ROADIE

ROADIE

I hate when he’s away, leaving our bed cold and empty on the nights I spend away from my sorority.

He texts me throughout the day, before class, after class. And once I’m home, we call. I set my phone up in a mug as I shower and we talk about his games as I promise to watch them.

It’s the nights that can be the hardest, I used to spend the Tuesdays and Fridays I didn’t have class on with Trev at his nice little apartment with the big open windows that let the light in.

The Polaroids of me on a cork-board next to the bowl where the keys go, my favorite photo of us. I’m asleep in his arms; wearing a ducks fuzzy blanket that he’d bought me. Trevor is laid next to me, facing me. He’s awake, gently brushing my hair out of my face.

We’re listening to the same music, Cruel summer by Taylor swift; he denies that he’s not a fan of her but I’m working on breaking that down.

The way he looks at me, it’s like there are hearts in his eyes.

I know he’s going to be home.. in a few days. But I’m still missing him, more than ever now that winter is closing in.

He does this thing, where he sets up these warm winter sheets if he doesn’t have a roadie or a game. Maybe I’m cheesy or a weird girlfriend but here I am.

Washing his sheets, deep cleaning his house. Even getting the apartment ready for the fake tree we set up.

The apartment smells like Christmas and love and I’m so content I just want to lay here forever. With the candles, Trevor, Christmas movies and baking muffins and cookies like my mama did.

I tuck his pillows in, and lay this fluffy ‘Falala’ blanket on the edge of the bed.

He comes home, and I’m the first to see him, rushing out of my beat up Toyota, “Trev! Trevor!” I cry out excitedly as he comes barreling through the doors and scooping me up into his arms. Peppering kisses all over my face. When he finally lands a kiss on my lips I melt.

GYM

Jamie Drysdale

I don’t know why, or how Jamie manages to do it but every morning at 5:30 he wakes up and goes to the gym. Not practice but just the gym.

“Babes, you want to come to the gym with me, I think we can get coffee on the way back” He whispers in my ear; sweeping the hair back and kissing just above my temple.

“Mmm.. I guess” I usually whine and complain but today I feel like going. Usually because I don’t get to spend a lot of time with him.

I love the car rides with him; they remind me so much of the airport drives I grew up on. While he drinks preworkout I stick to water.

While Jamie doesn’t take long with his stretches while I take a little longer. I watch him as he does his squat warmups and eventually I join him asking how much he wants to add onto his set, “just give me a ten and I think I’ll be good and I can watch you do yours” he tells me as he sets his tack and I move to grab the weights off and then add it to his set.

“Cute I love this pookie” I Tell him; swiftly kissing his cheek before continuing a stretch as I keep an eye on him.

“I still don’t understand why you call me pookie all the time” He says tucking his head and racking the weights.

“Because, you are my pookie” I tell him; I take the weights off and slowly warm up before adding some simple 25s.

He deadlifts, I squat. Obviously he lifts more than me but that’s simply because I’m not an athlete anymore. I’m enjoying my life, studying to become a doctor. Watching my pretty boyfriend play hockey.

I don’t like working out for too long, and neither does he on the days I join him and even now I sometimes still feel guilty that he’d cut part of his workout short but he says he just likes spending all the time with me as he can before a roadie

I drive on the ride home as Jamie does some work stuff that I don’t ever really understand even though he’s tried to explain it a million times.

I always shower first when we get home because while Jamie showers I do my skincare and make breakfast.

Eggs with toast and avocado, I brew coffee for us and he steps out with sweats on and his hair all damp in the way that makes me want kiss his face all over.

He’ll kiss my cheek and take a plate.

It’s strange usually we don’t talk during breakfast, not because our lives are uninteresting but because it’s hard to decide what to talk about first.

(I dont know how to end this)

ALL THE LOVE

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!oc

Series Masterlist

ONE

I only like the bookstore during the night, when it’s slow and nobody’s around. The lights are flickering and the town suddenly goes quiet in contrast with the bustle of the busy mornings and heavy traffic of the day.

I only work here on the weekends for the closing shifts or the opening ones. Something to make a little more money to fall back on besides my adult corporate job. My parents are proud, more my father than my mother that I’ve begun my climb up the corporate ladder.

I don’t hate my job, far from it. Simply the long hours and bossy bosses that make me pull at my fingers and tug at my hair. Especially with my youth and admitted naivety, those at my job can be wary about me either in the break room or being hesitant to invite me out for drinks.

