Summary: After many summers together in Port Stanley, Travis finally confirms his feelings for you.
Word Count: 732
Warnings: drinking
When your parents said they were buying a summer home, you expected a beautiful house on the beach, not some cottage in the middle of bofu Canada. Your dad’s idea of “fun” was hunting and fishing with your uncles. Despite being his daughter, you guys definitely did not share the same definition for fun. You wanted a big house, near the beach, so you could spend every summer just soaking up the sun.
The only good thing that came from your new house in Port Stanley was the hot guy who lived in the house down the road. He seemed to also only be here during the summer, and watching him from the pier in your backyard was the highlight of your days.
It only took the half the summer before your families became close, and started spending the majority of the summer together. Travis became one of your closest friends, and you guys spent most of the summer together, when he wasn't hunting and fishing with his brother and both your dads. Your friendship with Travis made your slight crush turn into full blown obsession. You were pretty sure he got hotter every summer. When he came back from his first full season in the NHL, you were shocked. He had always been muscular, but this was a whole new level of jacked. It only made saying goodbye at the end of each summer that much harder.
“Hellllooo earth to y/n??” Travis waved in your face.
You were sitting in a hammock in your backyard, reading, and you must have zoned out thinking about Travis.
“Sorry Trav. What were you saying?” You asked.
“Tonight Colton is having a bonfire. I said we would go. It starts at 7.”
“Yeah, yeah that sounds good. Are you driving?”
“Yup. I’ll pick you up in your driveway tonight. I have to go workout and skate.” He kisses your cheek, and heads toward his truck.
You decided just to wear jean shorts and a long sleeve flyers shirt that was most likely Trav’s. You threw on a little makeup, and just let your hair fall naturally. True to his word, Travis was in your driveway at 6:55pm. You ran out the door, saying goodbye to your parents, and jumped in the passenger seat of his truck.
“Love the t-shirt, but it does look awfully familiar. I think I’ve seen that hot guy a few houses over wear it before.”
You laugh. “There is a hot guy who lives next door? Wait why haven't you introduced me to him?”
“You're looking at him, babe.” You both burst out laughing at that, but you have to admit hearing him say babe and joke like this makes your heart swell.
There weren’t too many people at Colton’s, and he already started the bonfire. Travis disappeared, telling you he would get both of you a drink. You got pulled away by some friends soon after your arrival.
You were four white claws deep, and a little more than tipsy. You had talked to almost everyone at the party, and you were having a hard time finding Travis. You finally spotted him sitting around the fire.
“Trav, I’ve literally been looking all over for you. Where have you been?”
“I’ve been right here all night long y/n.” He said pulling you in between his legs.
“You are a cuddly drunk, did you know that?” You slur.
“I’m alway cuddly babe, you just never cuddle with me.” He tells you seriously.
“Travis Konecny first of all, stop calling me babe. And secondly you have never once asked me to cuddle with you.”
“You don't like it when I call you babe?” He acts with a concerned look on his face.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it just, we are, well we are just friends, and when you call me babe it just..”
“Just what?” He asks.
“Ugghhh.” You bury your now very red face into his chest.
“Y/n,” He says grabbing my chin, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
For a moment you are shocked, but then you realized what was happening and kissed him back. You were kissing your best friend, the boy you had a crush on for so many summers, the boy who would never have come into your life if your parents hadn't purchased this awful house.
Summary: While Brock is attending the University of North Dakota, he meets a pretty girl in his medival history class.
Word count: 700
Warnings: none
Second semester sophomore year is supposed to be easy, unless you oversleep and miss your appointment with your advisor. Now I am stuck taking a stupid medieval history class with a bunch of nerds.
I walk to the back of the classroom, in hopes that everyone else will want to sit front and center. A few minutes before class starts, I see someone sit next to me. I continue to look at my phone in hopes they will get the point, that I am not interested in talking. Sadly they do not.
“How did you get stuck taking this class?” They ask.
I look up from my phone, and I am surprised by what I see. The guy is cute with longer blonde hair and dimples. I decide I will mess with him a bit.
“My major is actually medieval history. It is something I am really passionate about.” I say with a serious face.
His face instantly drops, and I watch with amusement as he tries to recover.
“Oh god, I am such an idiot. I'm sorry I just assumed since you were sitting in the back, and oh god I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m so so…” He rambles.
I cut him off before he embarrses himself further, “I’m just messing with you. I overslept and missed my appointment with my advisor, so all the good classes were taken.”
“Jeez, way to scare a guy. I felt like a complete asshole.” He half smiles.
“So, how did you get stuck in this class?” I ask him.
“Well we picked classes in the middle of hockey season, and I was really busy so I had a late appointment time. So pretty much the same thing as you, all the good classes were taken.”
“Oh you play hockey?” I ask, “are you any good?”
“Meh. I’m okay.” He smiles.
“Hmm. I see.”
“What is your name by the way?” Just as he asks, the professor walks in and starts talking.
He goes to ask me again, but I shush him.
The class is very painful, and I see the guy next to me almost fall asleep like seven times. This will be really fun.
Before I turn to leave I hear him start to say something, “Hey, I never got your name.”
“Well then I guess you will just have to find out on your own.” I smirk at him before turning around, and leaving him confused.
Over the course of the next several weeks, the boy who sits next to me, who I later learn is Brock, tries to guess my name every class. Each time he comes in with a new name. At first he started out with common ones like Mary and Sara, but when those didn’t work, he moved onto things like Cora and Zoey.
Finally one day he has had enough.
“I think I have guessed every name on pinterest.” Brock sighs.
“Well clearly not everyone because you still can’t guess mine.” I joke.
“Come on. I am running out of ideas over here.” He whines.
“Fine, next week if you still don’t get it, I will finally tell you.” I smirk at him.
“Okay I am in. What do I get if I guess it?” He asks happily.
“Bragging rights? This has gone on for this long. I really don’t think you will.”
“But if i do, you have to go on a date with me.” Brock says seriously.
I hesitate. A date? Where did this come from?
“Okay, fine. If I win, you have to buy me coffee for the rest of the semester.”
“Deal.” Brock agrees.
The next class I see Brock walk in with a sad look on his face.
“What’s wrong pretty boy? Can’t figure out what you are going to guess?’ I chrip him.
Brock sits down, and slowly looks over at me. He is smiling now.
“Well, actually y/n we will be going out to dinner this weekend.” Brock smirks.
“WHO TOLD YOU?” I half yell and half laugh.
“I will never divulge my sources.” Brock jokes.
We laugh and joke for the rest of class, and that Saturday Brock picks me up at my apartment around 6.
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