The sound of skates scraping the ice automatically brings me back to my childhood. There wasn't one moment that passed where my family wasn't focused on hockey, especially since my brother has played his entire life. That's why when he made it into the NHL, we were so happy for him.
Having a brother that's in the NHL has many benefits; one of those benefits being that I get to watch the Blue Jackets practice whenever I want.
"Brandon, you're looking a little slow out there!" I tease my brother from the bench.
"Shut up, (Y/N)!" He yells back at me as he skates past. I laugh to myself because Brandon always takes my comments so seriously. He's honestly one of the fastest skaters on the team.
I continue to make comments on him from the bench, but he only takes it for so much longer until he starts making comments back at me.
"I don't even know how you can see straight four-eyes!"
"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend!"
His sarcastic remarks earned a few fits of laughter from a few of his teammates. I started to get really upset.
The comments continued on and on...
I started to take it into consideration. My glasses are a little too big for my face. Maybe I should get new ones? Does it truly interfere with my love life? Probably... I'm not pretty enough to get a boyfriend. Who would want me?
All of these thoughts come rushing through my head and I start to tear up. Maybe Brandon is right...
I stand from the bench and run into the locker room. I know that no one will be in there since everyone is out on the ice. I go into a bathroom stall and start crying my eyes out.
Brandon knew where my insecurities where and he sure hit them all. Maybe I needed a reality check?
•Boone's POV•
I see (Y/N) stand from the bench and run off somewhere else. I heard everything Brandon said to her... How could he be so cruel to his sister? I can't just watch him as he destroys her.
I skate over to him and cross-check him in the back. "What the hell was that?" I yell.
"What the hell was what?" He turns around and shoves me a little.
"Did you not just see your sister burst into tears?" I ask.
"Whatever, man." He rolls his eyes and turns around, taking the puck and shooting it on net.
"No, it's not whatever man."
I decided that if he wasn't going to do anything, then I would. I got off the ice and walked into the locker room to search for (Y/N).
•(Y/N)'s POV•
I heard the locker room door open and I tried to dry up as many tears as possible so whoever was in the room couldn't hear me. I guess it didn't work as well as planned because I hear a knock on the stall.
"(Y/N), open up." He demands. "It's Boone."
"Please, just leave me alone." I beg him. I sink my head into my hands.
No one ever knew this, but I had a slight crush on Boone. He was really sweet to me and is always able to make me laugh.
"You know I'm not going to leave you in here to cry, right?" He sighs. "I'll give you a choice: either open the door or I'm going to break it down."
I consider both options, but they still end up with the same result. Boone is not going to leave me alone...
"Fine, I'll come out." I roll my eyes and unlock the stall door to reveal a concerned looking Boone.
I end up telling Boone everything. I told him that Brandon had hurt me in the worst ways possible and that those things he said were things I believed about myself.
"You shouldn't let him tell you any different than what you are." He says while looking over at me.
"What do you mean by that?" I question him.
"Your glasses perfectly fit your personality... as well as your face." He laughs. "I think it's stupid to let him change your mind about them." He gives my frames a small tap and they fall about an inch down my nose. I laugh at his gesture and push them back up to where they should be. "You're beautiful and you shouldn't let Brandon tell you that you aren't. He's your brother... He's supposed to say stuff like that." He says. "But deep down inside, even though it doesn't seem like it, he loves you."
I smile at his kind and encouraging words, but I can't seem to get those two words he had just spoken out of my mind. He called me beautiful. I must be hallucinating. Right?
"Thank you, Boone." I give him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. He looks a bit surprised once I pull back.
"What was that for?" He asks.
"You called me beautiful."
His cheeks turn a deep shade of red and he starts to rub the back of his neck. "Oh," He begins. "Uh, yeah..."
I laugh at his nervous response and stand up from the bench in the locker room. As I go to walk out the door, Boone stops me.
"Hey, wait." He stands up and pushes the door shut with one hand above my head. I turn around and he's only centimeters from my face. "I forgot to do one thing." I can feel his breath on my face. All I want is to feel his lips on mine.
"And what was that?" I raise an eyebrow but continue looking at his lips.
"This." Without another second passing, he quickly but gently presses his lips on mine. It was the greatest thing I've ever felt before. Everything was so perfect in this moment, I never wanted it to end.
I definitely must be hallucinating...
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