Double Trouble

I grinned as I finished the last few stitches on the sky blue silk. I held up both undergarments and quickly found the tag that had my name neatly written on it. I quickly stitched them in by hand and looked up to see Kaner just staring at me.

“What?” I asked him curiously.

“Why are you in the NHL when you could probably make the same amount of money and possibly more while dressing people?” He asked me curiously. I shrugged.

“I guess that I’ve always had fashion as a hobby. I never really thought of making a career out of it. But hey, if I ever get severely injured or something happens that prohibits me from playing hockey, I have a back up plan.”

“That’s a good wa-” Kaner was cut off by the classic ATT ringtone coming from the couch. He frowned and answered “Hello? Yeah... Ok Brittany... I’ll tell him... yeah sure. Bye.” He hung up the phone with a frown and looked at me.

“Who’s Brittany?” I asked him.

“Tazer’s girl. I didn’t know she existed... Oh well, I’m gonna go give him the message.”

“Alright. You do that.” I said frowning and going back and admiring the even stitching of the silk boxers. Kaner came back and I tossed him his own pair. “Go try that on.” I commanded him. He sighed and followed my directions, heading to the bathroom. A few minutes later Alina came in carrying her sketchbook and pencils. I gave her a sad smile, instantly feeling her hurt.

“Boys suck.” I nodded at her comment.

“They do. HEY JONNY-BOY, GET OVER HERE AND TRY ON YOUR BOXERS.” I yelled for him. He walked out and I tossed him his pair. “Go change into that and come out. Make sure you bring Kaner with you. I’m pretty sure he’s hiding.” I said as he grunted in response and disappeared to go get changed. I turned to Alina and wrapped my arms around her.

“This sucks. I finally find someone who I like, and I get the feeling that he likes me too, only to find out that he fucking has a girlfriend.” She ranted quietly. I rubbed her back slowly.

“I’m sorry, hun. I’ll kick his ass at practice if you want. And don’t forget, we didn’t specify how long they have to do what we say... so we can also give him hell that way.” I said to her, trying to get her to crack a smile.

“Yeah.” She sighed.

“It’s okay to cry, you know.” I told her quietly. She nodded.

“I know. I just would rather not cry with them here right now.” She muttered. I nodded in understanding. A light cough broke us apart and I looked up at the two boys standing in their silk boxers.

“Well, what do you think?” Kaner asked, striking a pose. Alina and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“My god. Never do that again. Now, if you don’t mind, just stand there while I take pictures to build my portfolio and Alex draws you two.” I said as I began snapping pictures of the boys from every angle.

“This is so bad.” groaned Jonathan. “I am never going to live this down if those pictures get found by the guys.” I just chuckled and saved the thought for a rainy day.

“So, besides that you hate being models, how do they feel?” I asked them taking out my sketchbook with the boxer designs and their measurements.

“Well, they actually feel great. Not uncomfortable, and they fit amazingly. They feel pretty light too.” Kaner said awkwardly.

“Yeah, I guess that if I had to wear a suit, I’d wear these underneath. The tag doesn’t itch as well, which is great. Why are you asking?” Tazer added.

“I’m just making notes. Every time I design something, even with the measurements of the person, I like taking notes on what they like or what they dislike. Now how do you feel about the colors?”

“I like the blue.” Kaner said.

“I like the purple.” Jonathan said at the same time.

“Alina?” I questioned her.

“I like the blue on Kaner. I would like to see a different color on him just to see what it would do, but that color blue really brings out his eyes. And with Toews, the purple suits him. It works. I’d buy that for a guy friend, brother, or boyfriend.” I nodded and jotted down what she said.

“Great. This is a success. I’ll start sneaking the guys on the team’s measurements and give them silk boxers for holidays and birthdays.” I said with a grin. “You two can keep those.”

“Uhh, thanks?” Kaner said unsure. I just nodded and got up from my sewing machine and decided to just lay on the couch.

“That looks like it hurts.” Tazer said.

“Shut up. It’s actually very comfortable.” I said, not moving at all from my position.

The phone rang again, Tazer looked at the caller ID and groaned. “I have to take this,” with that he went into one of the rooms.

“I don’t get that many phone calls.” I pouted, then paused and thought of what I’d do if I did get that many phone calls...let’s just say that I wouldn’t have a phone. “Actually, I don’t want that many phone calls.” I said taking back what I said earlier.

“You’d destroy your phone.” Lina said nonchalant. “Just like how you did back in high school when the entire team would call and blow up your phone.” I nodded at the memory.

“Dad got so mad at me.” I said with a chuckle. “I miss the simple days.” I sighed. Kaner just sat there looking at us.

“Do you have anything to do?” He asked his foot tapping up and down.

“We have board games, TV, and Mario Kart.” Lina replied to him. His eyes grew at the mention of Mario Kart.

“You have Mario Kart? Why are we not playing it? COME ON, LETS GET GOING!” He said, getting up and going to the entertainment, digging through the countless wires to find our Nintendo 64 and our Mario Kart game. I couldn’t help but chuckle as he hooked up all the wires and set the game up, handing me and Lina a controller, while taking one for himself.

“You girls ready to get your butts kicked?” He asked as he picked his characters.

“You are going to be eating those words.” Lina said and the race started.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! ARE YOU?! SERIOUSLY?! FUCK YOU BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER. NEXT TIME I’M GONNA DESTROY YOUR FUCKING ASS AND PITY IS ON YOU.” I screamed as I got hit by a flying turtle shell.

