Playing Rough

"And the Chicago Blackhawks are your 2010 Stanley Cup Champions!" Charley was screaming so loud she thought the neighbors might call the police, but she didn't care, Jon had just won the fucking Stanley Cup.
About an hour later, after all the press, photographs and the Stanley Cup rituals, her phone rings, the caller ID tells her it's Jon. She presses the answer button and puts the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Were you watching?" Jon sounds like an over-hyper kid in a candy store. She can just picture him, sitting in his stall in the locker room, half undressed out of his hockey gear with a huge smile smeared across his face, talking to her and watching his teammates spray expensive bottles of champagne at each other and down fancy bear out of the Cup.
"Of course I was! Nice assist on the first goal and congrats on the Conn Smythe Trophy!"
"Thanks baby, I can't wait to come home to you."
"You'll see me soon enough, now get off the phone and go celebrate with your team!"
"Will do, love you, Charley."
"Love you, too, Jon. I'm so proud of you."
***
"Charley! Charley! Charley! Guess what?" She's slightly overwhelmed by Noah's enthusiasm as she enters her house in Montreal after being in Chicago for two months.
"What?" He shoves a piece of paper in her hand. She shoots him a questioning look but glances down at the paper nonetheless, reading over the words. Her eyes widen and she looks back up at Noah and throws her arms around him.
"Congrats, baby bro, you got invited to the NHL Draft!"
"Thanks! I just got the letter today! I have to go upstairs and text Kyle!" He hurries out of the kitchen but stops short of the door and turns back to face Charley.
"Hey, I'm sorry you didn't get one." Noah says quietly.
"It's okay," Charley shrugs. "I figured I wouldn't get one."
"But you're so good!"
"But I'm also a girl."
"That's never stopped you before."
"That was high school and a laid back elite team. This is the pros we're talking about."
"So what are you going to do then?"
"Well," Charley smiles. "Jon and I talked and he asked me to move in with him. I was thinking about moving down to Chicago, probably applying to a couple schools down there. Maybe coach a couple high school teams or something. Get a degree and see where Jon and I's relationship goes."
"You got it all figured out."
"I do, and frankly I'm really excited about it. Will you come visit me?"
"Of course!"
***
"I'm so nervous." Noah paces the hotel room. His hair is a ruffled mess and the front of his shirt is wrinkled. His tie hangs loose around his neck and his blazer lays discarded on the duvet. Charley rolls her eyes at settles into the comfortable chair placed right next to the window, giving her a perfect view of Los Angeles, where the draft was being held.
It was the end of June and the weather in California was just beautiful. Charley couldn't wait to hit the beach later. They had just arrived earlier that morning and were staying for four days. Jon was coming out too, him wanting to see the new draft picks for his team. Plus he hadn't seen Charley since she was with him in Chicago and he missed her.
He couldn't wait for her to move in with him. He'd already cleared out space in the closet and the dresser. The bedside table on the left side of the bed where she always slept was empty and ready to be filled with all her things. There was a spot on the counter to put her makeup and a hanger in the shower where she could put the shampoo that made her hair smell so good.
Jon couldn't see anything wrong with this plan. He loved this girl, this girl loved him. His parents absolutely adored Charley and David had finally gotten over that little crush on her and they began acting like siblings, constantly teasing each other and trying to annoy the shit out of one another. Charley loved the city too, which made Jon happy. He'd never want her to live anywhere she didn't want to.
He couldn't wait. He knew he wanted this. He wanted to marry Charley. He would have asked her now if she was older. Yes her loved her, and yes she loved him, but she's 18 which is a little young for marriage. Maybe in two or three years.
He couldn't wait to always be able to come home and cuddle with her and kiss her. She'd comfort him after losses and they'd have mind blowing sex after wins. She'd show up to games wearing his jersey and be cheering him on from the crowds. Have her there with him made him feel complete.
He wanted a future with this girl. He could see his future with this girl.
Charley felt the same way. She was so excited to get moving down to Chicago so her and Jon could spend a life together. Those thoughts are what preoccupied her head while Noah nervously paced the flood.
"Calm down, you'll put a hole in the floor." Charley scolds.
"I'm sorry I'm just so fucking nervous." Charley glances down at the time on her phone and sees that they need to be heading over to the arena in 10 minutes. She stands up and moves towards Noah to fix his shirt, tie and messy hair.
"Just relax. I know it's nerve-wracking but everything will be fine." Charley assures him. She hands his his blazer and smoothes down her dress.
She's chosen a sleek black dress to wear to the draft. She paired it with the gold heels that Jon loved so much and various pieces of gold jewelry. Not too much that it looked like she was trying to hard, but enough to look like she tried. She looked simple, elegant and stylish.
Her and Noah met their mother and grandfather in the lobby of the hotel and they all took a cab to the arena. They found their seats quickly and awaited the begin of the draft. Jn was sitting elsewhere with some other members of the Blackhawks Organization.
"Hello, welcome to the 48th Annual NHL draft. We would like to begin the draft with the Edmonton Oilers."
The Oilers Organization took the stage, drafting Taylor Hall. Boston followed, selecting Tyler Seguin, who was supposedly a really good player from what Charley had heard. Fifth up, the Islanders selected Nino Niederreiter. The Hurricanes selected Jeff Skinner, who was supposed to be another good player. The Panthers drafted Bjugstad. They were through nineteen teams now.
Pittsburgh would be choosing next. Charley really hoped Noah would be drafted by either the Blackhawks (call it a bonding experience for Noah and Jon) or to Pittsburgh where she knows Sidney will really take Noah under his wing.
Noah had interviews with the Penguins and they seemed to really like him. She hoped they'd choose him. She crosses her fingers and silently prays in her head as the Penguins Organization takes the stage, a jersey and hat in their hands. It would be such an honor for Noah to be drafted in round one, twentieth overall.
"On behalf of the Penguins Organization, we proudly select Charley Evans."
Holy. Shit.

Notes

So I realized I finished this story on Mibba awhile back but never actually posted the last chapter on here, so here it is I guess. I've had really bad writer's block the past few months and have been trying to write a sequel but so far it hasn't really worked out but I'll keep trying.