Young Guns... part 4.
Written by: bhavna_grint
Title: Young Guns
Pairing: Matt Stajan / Kyle Wellwood with mention of Jason Spezza and Carlo Colaiacovo.
Notes: First day of WJC '03 winter camp
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, but I wish they were :(
Part one | Part two | Part three
Matty’s POV
Here we were. In Halifax… the final roster was chosen, and Jason wasn’t on it. Thank fucking God for that…I don’t know what I’d do if he was on the team… God knows that things had been awkward enough in avoiding him for the summer, let alone the season. He kept asking me what he did wrong, and I couldn’t fucking take it. The asshole cheated on me. He fucking cheated on me, and he didn’t know what he did wrong?! Our break up wasn’t pretty. There was a lot yelling, breaking of things, and more yelling… I think the scouts caught wind of it, and that’s why Jason didn’t make the team…
I was in my room un packing my things since I got there early. They had kept room assignment a secret, and I wished that Cola would be my roomie, but you never know. I was putting my suits in the closet, I heard the door open. Ah, it must be my room mate. Moving away from the closet, I went around and stopped dead in my tracks. Kyle Wellwood.
Fuck. I thought I was going to get through this tournament relatively unscathed, but the fact that Kyle was my roommate? Only proved the opposite. I forced a smile and held out my hand.
“Hey…” I said, waiting for him to shake my hand. He looked a little shocked, then he grinned as he shook my hand.
“Hey, Matty-Matt,” Kyle said, stopping himself. Heh. Matty. There always was something about the way he called me that… But that was all in the past now. We had both fucked that up hardcore, and there was probably not a chance in hell that we’d end up back together. Just accept it and move the fuck on. I smiled at him, and helped him with his bags. I sat back on my bed as he unpacked his stuff. He pulled out a familiar pair of boxers from his bag, and I giggled.
“Dude! You still have those?!” I said, pointing at Kyle’s ‘lucky underwear.’ He was blushing madly.
“SHUT UP!” he exclaimed as he put away his undergarments. “It… brings me luck is all…” I giggled madly.
“I just can’t believe you still have that thing…” I said, catching my breath. “I mean, how long have you had that? Since ’01?!”
“Yes. Yes I’ve had it since ’01. And I’ll have you know it was the pair I was wearing when I got drafted by that loser team you keep going on and on about!”
Loser team? Uh no.
“Loser team? LOSER TEAM? I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, they were the greatest team on the planet!”
“Yeah… the greatest team that hasn’t won the cup in…how many years? 34?” He said chucking a pillow at me.
“Very mature, Wellwood!” I said throwing a pillow back at him. He giggled.
“Not so mature there, yourself, Stajan!” he said, going back to unpacking. I leaned back against the headboard, and closed my eyes. I know I wanted Carlo to be my room mate, but I guess Welly would be alright… right? We could move on as… friends? Now that the whole Jason thing was behind me, things would be infinitely less awkward, and that would give us time to reestablish our friendship. Yeah… that’s it…
I opened my eyes and he was done unpacking. I glanced over at the clock and it was nearly dinner time. Smiling over at Kyle, I said,
“Hey… did you want to grab a bite to eat?” He smiled at me.
“Sure thing, just give me a sec.”
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Dinner was pretty fun. Kyle and I caught up on old times, and it was fairly less awkward than I thought it would be. We couldn’t have any beers… coach would have killed us. So much for being 19, eh? It was going to storm, so we decided to go back. We made our way back upstairs and changed into our pyjamas.
I lay down on my bed, and pulled up the covers. Kyle lay down on his bed too, and I turned on my side to face him.
“Today was fun…eh?”
“Yeah… it really was,” he smiled.
“Well… g’night then…” I turned off my light. He turned off his.
“Night!” I turned on my side and started to drift off to the sound of the snowfall outside.
After an hour, the wind really started to pick up and was howling outside. At one point, a branch hit our window and Kyle jumped out of his bed and into mine, clutching me.
“AH! MATTY!” he screamed. I jumped back a little and hugged him.
“Shh Kyle…it’s okay…” I said stroking his back. He closed his eyes and rest his head against my chest.
“Let me sleep here tonight, Matty, please? I’m so scared…” I nodded and hugged him.
“Alright…” I said, pulling the covers over us. “Good night Kyle…” I said, but he was already fast asleep. Holding him against me, I fell asleep too.
