SOMETHING IT WON'T
Title: Something it Won't
Author: geekintehpink
Pairing/Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference, implied Andrew Ference/Phil Kessel, Dennis Wideman, Brandon Bochenski
Rating: R for implied sex.
Summary: Albe comes home to find the beginning of the end.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Kthxbai.
I was in one of those 'last thing you ever saw coming' scenarios. I'd thought he was happy. Thought I was enough for him. But nights spent together became less and less frequent-which was strange, since we lived together. He was always out. And he would only stay home on nights that I was out. I'd come home and try to get him going. Try to do the only thing he ever seemed to like when I did, but he just...didn't seem all too interested in it. I was starting to feel like he was getting it somewhere else, really. I'd just spent an evening out with a couple of teammates, Brandon Bochenski and Dennis Wideman, and had invited them up to play some video games with myself and Fare...mostly because drunken video games with Dennis and Bo were quite possibly the most fun I had ever had in my life, so I figured I would share that with Fare. And maybe...that could help us salvage what was left of a...I didn't even know what to call us anymore. Bo was a little more than drunk (though, I didn't see how he could be, only having had three beers at the bar; I guess he was what you'd call an extreme lightweight-especially for a hockey player), and it was taking both Dennis and I to lead him to my apartment without him falling flat on his face. But, I had to admit, it was hilarious.
I had my keys in my hand, when I heard Bo cat-calling one of my neighbors. And I had to pause for a second to laugh at that. Dennis was holding him up with one arm, and he was practically falling to the floor, dragging Dennis with him, as he whistled at the clearly uninterested woman. “Bo, dude, you're barking up the wrong tree...” Dennis told him with a chuckle.
“No way, man. Didja see how she w's like...eyin' me and ev'rything?” Bo asked, and at that point, I had to turn around and laugh. “Albe, you saw it, right? She w's like...undressin' me with her eyes...”
I cracked up, especially considering the last time I had heard the phrase 'undressing with their eyes' was when my little sister was obsessed with the Spice Girls, and she listened to them on repeat, forcing me to memorize all of their songs and want to poke the part of my brain which held my memory, out. “Bo, dude. I think you're forgetting Jennifer...” I reminded him that he was married. And God knows, Jennifer Bochenski would have no less than my nuts on a platter if I was sitting idly by when Bo decided to cheat. “I'm sure my lesbian neighbor Mary-” Dennis and I exchanged amused glances at that, “was eying you, but Jennifer would probably kill both Dennis and I if anything happened, right?”
“Yeah, I know, but that doesn't mean I can't look, right?” Bo scoffed, glancing from me to Dennis. “Man, you guys're gettin' boring in yer old age...” he slurred and rolled his eyes, the change in focus almost making him fall flat on his ass.
Dennis practically fell when the weight of our teammate on him shifted, and I chuckled as I heard him laugh, once he regained his composure and wound up not face-flat on the floor, and then say, “I don't know where you get that idea, Bo, I'm a year younger than you, dude...”
I laughed at that, but Bo went quiet for a second, then scoffed. “Well fine. But c'mon, Albe, let us in yer place, huh? I'll betcha Fare isn't as boring as you two stiffs...” he broke free of Dennis' hold on him and stumbled up beside me, nearly falling once again.
I caught him and rolled my eyes, handing my keys off to Dennis, who took them and chuckled. “The little black one, dude...can you let us in?” I asked, watching Bo pick his head up. I was pretty sure that once we got in there, he wouldn't last but a few minutes, then be passed out in the middle of the floor. As Dennis opened the door, I led our near-fallen teammate into the apartment and the living room, watching as he fell to the couch and immediately grabbed for the remote. I noted inwardly that drunk Bo was a lot of fun, and looked around for Fare. “Fare?” I called out. I sighed, realizing that he was probably in bed, then glancing at Dennis. “He'd better not be in bed. I'll totally wake his ass up...” I grinned widely. “Watch Bo for me, would you?” I asked with a half-laugh.
Dennis laughed too, and nodded his head. “You owe me big for this, though, dude...” he said, heading toward the couch and taking a seat on the arm, watching Bo with an amused look on his face.
I headed toward Fare's room, since he never fell asleep in mine, or on the couch waiting for me like he used to. And once I got closer, I noted that there was a bit of music playing. My lips curled upward when I realized what the song was. Everlong by the Foo Fighters? We'd dubbed that our song in the first couple weeks of our relationship, and I couldn't help but grin. So, maybe he had been waiting for me to come home? Pushing the door to his bedroom open slowly, I went down the small hallway that led to the bed and flicked the light on. And...my eyes widened. When I noticed that...he wasn't alone. He was actually accompanied by a very blonde head laying on the pillow that was supposed to be mine. A blonde head that I recognized almost immediately as Phil Kessel's. I saw both sets of eyes open upon the change of light. Fare's looked...guilty and Phil's looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Um...” I paused.