I’ve been told by my therapist that I rushed my childhood, skipping grades and taking collage classes while also taking highschool classes at the same time. I want to fight her on it, claim that I did have a childhood and had dreams but I know that I’m defending something I never had.

Two parents who were always fighting; hated eachother but swore to stay together because of their vows, “Hey Bella” I smile at the older lady standing at the counter as I tuck behind into the back room and set my purse onto the table and wrapping my apron around my body, “slow day?” I ask as I switch from heels to converse.

“Yeah, it’s the middle of the school season so all the kidlets are probably studying” she sighs out rubbing her tired eyes, “ok, I’m off. Be safe. Please” she reminds me as she pats my shoulder, “I’ll need you to come in a bit earlier tomorrow for the opening shift, we’re getting a new shipment of books for the month”

“Uhh, yeah yeah I can do that, so 5:30 instead of six?” I clarify, as I clock myself in on the timetable next to the register.

“Yes, thank you Emma. You’re a doll” She smiles and blows me a kiss exiting the building as the cold wind brushes against her; gently pulling at the greying blonde hair that’s always been tucked into a a little bun.

I turn on some music to keep my mind from straying as I walk around the store. Gently brushing my fingers against the creased spines and occasional leather covered book. Those nice collectors editions are always Romeo and Juliet, or Hamlet.

Personally I’ve thought Romeo and Juliet a bit childish and immature, but I’ve always been told I’m looking at it from a modern perspective. I believe that Romeo and Juliet is the way to not fall in love.

But then again, that’s coming from the girl who watched her parents try and fix an already broken marriage by having an abundance of kids and forcing themselves to stay together even though, everyone’s known they’d be better apart. Even their own kids.

I tidy up the reading corner, setting the old book. Princess and the pea back onto the shelf and searching for the one tomorrow.

My my fingers pull and push against the covers of the kids books, looking for something different. I don’t pay attention when the bell jingles and jangles while I hear a heavy step quickly become softer. I hear them physically relax as they walk the isles.

I eventually decide on a book with a unicorn and a blonde girl. Something I fondly remember of my own childhood.

I stretch up a little and let my hair down from its clip, it falls unevenly against my shoulders but I don’t mind or even care that much. This bookstore is my happy place; where I am safe and content within my own body. Here I will never care what I look like.

I view the man searching in the fiction section, something specific I can tell by his body language. If he needs help I’ll allow him to ask; yet I’m wary of going up to a man and guiding him to the book.

When he finally notices me watching him he turns around and asks, “do you know where I can find ‘The road’ it’s uh. Geez by I think by Cormac McCarthy?” He stumbles out; slowly dragging a hand across his face and brushing his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.

His face is soft but sharp; his eyes evoke a warm bubbly feeling inside me. Eyes that make me feel comfortable being alone with him, “yes, I believe we only have a few left” I tell him, walking off to a different section of the store, “I know, our shop is set up weird” I explain.

“And why’s that?” He inquires, his pace isnt rushed or faster than mine. But relaxed and nonchalant. As if he has all the time in the world.

“The original owners, she has a special section called ‘Meine Leibe’ which I think translates to ‘My loves’ or ‘my life’ once she passed her daughter kept it the same so this little section would always be here for her. I find it endearing” I know I ramble on a bit but I’ve suddenly grown afraid of having a silence against the two of us

“It is, it’s just a little place with all her favorite books?” He keeps asking, as I turn into the cozy little corner. I thumb through the alphabetical order.

“Yeah, her favorite chair, pillows. Shannon was such a kind lady” I reminisce, “here is The Road, is there anything else I can help you with? Or will that be all for today?”

“Uhh, ha unless you have ‘The deal’ by Elle Kennedy then I’ll take that too” I think he’s being sarcastic but I can’t really tell.

“I think we do, are you a hockey fan?” I ask walking to the romance section.

“I guess you could say that, do you watch?” He asks, “do you need a hand?”

“I watch a bit, just the New Jersey Devils with my dad. Yeah it’s just above there” I point, even on my tip toes the store has ceiling high bookshelves. And because it’s night the ladders been locked up. I move to the side as he grabs the book.

“Are you from Jersey?”

“Yeah, I lived there before I came to New York for a work deal”

“I’m going to assume it’s not this job.. right?” As he makes his way to the register and I slink behind the counter

“Yeah, my uh big girl job as my mom likes to address it as” I hear the roll in my eyes as I scan the bar codes and ring him up, “will that be with cash or card?”

