I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and got up to stretch, then I looked over to my right and saw Jonathan still asleep. I got off of the bed and the headache kicked in. I changed and went downstairs to get aspirin and water. I got back up and heard his phone ring again so I woke him up so he'd answer it.
"Hello?" he says into the phone, looking at me. 'I'm going to the bathroom.' I mouthed to him. he nodded.
After I came out of the bathroom, he was changed and had his bag on his shoulder.
"What's going on?" I ask him.
"Im late for practice, lets go."
He led me to his car, but the entire time I was staring at the way he was walking. We got in the car then I spoke up.
"You can't even walk."
"I wonder why.." he responds," I gotta make up an excuse."
"Lower-body injury?"
"Perfect." he says smiling.
After about twenty minutes of driving we get to the arena, and he opens the door for us then runs inside. I laugh, but find my way to he seats.
Jonathan comes out on the ice with all the padding, but no jersey. I get up from my seat and get closer to him.
"Louise, can you get my jersey from home? Like fast?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded then ran out and quickly got to the car. I got home in ten minutes due to driving faster, I unlocked the door and ran upstairs looking in his bedroom. I finally found it in his closet and I got out of the house, locking the door.
I got back to the arena and threw the jersey to Johnny. I found myself back to my seat and watch them practice, after a couple minutes of practicing I see Patrick Kane and Shaw talking and laughing and pointing at Jonathan. I laughed quietly to myself, knowing what they were walking about. Johnny got mad at them, and said that he couldn't sake because of a 'lower-body injury', but then they told him that it wasn't from the way he was skating instead, it was the jersey misunderstanding.
They looked at me and I blushed and looked away.
Well they know everything now..