“GOD DAMN IT MARIO. IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STAY ON RAINBOW ROAD FOR MAYBE TEN SECONDS.” Alina screamed five seconds later. Kaner just kept playing, trying to get past 5th place.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD PEACH YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU REALLY HAD TO USE THE THUNDER CLOUD AND FUCKING SHRINK ME. REALLY?” I yelled just as Jonathan walked out of the other room.

“What in the world are you guys doing?” He asked concerned.

“Playing Mario Kart.” We all answered in unison. He just nodded and kept looking at us like we were insane, until his phone rang.

“Hello?” He asked. “Yeah, we’re at their place.”

“THIRD. I'M IN THIRD PLACE OH MY GOD YES THANK JESUS LORD ABOVE IN THE HEAVENS. FUCK. NO. I FELL OFF. I SWEAR TO GOD MARIO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR ITALIAN PLUMBER MOTHER FUCKING ASS.” Lina screamed.

“Yeah. That was Lina. You just missed Ave’s outburst about Peach being a whore about two minutes ago.... No, they’re playing Mario Kart if you haven’t gathered... Yes Kaner is playing with them... He keeps falling off, so he’s losing... Yeah, ok. Sounds good.” And with that he hung up.

“Sharpie says hi.” We all muttered incoherently back at him too into the game.

“I hate my life.” Kaner said as the words 7th place flashed on his section of the screen. I grinned as 1st place flashed on my screen and 2nd flashed on Lina’s. Not too bad for not having played in a while. I found my docking speakers and put in my iPod, blasting Sweet Victory.

“Lina, sing with me!” I said as I grabbed her hand and began to randomly dance with her to the song.

“Don't ever look back on the world closing in, be on the attack with your wings on the wind, oh, the games will begin,and it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory... yeah, it's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight. Sweet, sweet, sweet victory... yeah, and the one who's last to fall, the winner takes all!” We sang together, harmonizing perfectly with the song, falling into a fit of laughter on top of each other on the couch.
“Well, that is not something you see everyday.” I heard Patrick Sharp’s voice. I sat up and grinned at the older man.

“Sharpie! When did you get here?” I asked him, untangling myself from Lina.

“I got here with enough time to see you two sing. And Kaner, are those blue silk boxers?” I grinned as Kaner blushed, and took a glance at Jonathan.

“Hey! You changed into clothes!” I exclaimed pointing an accusing finger at him. “I never said you could change into normal clothes!”

“What is she talking about?” Sharpie asked.

“She made the silk boxers that Kaner is wearing. The tag has her name on it, and she made Toews a purple pair as well. I have a drawing of them, and Ave has about ten pictures of each boy from every possible angle.” Alina answered him. Patrick only made humm in acknowledgement before grinning.

“God, wait until the boys in the locker room hear about this.” He said with a laugh.

“In my defense, these are the most comfortable pair of boxers I have ever had, and according to the girls, they make my eyes pop!” Kaner said with a huff. There was a moment of silence before everyone but Patrick began laughing.

“Oh my... can’t breath... what is air?” I said trying to catch my breath.

“It isn’t funny!” Kaner protested.

“Yes it is. It proves that you are the girl in your bromance with Taze.” Sharp said with a chuckle. “Man you kids are funny. Well, Abby wanted me to drop off the plate she took yesterday, and these cookies, which she didn’t even let me have one.”

“Aww, poor Sharpie. His wife is keeping him on his season diet.” I teased as I took a bite of a cookie. “Oh my god, these are amazing. She has to give us the recipe. Taste it.” I said shoving my cookie into Alina’s face. She took a bite and moaned.

“What’s in these?” Lina asked just as amazed as I. Patrick shrugged.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t let me in the kitchen. She says that I’ll burn the house down.”

“I’m pretty sure we can trust you in the kitchen a lot more than Kaner,” I said.

Lina nodded in agreement; she let out a moan and blushed.

“Sorry, it’s just these are so good. We need that recipe.” I nodded in agreement with her and gasped.

“GET THE COOKIES ‘N CREAM!” I exclaimed running to the kitchen, and back out with a tub of ice cream. I took off the lid and stuck the cookie in, scooping out some ice cream and taking a bite. “Oh god.” I moaned. “This is amazing. Try it.” I said handing Lina a cookie and placing the tub of ice cream in between us. I looked up to see the boys just staring at us, the younger two seeming slightly flushed.

“Are you two ok?” I asked just as Lina let out a moan from trying the cookies with the ice cream, and the boys fidgeted in response.

“I hope to god my child is a boy.” Sharpie muttered looking back and forth between us and the boys.

“Why?” I asked him taking another bite from my cookie, letting my eyes roll back from the pleasure of the taste,and letting out a small hum in approval.

“Because, I honestly don’t want to go through boys liking my little girl, or getting turned on by her. If you guys moaning and eating a cookie is getting those two aroused... I don’t even want to think of what can purposely be done.” Alina and I looked at each other with wide eyes and back at the boys who were slightly tinted pink.

“Oh my god.” Alina said and I nodded. “I think we should stop eating and wait until they leave,” she muttered.

“I think I’ll just go to the bathroom,” Kaner said before running off.

“I, uh have to make a phone call,” Tazer said.

“If I have a baby girl, I’m locking her up in a tower,” Sharpie said protective. We rolled our eyes.

“You won’t be able to. She’ll have you wrapped around her little finger, and with a couple batting of her eyelashes, you’ll be putty in her hands and do whatever she wants.” I said to him knowingly.

“She’ll have you coming to her every beck and call, Mr. Sharp, so I’d prepare well if you end up having a little girl.” Alina said.

“Trust us.” We said together.

“You do know that responding at the same exact time is creepy, right?”

“Yep,” we said again.