I didn't say anything, after that, though. Because, what were you supposed to say when your entire world had been whirled on it's head over a course of six seconds? I closed my eyes for a second, wondering if I had been seeing things. But when I opened them again, the very same scene awaited me. It was silent for about a minute and a half, until I heard footsteps coming up behind me, and Dennis' voice. “Dude, not to rush the romancing but Bo just totally yakked all over your living room f-” and I think, in that second, he realized what was going on in front of him, because he trailed off. “...shit...” was the next thing I heard.
I closed my eyes and spoke. “I'll clean it up in a minute, Dennis...” I said, and even though I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, I wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of Fare and Phil. Dennis nodded and walked out of the room slowly, and then it was just myself and the two of them. I had to admit, I was pretty relieved that he had come in, since it sort of gave me time to put my thoughts together. “I have to say, guys, this explains a lot...” I said, noticing that Fare was about to speak, but I raised my hand to cut him off. “You didn't have anything to say until now, so why don't we just keep it that way...” I frowned. “I don't know what brought the two of you together, but it would have been nice to know before now, you know?” I said softly, and with that, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me and breathing a shaky, heavy breath.
Not even two seconds later, though, Dennis walked up beside me and put a hand on my arm. “If you want, you can come stay with me at my place, man. Long as you need to...” he offered. “And I mean that...” I hadn't officially told Dennis that Fare and I were a thing-were being the operative term now-but, while this rift between Fare and I seemed to have be growing steadily, Dennis became more and more of a confidant, and I had to say, the sentiment was appreciated.
And it was probably a good idea, too. “Thanks man...can...you wait here until I get some clothes and stuff?” I asked, watching as he nodded and walked to the couch to help Bo up. I'd leave the vomit there for him, or Phil, to clean up, or fall in, or whatever. Admittedly, this explained a lot of things about the course that our relationship had been taking for the past month or so, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I sighed and bit my lip. For now, I'd grab a couple days worth of clothes and my hockey stuff. I'd have to come back sooner or later anyway, for my other stuff, but for now...I made my way back out to the living room and saw that now, Fare was standing in the door frame. I didn't look at him for too long, simply called Dennis' attention, and helped him get Bo out the door. I just...didn't want to be there anymore. And at this rate, I didn't know if I ever would again.
I can't make you love me if you don't.
You can't make your heart feel something it won't.
Here in the dark, in these final hours,
I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power,
but you won't.
[ x-posted to 25hockey for a challenge ]
Author: geekintehpink
Pairing/Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference, implied Andrew Ference/Phil Kessel, Dennis Wideman, Brandon Bochenski
Rating: R for implied sex.
Summary: Albe comes home to find the beginning of the end.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Kthxbai.
I was in one of those 'last thing you ever saw coming' scenarios. I'd thought he was happy. Thought I was enough for him. But nights spent together became less and less frequent-which was strange, since we lived together. He was always out. And he would only stay home on nights that I was out. I'd come home and try to get him going. Try to do the only thing he ever seemed to like when I did, but he just...didn't seem all too interested in it. I was starting to feel like he was getting it somewhere else, really. I'd just spent an evening out with a couple of teammates, Brandon Bochenski and Dennis Wideman, and had invited them up to play some video games with myself and Fare...mostly because drunken video games with Dennis and Bo were quite possibly the most fun I had ever had in my life, so I figured I would share that with Fare. And maybe...that could help us salvage what was left of a...I didn't even know what to call us anymore. Bo was a little more than drunk (though, I didn't see how he could be, only having had three beers at the bar; I guess he was what you'd call an extreme lightweight-especially for a hockey player), and it was taking both Dennis and I to lead him to my apartment without him falling flat on his face. But, I had to admit, it was hilarious.
I had my keys in my hand, when I heard Bo cat-calling one of my neighbors. And I had to pause for a second to laugh at that. Dennis was holding him up with one arm, and he was practically falling to the floor, dragging Dennis with him, as he whistled at the clearly uninterested woman. “Bo, dude, you're barking up the wrong tree...” Dennis told him with a chuckle.
“No way, man. Didja see how she w's like...eyin' me and ev'rything?” Bo asked, and at that point, I had to turn around and laugh. “Albe, you saw it, right? She w's like...undressin' me with her eyes...”
