you.”
It’s not a question. She states it as a fact. Silently, I nod my head.
“Elli, I’m going to help get you through this. But you can’t be closed off anymore, okay?”
How did I get so lucky to get a best friend like Tegan? She grabs the blanket at the end of the couch, and we curl up, laying our heads on each other, as she presses play to start Harry Potter. I love how she’s not pushing me to talk any further. It’s like she knows I can’t handle opening that door anymore. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one comforting her tonight?
“You still haven’t told me about the guy you were with.” And just like that, we're back to normal. With a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
“Wait, how did you know?!”
“I'm psychic. And your phone just went off with a text from someone named ‘Mr.Hockey’. So spill.”
My heart starts racing, in a good way, and I grab my phone to see that she’s right. And he did really text me. What a delightful change in the conversation.
“He walked in while I was skating tonight. Scared me half to death I might add. Then he started skating with me and we talked for a little bit before he walked me out to my car when you called. He overheard our conversation and said to tell you Logan is a player and to stay away from him.”
“WOAH! Wait a second! ELLI! You got his number! This is huge! No way am I believing this right now. Miss ‘my only other friends besides Tegan are fictional’ What’s his name?!”
“Dylan”
“Dylan? As in Dylan Rath? Captain of the Wolves Hockey team?”
“That’s the one.”
“ELLI! He’s hot! Score! I’m so happy for you! What’d he say?!”
“Woahh there. Slow down skippy! Its just a text!”
“Whatever! What did he say?!”
Opening up the text, it’s a picture of a large salt container and underneath he wrote ‘for next time’. A giant smile covers my face and Tegan looks over at the cause of joy running through my veins.
“Salt? What the hell? Y’all are weird.”
Sending back a reply I type ‘I can’t wait’, and not even a minute later, my phone goes off with another text from him.
Mr.Hockey: Me either. How’s your friend?
Tegan is still looking over my shoulder as she slaps my arm out of excitement.
Me: She’s better, thanks. She said she wished she took our advice sooner lol
“Liar!” Tegan yells next to me.
“Hey you know you were thinking it!”
“Yea you’re right…”
Mr. Hockey: Logan’s an ass. What movie you guys watching?
Me: Harry Potter. It’s our go-to.
Mr. Hockey: Who’s your favorite character?
Me: Harry Potter fan?
Mr. Hockey: Pshhh. That’s like asking if Harry Potter is the chosen one.
Tegan excitedly squeals next to me. “Marry this man Elli! He’s like your soul mate.”
“Tegan!"
“What? It’s super obvious. And he’s hot.”
Yea, and extremely nice, and funny.
Me: Well ok then! Hands down Fred and George. Yours?
Mr. Hockey: Easy. Neville. Always root for the underdog.
Me: Gotta love Neville!
Mr. Hockey: Have you ever been to the Harry Potter park in Universal?
Me: No! I want to go so bad! Have you?
Mr. Hockey: Nope. It looks awesome. Maybe we can go one day when you don’t have class.
“I’m coming too! I don’t care if I’m third wheeling, I‘ve always wanted to go!”
“Tegan, these are just words. They don’t mean it’s actually going to happen!”
“Shut up and tell him yes!”
Me: I’d love too.
Mr. Hockey: I’m holding you to that!
Me: I’d never pass that up!
Mr. Hockey: Do you have class tomorrow?
"Woah, he wastes no time! That’s a good sign!”
“Tegan what do I say?!”
"Tell him you don’t! Our next class doesn’t start until Monday, and then we won’t have any free time for like a month!”
Me: Nope, no class. They’re giving us a breather before we start our next hell month.
Mr. Hockey: I have a game tomorrow. You want to come? Maybe catch a bite to eat after? You can bring your friend