One-Shot Stories

Around 7 PM, the party ended and everyone was heading their separate ways for the rest of the summer prior to training camp. The house was pretty empty after everyone left because Brooke's parents had to drive her grandparents back home, so it was just her and Marc in the huge mansion. She was still ticked off at him for the attitude and rudeness he displayed when he saw her with Geno.

Brooke loaded up the dishwasher, closed the door and turned it on. She was really tired, and just wanted a shower and some sleep. She had a busy day tomorrow, assisting the Steelers in finding their new cheerleading squad for the upcoming season. Marc walked over to her since the trash can was near, "Brookie? Can we talk?"

"Talk about what!? How you thought Geno and I were flirting!? How you accused me of wanting him!?" Brooke snapped.

"Baby...I'm sorry. I just get crazy at the thought of you with another guy. I have bad jealousy issues. You know that," Marc said.

Brooke became angrier, "You know I would never cheat on you, Marc-Andre! How can you even think that!?"

"I think I'm just having some effects from the booze. I did drink a lot of beer from the cup. But Brooke, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I am so sorry," Marc frowned.

"I gotta go shower and go to bed soon. I have to be at Heinz Field at 10 am. You really need to figure this shit out and about what you did to me tonight," Brooke angrily stated before going upstairs.

While Brooke showered, Marc cleaned the rest of the house up and vacuumed prior to going upstairs. He had a feeling he was going to be sleeping in the guest room next to hers because she was that mad at him. Once he heard the shower turn off, he went to her room and sat on her bed, playing with the teddy bear he gave her for Valentine's Day.

Brooke came out of the bathroom in her Penguins tank and gold shorts, seeing Marc in her room, "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Brooke, I am going to prove to you how sorry I am. I am," Marc said.

Brooke crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Oh yeah? How? Tell me."

Marc took her hands, "You and me. After Steelers cheer camp tomorrow. I got us reservations at the most expensive hotel in town. Dinner and a night away from home and everything. I want to show my girl off to the world. Please. Please Brooke Marie."

Brooke deeply sighed, "Fine. You ever humiliate me like that again, and I swear Marc-Andre Fleury, we're done."

"Brooke, I love you so much. I will not screw up. I am so sorry for my behavior before. Please, please forgive me," Marc begged.

"We'll see tomorrow night. Now, go to bed," Brooke sneered.

Marc went into the guest room and Brooke laid in her bed. She stayed awake until close to 2 am, just thinking. She did love Marc with all her heart, but was so angry at what he did. She truly hoped what he had planned would help the scenario because this was the first time in three years that he really hurt her.

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