Status: incomplete
Until Hell Freezes Over
La la
Well as soon as I got to the door to let Tazer in, Kaner, Sharpie, Duncan, and Burish were there waiting to be let in as well
“Sorry, for the wait boys, I had to get the mozzarella sticks out of the oven.” I lied, they all laughed and welcomed themselves into my humble abode, “Thanks for coming, Johnny. “ I added, because he was the last one to come in.
“I wouldn’t have missed chilling with the team for anything, you know that.” He told me off handedly as we settled down on my rather large coach in between Kaner and Duncan. Sharpie and Burish had taken the recliners and Claire was sitting on the floor. This is typical behavior for her when we were going to be gaming.
“So, is anyone willing to face the wrath of Claire-sensei?” She asked, in a threatening tone. There was this look in her eyes that told me that she was fired up to kick some ass, as she looked around the room.
“Wow, your friend is a crazy bitch?” Kaner whispered into my ear, so that Claire wouldn’t hear us. I nodded before turning to him,
“Only when it comes to gaming. Plus she’s already had a couple shots of vodka to get loose.” He raised his eyebrow before laughing,
“Alright, Claire-sensei, I will take your challenge. But I have a question for you. Can you handle my awesome skills?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. Those two were so a like, it wasn’t funny. With everyone focusing on Kaner and Claire’s Halo battle, I slipped into the kitchen to finish making the snacks. I plugged my iTouch into the radio to add some back ground noise, knowing that the gamers in the other room would appreciate it, and began frying Buffalo wings.
“Smells good in here, do want some help since Claire is playing games?” Jonathan asked from the kitchen door way. I just shrugged and looked at him before saying,
“Only if you want to. You can fry the wings” John smiled, and walked over to take over deep frying the wings. As I slide over and began slicing potatoes for homemade fries. I started dancing and humming along when ‘Lala’ By Ashlee Simpson started playing. It took away the tension that had started to build up once Jonathan came into the kitchen. After it had ended I looked over to him to see if he had noticed and of course he did. He gave me this look that I couldn’t discern because it seemed like it was so foreign to his facial features. It was almost a look of adoration or admiration.
“What are you lookin’ at?” I question, sending him a mock glare. He just sniffled a laugh, before shaking his head,
“Dillan Maxwell, you are one strange girl.” This statement got me going. So I rebutted with,
“When did you figure this out, before or after I showed up for training camp?”
“I believe it was the moment your name was mentioned by Coach Q.” He informed me. By this time we were both laughing, so I shoved him, slightly and he pushed me back.
“How are you guys holding up in there?!” Claire called causing us to straighten, immediately.
“Yeah, would you guys mind hurrying the fuck up? I am starving!!” Kaner shouted.
“Shut the fuck up, Kaner.” Duncan told him and then ‘Shit, you didn’t have to hit me to get your point across.’ Jonathan and I started laughing again after that outburst.
…………
The rest of the night was completely hilarious just because we were acting like total goofballs. Soon it was time for the guys to go home because we still had practice in the morning. One by one, they left until it was just Claire, John, and I left. He stayed to help clean up the mess we had made. Which was sweet of him but he told me that it was just because he felt responsible for his team. I couldn’t help but feel that there was more to it than that. I felt that he was staying for something else. I was drug out of my mental monologue by Claire talking on the phone with her sister. I wished I had someone like that to talk to, I had to admit that I was a little jealous of people who had siblings. I was solely raised by my father, which is how I started playing hockey. My mom was mobbed and rapped while she was out with her friends one night and died because of that when I was really little. My father was devastated and refused to date or marry again. He devoted himself to raising me. I felt as though I owed him for helping to get me where I am today. I am finally a somebody!
Just then my own phone rang, I picked it up and it was a number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” I asked, timidly.
“Hello, this is Dillan Maxwell?” A woman’s voice answered back. I sat up a little straighter I could something just wasn’t right.
“Yes, this is her. May I ask, who are you?”
“This is Doctor Snyder from the Bell Memorial Hospital. Dillan, your father suffered a massive heart attack this evening. By the time a medical team was arrived he had passed on. I’m sorry.” The doctor’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. What was I going to do without my dad?