“Card” He pulls his wallet out of the front pocket of his jacket, “thank you”, he checks for my name eyes staring just above but also at my chest.

I poke my eyebrows up at him praying to god this man isn’t looking at my tits directly; not even with the slightest bit of discretion.

“I’m uh looking for your name to thank you— I swear I’m not looking at your uh. You know boobs” he almost whispers out the last bit before continuing, “not that they aren’t nice or anything but uh” the tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks suddenly become flushed, “I will just pay now” he groans out softly; handing me his card and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

I ring him up and he puts his pin in, “thank you again, you never told me your name” he questions for that piece of information

“Emma”

“Thank you Emma, have a good evening” he purses his lips and grabs his books. Hands shaking as he smiles and starts to leave.

“You too, wait” I lean over the bar slightly, “you never told me your name?”

“Mat”

“Alright then, have a good evening Mat. Come back soon”

The door jingles as he leaves and I watch him through the window, I see him sigh and smack his books against his head. Though I don’t exactly hear what he says; noises muffled through the glass and the music.

“Huh. What a strange guy”

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

J. Drysdale

My head pounds in my eyes and sheets scratch against smooth legs, a bare stomach and chest. There’s mascara and lipstick running down my face, across my cheeks.

I don’t want to get up, I want to stay in this bed forever. It’s comfy and soft, and if I move I might barf.

The covers open from behind me and I gasp at the rush of cold air, finally opening my eyes. I see hockey sticks, some pucks, shirts and sweats strewn on the floor. I find my jeans, bra, shirt and other clothes on the ground.

My body aches as I slowly rise up, seeing a somewhat tall man rubbing his eyes and pulling his boxers up and grabbing his phone and walking out the door.

I’m quick to follow him, zipping my jeans up and pulling a shirt over my head. My jeans swish against eachother as I make my way outside of the room.

I stumble through the kitchen, blinking hard at the bright lights and chatter of young adult boys, grabbing keys and pouring coffee into travel mugs.

“‘Mornin” I hear a voice from behind as I receive a kiss on the cheek and a proud smack on the ass, “had fun?”

“From what I remember” I state grabbing my jacket that was laid on the couch, “maybe I’ll see you around”

I nurse my hangover from my own apartment, blinds drawn and lights all shut off. I’m trying to sleep through the day, only god knows how grateful I am that it’s a weekend.

My Friday nights are usually wild, on an off hooking up with Jamie Drysdale. He wants to be official; it’s clear and shamefully obvious that we’re both into each other. But my friends and most people who know me; see that I shy away from dating people.

Sometimes; if we don’t party too hard on Friday, after his Saturday practice he comes over. He knows I’m a lightweight; if I get lucky he might help my hangover. But usually I’m alright enough to watch a romcom with him.

But today; I’m much more exhausted than I usually am, tequila and vodka does that to you when you’re barely 21. It’s 2PM when he knocks on my door, and I crawl to open it.

“Hey sweetdoll, you feelin alright” he asks, gently kissing my temple and inviting himself inside, “you want me to pick up some of that ramen you like?”

“Uh, yeah.. yeah that would be really nice” I grumble following him inside as he sits down on my couch.

“Why don’t you want to go official with me?” He asks softly, he looks at me with those big eyes that I can’t ever look away from

“Im scared… people love you, and they love me so much less” I confide in him, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me closer into him.

“That.. I’d never thought of it that way” he rubs my shoulder and kisses my cheek, resting his head on mine.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I just need more time” I whisper against his skin

“All the time in the world, Sweetdoll”

WINTER

It’s too cold and I miss Jamie Drysdale I haven’t seen booboo bear in forever

“I’m still concerned how you think this” jamie shrugs to the 60 degree weather that’s begun invading California, “is cold” but nonetheless he still lets me drag a blanket all around the house and lets me cuddle up to him all the time. Even when I stick him with my cold feet.

“You grew up in fucking— fucking Canada” I butt out, “you have an unfair advantage” I whine at him. As I slowly drag myself back into our bedroom, “why is it so cold”

“Because it’s fall” He never misses a beat as he stands in the door way. Leaning against the frame as I snuggle myself into my side of the bed.

He eventually leans in and takes his shoes off before sliding into bed with me, still in his hoodie but thankfully taking off his hat before he snatches me with his arms.

“You’re freezing” He groans, I move into him and he tries to scoot away, “no you’re cold”

“Yeah but you’re warm, please jammy, im so cold. And you love me” I complain latching myself into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me. I hope you know that”

“I would never”

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