a nice dick, but it probably smelt like girl’s vaginas. The whole time he was looking down my shirt. Why can’t I find a nice guy?”

“I don’t think meeting your soul mate at a bar in Cuba isn’t the ideal meeting place to tell your children about.” I tell her.

“True enough, Lydia. Thanks for coming back for me.” She comments.

“Of coarse, Sara.” I smile.

“But hey, you met Brendan at a bar.” She mutters and I just start laughing.

“True.”

Notes

soooo here it is finally! I wasn't really happy with what I had, so I kept changing it :)
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