I want to be offended, but then the waitress asks if I want another slice of pie, and my stomach lets me know it regrets all of my life choices up to this point.

Hence the all-nighter of whiskey and pie. I’d never lived with someone before, but it didn’t take long for me to realize the worst part of sharing your space with someone. When I said no, he pointed out she’d redecorated and all her stuff was there. Tripp came over one day and asked if Jessica lived with me. My gut is hating me for it, but not as much as my head is hating me for all that whiskey I consumed.Īll I want is to go to bed and sleep it off, but she will be there. I spent most of it drinking with the team before they headed home and I holed up in an all-night diner and ate my weight in pie. Losing the Stanley Cup to Boston last night stung like a bitch, especially when it was followed up by yet another fight with my girlfriend, but then instead of drowning my sorrows with my best friend, he ditched me for half the night. I’m the one with bricks for brains who’s always smiling. My best friend, Tripp, he’s the sweet one off the ice but has a razor edge when he’s being the best goaltender in the NHL. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.Įveryone has a thing. This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp. According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”īut the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. What more do I need? To settle down? No thank you. I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me. They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex.

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it.

Irresponsible puckboy by eden finley