“Sorry, for the wait boys, I had to get the mozzarella sticks out of the oven.” I lied, they all laughed and welcomed themselves into my humble abode, “Thanks for coming, Johnny. “ I added, because he was the last one to come in.
“I wouldn’t have missed chilling with the team for anything, you know that.” He told me off handedly as we settled down on my rather large coach in between Kaner and Duncan. Sharpie and Burish had taken the recliners and Claire was sitting on the floor. This is typical behavior for her when we were going to be gaming.
“So, is anyone willing to face the wrath of Claire-sensei?” She asked, in a threatening tone. There was this look in her eyes that told me that she was fired up to kick some ass, as she looked around the room.
“Wow, your friend is a crazy bitch?” Kaner whispered into my ear, so that Claire wouldn’t hear us. I nodded before turning to him,
“Only when it comes to gaming. Plus she’s already had a couple shots of vodka to get loose.” He raised his eyebrow before laughing,
“Alright, Claire-sensei, I will take your challenge. But I have a question for you. Can you handle my awesome skills?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. Those two were so a like, it wasn’t funny. With everyone focusing on Kaner and Claire’s Halo battle, I slipped into the kitchen to finish making the snacks. I plugged my iTouch into the radio to add some back ground noise, knowing that the gamers in the other room would appreciate it, and began frying Buffalo wings.
“Smells good in here, do want some help since Claire is playing games?” Jonathan asked from the kitchen door way. I just shrugged and looked at him before saying,
“Only if you want to. You can fry the wings” John smiled, and walked over to take over deep frying the wings. As I slide over and began slicing potatoes for homemade fries. I started dancing and humming along when ‘Lala’ By Ashlee Simpson started playing. It took away the tension that had started to build up once Jonathan came into the kitchen. After it had ended I looked over to him to see if he had noticed and of course he did. He gave me this look that I couldn’t discern because it seemed like it was so foreign to his facial features. It was almost a look of adoration or admiration.
“What are you lookin’ at?” I question, sending him a mock glare. He just sniffled a laugh, before shaking his head,
“Dillan Maxwell, you are one strange girl.” This statement got me going. So I rebutted with,
“When did you figure this out, before or after I showed up for training camp?”
“I believe it was the moment your name was mentioned by Coach Q.” He informed me. By this time we were both laughing, so I shoved him, slightly and he pushed me back.
“How are you guys holding up in there?!” Claire called causing us to straighten, immediately.
“Yeah, would you guys mind hurrying the fuck up? I am starving!!” Kaner shouted.
“Shut the fuck up, Kaner.” Duncan told him and then ‘Shit, you didn’t have to hit me to get your point across.’ Jonathan and I started laughing again after that outburst.
…………
The rest of the night was completely hilarious just because we were acting like total goofballs. Soon it was time for the guys to go home because we still had practice in the morning. One by one, they left until it was just Claire, John, and I left. He stayed to help clean up the mess we had made. Which was sweet of him but he told me that it was just because he felt responsible for his team. I couldn’t help but feel that there was more to it than that. I felt that he was staying for something else. I was drug out of my mental monologue by Claire talking on the phone with her sister. I wished I had someone like that to talk to, I had to admit that I was a little jealous of people who had siblings. I was solely raised by my father, which is how I started playing hockey. My mom was mobbed and rapped while she was out with her friends one night and died because of that when I was really little. My father was devastated and refused to date or marry again. He devoted himself to raising me. I felt as though I owed him for helping to get me where I am today. I am finally a somebody!
Just then my own phone rang, I picked it up and it was a number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” I asked, timidly.
“Hello, this is Dillan Maxwell?” A woman’s voice answered back. I sat up a little straighter I could something just wasn’t right.
“Yes, this is her. May I ask, who are you?”
“This is Doctor Snyder from the Bell Memorial Hospital. Dillan, your father suffered a massive heart attack this evening. By the time a medical team was arrived he had passed on. I’m sorry.” The doctor’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. What was I going to do without my dad?