The Road to the Cup ~ Wattys 2015

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Practice went well. We had about a week until the actual season started, and the break from games and travel would be good. I went home to my apartment to clean up. There were dishes in the sink, and the place was just a mess overall. I began cleaning, turning the radio up and dancing as I worked.

My phone ran and I picked it up, "'Sup?"

"Hello to you, too," Justin laughed.

"Hey, J," I said as I folded the blankets Robert had used last night.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning my apartment."

"Mind telling me where that is?"

"Fourth street, why?" I asked.

"I'm coming over," I could hear the smile in Justin's voice.

"You're in Pittsburgh???" I shrieked.

"Yeah, we came to visit," he replied.

"Who's we?" I was suspicious.

"Oh, you know..."

"No, I don't. I'm not telepathic."

"So you're tele-pathetic?" He joked.

"Ha ha, who are you with?" I demanded, not amused.

"An old friend," he replied.

"Justin!"

"Which apartment is yours?"

"Fourth floor, 291," I sighed.

"We'll be right there," he singsonged and hung up.

I texted the team, 'J. Abdelkader and an old friend are visiting. Might need back up.'

'Now?' Sidney asked.

'Not yet,' I replied.

'Who's the old friend?' Beau asked.

'I don't know. Gotta go, they're here. I'll text you if I need you.' I hit send and went to open my front door. There was Justin and our friend Chris.

"Hey!" I said. I hugged both guys and let them in.

"Hi, how's the east coast treating you?" Chris asked. We hadn't seen each other since graduation.

"It's nice out here," I nodded.

"Better than the Mitten?"

"Maybe," I grinned.

"Dude, Abby, you didn't tell me there was a guy involved!" Chris yelled.

"What?" Justin said, surprised.

"What are you talking about, Chris?" I asked.

"You're blushing! There's gotta be a guy!" He exclaimed.

"I've been slaving away over the state of this apartment, which is why my face is flushed. There isn't a guy," I tried to convince him.

"Yeah, she would've told me if there was a guy," Justin said. Not true, I wouldn't tell him if there was a guy, unless it was him, which it wasn't.

"Oh, damn it," Chris said.

"Why are you so upset that there isn't a guy?" I asked.

"Your mom sent me to find out," Chris hung his head shamefully.

I laughed, "My mom sent you?"

"Yes. She said you seemed sad when you left and she thought it might be a guy's fault."