There Are Still Rules To Break - Comments

GLARING AT YOU. GLARING AT YOU THROUGH THE COMPUTER. CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT? I HOPE YOU TOWER UNDER IT, DAMMIT.

No, just kidding, but I do hate cliffhangers. But I love how you write me. Because, y'know, that's how I am and you just know that perfectly. It's kind of scary but oh so amazing at the same time. But I love your writing. Your descriptions, your everything. Can we say amazing? Yeah, we should, cause that's what this is.

And if you don't update soon you'll get eyes of daggers. EYES OF DAGGERS LYSS. YOU WRITE ME, YOU KNOW HOW MENACING I AM, DAMMIT.

Uh... yeah... let me pretend I didn't just say that...

ANYWAYS. BERGERON. POOR BOY, STANDING THERE ALONE IN THE STREET. fml.
I want to sex him and make up for it.
Thankfully I'm going to sleep soon.....

ANYWAYS. UPDATE SOON, OKAY? THANKS.
LOVE YOU BB.

She left him on the street??

SHE LEFT HIM ON THE STREET?

Wtffff.

Omg. I want a job. Where it is legal AND REQUIRED to be in the locker room. SCOREEEE. I would be freaking out about it though.Sneaking peeks FREAKING OUT.

Poor Patrice though, lmfao. Maybe she'll clear things up when they meet again? Hopefully.

More soon!!

I. Love. Patrice. Bergeron. I realllllllly liked this. Keep going with it!!

Who says no to Patrice Bergeron?
She better be saying less to him later!
This is amazing, btw.
Love ittt. <3

Well now why would she do something like that? She just said no to Patrice Bergeron (in a sense). But I'm certain that you have your reasons for why you did that. Nothing like spilling a beer on a girl to get her attention haha. Great start m'dear. I'm curious to see where this one is going. =)

I remember when I had beer spilled on me at a baseball game. White Sox vs. Brewers, when I was with youuuu. COREY HART!

Too bad the person who spilled beer on me was not a hottie. No, it was a girl. It was also not a little beer. It was kind of a lot. But she was nice about it, so whatever.

I can't believe she turned down Patrice Bergeron. Like, HELLO?

*sigh* I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

I'm really glad you decided to turn this into a whole story though! I'm excited to see where it goes!

Oh. My. God.

Patrice Bergeron. Patrice fucking Bergeron was touching her. Sure, he was wiping up the beer he spilled on her, but still. Patrice fucking Bergeron!

I got mad chills at that. I was like squeeling and oh my God. BB, this was so fucking fantastic. I cannot wait to see what happens next, seriously. This is so good. I mean I love everything you write but this is obviously amazing because, um, hello... your writing + patrice = complete and total bliss.


“Do you think I can have your number?” He asked her. “Maybe get together and have lunch… or something?”

Amanda, as much as she was freaking out inside, kept her calm demeanor. She decided to do something ballsy, in her opinion.

“Nah,” She told him with a wink. “See you around.”

Fuck. My. Life. I freaked out so bad. I was like OH MY GOD WHAT IS SHE DOING. NOOOOO. IT'S PATRICE FUCKING BERGERON. But I know there is a method to your madness so I know that it'll be all good in the ending.

I. Love. This. Already.

And of course, I love you too!! Thank you so much darling.

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YES. SICK. FIRST COMMENT.