Title: Young Guns
Pairing: Matt Stajan / Kyle Wellwood with mention of Jason Spezza and Carlo Colaiacovo.
Notes: First day of WJC '03 winter camp
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, but I wish they were :(
Part one | Part two | Part three
Matty’s POV
Here we were. In Halifax… the final roster was chosen, and Jason wasn’t on it. Thank fucking God for that…I don’t know what I’d do if he was on the team… God knows that things had been awkward enough in avoiding him for the summer, let alone the season. He kept asking me what he did wrong, and I couldn’t fucking take it. The asshole cheated on me. He fucking cheated on me, and he didn’t know what he did wrong?! Our break up wasn’t pretty. There was a lot yelling, breaking of things, and more yelling… I think the scouts caught wind of it, and that’s why Jason didn’t make the team…
I was in my room un packing my things since I got there early. They had kept room assignment a secret, and I wished that Cola would be my roomie, but you never know. I was putting my suits in the closet, I heard the door open. Ah, it must be my room mate. Moving away from the closet, I went around and stopped dead in my tracks. Kyle Wellwood.
Fuck. I thought I was going to get through this tournament relatively unscathed, but the fact that Kyle was my roommate? Only proved the opposite. I forced a smile and held out my hand.
“Hey…” I said, waiting for him to shake my hand. He looked a little shocked, then he grinned as he shook my hand.
“Hey, Matty-Matt,” Kyle said, stopping himself. Heh. Matty. There always was something about the way he called me that… But that was all in the past now. We had both fucked that up hardcore, and there was probably not a chance in hell that we’d end up back together. Just accept it and move the fuck on. I smiled at him, and helped him with his bags. I sat back on my bed as he unpacked his stuff. He pulled out a familiar pair of boxers from his bag, and I giggled.
“Dude! You still have those?!” I said, pointing at Kyle’s ‘lucky underwear.’ He was blushing madly.
“SHUT UP!” he exclaimed as he put away his undergarments. “It… brings me luck is all…” I giggled madly.
“I just can’t believe you still have that thing…” I said, catching my breath. “I mean, how long have you had that? Since ’01?!”
“Yes. Yes I’ve had it since ’01. And I’ll have you know it was the pair I was wearing when I got drafted by that loser team you keep going on and on about!”
Loser team? Uh no.
“Loser team? LOSER TEAM? I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, they were the greatest team on the planet!”
“Yeah… the greatest team that hasn’t won the cup in…how many years? 34?” He said chucking a pillow at me.
“Very mature, Wellwood!” I said throwing a pillow back at him. He giggled.
“Not so mature there, yourself, Stajan!” he said, going back to unpacking. I leaned back against the headboard, and closed my eyes. I know I wanted Carlo to be my room mate, but I guess Welly would be alright… right? We could move on as… friends? Now that the whole Jason thing was behind me, things would be infinitely less awkward, and that would give us time to reestablish our friendship. Yeah… that’s it…
I opened my eyes and he was done unpacking. I glanced over at the clock and it was nearly dinner time. Smiling over at Kyle, I said,
“Hey… did you want to grab a bite to eat?” He smiled at me.
“Sure thing, just give me a sec.”
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Dinner was pretty fun. Kyle and I caught up on old times, and it was fairly less awkward than I thought it would be. We couldn’t have any beers… coach would have killed us. So much for being 19, eh? It was going to storm, so we decided to go back. We made our way back upstairs and changed into our pyjamas.
I lay down on my bed, and pulled up the covers. Kyle lay down on his bed too, and I turned on my side to face him.
“Today was fun…eh?”
“Yeah… it really was,” he smiled.
“Well… g’night then…” I turned off my light. He turned off his.
“Night!” I turned on my side and started to drift off to the sound of the snowfall outside.
After an hour, the wind really started to pick up and was howling outside. At one point, a branch hit our window and Kyle jumped out of his bed and into mine, clutching me.
“AH! MATTY!” he screamed. I jumped back a little and hugged him.
“Shh Kyle…it’s okay…” I said stroking his back. He closed his eyes and rest his head against my chest.
“Let me sleep here tonight, Matty, please? I’m so scared…” I nodded and hugged him.
“Alright…” I said, pulling the covers over us. “Good night Kyle…” I said, but he was already fast asleep. Holding him against me, I fell asleep too.