I cracked up, especially considering the last time I had heard the phrase 'undressing with their eyes' was when my little sister was obsessed with the Spice Girls, and she listened to them on repeat, forcing me to memorize all of their songs and want to poke the part of my brain which held my memory, out. “Bo, dude. I think you're forgetting Jennifer...” I reminded him that he was married. And God knows, Jennifer Bochenski would have no less than my nuts on a platter if I was sitting idly by when Bo decided to cheat. “I'm sure my lesbian neighbor Mary-” Dennis and I exchanged amused glances at that, “was eying you, but Jennifer would probably kill both Dennis and I if anything happened, right?”
“Yeah, I know, but that doesn't mean I can't look, right?” Bo scoffed, glancing from me to Dennis. “Man, you guys're gettin' boring in yer old age...” he slurred and rolled his eyes, the change in focus almost making him fall flat on his ass.
Dennis practically fell when the weight of our teammate on him shifted, and I chuckled as I heard him laugh, once he regained his composure and wound up not face-flat on the floor, and then say, “I don't know where you get that idea, Bo, I'm a year younger than you, dude...”
I laughed at that, but Bo went quiet for a second, then scoffed. “Well fine. But c'mon, Albe, let us in yer place, huh? I'll betcha Fare isn't as boring as you two stiffs...” he broke free of Dennis' hold on him and stumbled up beside me, nearly falling once again.
I caught him and rolled my eyes, handing my keys off to Dennis, who took them and chuckled. “The little black one, dude...can you let us in?” I asked, watching Bo pick his head up. I was pretty sure that once we got in there, he wouldn't last but a few minutes, then be passed out in the middle of the floor. As Dennis opened the door, I led our near-fallen teammate into the apartment and the living room, watching as he fell to the couch and immediately grabbed for the remote. I noted inwardly that drunk Bo was a lot of fun, and looked around for Fare. “Fare?” I called out. I sighed, realizing that he was probably in bed, then glancing at Dennis. “He'd better not be in bed. I'll totally wake his ass up...” I grinned widely. “Watch Bo for me, would you?” I asked with a half-laugh.
Dennis laughed too, and nodded his head. “You owe me big for this, though, dude...” he said, heading toward the couch and taking a seat on the arm, watching Bo with an amused look on his face.
I headed toward Fare's room, since he never fell asleep in mine, or on the couch waiting for me like he used to. And once I got closer, I noted that there was a bit of music playing. My lips curled upward when I realized what the song was. Everlong by the Foo Fighters? We'd dubbed that our song in the first couple weeks of our relationship, and I couldn't help but grin. So, maybe he had been waiting for me to come home? Pushing the door to his bedroom open slowly, I went down the small hallway that led to the bed and flicked the light on. And...my eyes widened. When I noticed that...he wasn't alone. He was actually accompanied by a very blonde head laying on the pillow that was supposed to be mine. A blonde head that I recognized almost immediately as Phil Kessel's. I saw both sets of eyes open upon the change of light. Fare's looked...guilty and Phil's looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Um...” I paused.
I didn't say anything, after that, though. Because, what were you supposed to say when your entire world had been whirled on it's head over a course of six seconds? I closed my eyes for a second, wondering if I had been seeing things. But when I opened them again, the very same scene awaited me. It was silent for about a minute and a half, until I heard footsteps coming up behind me, and Dennis' voice. “Dude, not to rush the romancing but Bo just totally yakked all over your living room f-” and I think, in that second, he realized what was going on in front of him, because he trailed off. “...shit...” was the next thing I heard.
I closed my eyes and spoke. “I'll clean it up in a minute, Dennis...” I said, and even though I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, I wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of Fare and Phil. Dennis nodded and walked out of the room slowly, and then it was just myself and the two of them. I had to admit, I was pretty relieved that he had come in, since it sort of gave me time to put my thoughts together. “I have to say, guys, this explains a lot...” I said, noticing that Fare was about to speak, but I raised my hand to cut him off. “You didn't have anything to say until now, so why don't we just keep it that way...” I frowned. “I don't know what brought the two of you together, but it would have been nice to know before now, you know?” I said softly, and with that, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me and breathing a shaky, heavy breath.
Not even two seconds later, though, Dennis walked up beside me and put a hand on my arm. “If you want, you can come stay with me at my place, man. Long as you need to...” he offered. “And I mean that...” I hadn't officially told Dennis that Fare and I were a thing-were being the operative term now-but, while this rift between Fare and I seemed to have be growing steadily, Dennis became more and more of a confidant, and I had to say, the sentiment was appreciated.
And it was probably a good idea, too. “Thanks man...can...you wait here until I get some clothes and stuff?” I asked, watching as he nodded and walked to the couch to help Bo up. I'd leave the vomit there for him, or Phil, to clean up, or fall in, or whatever. Admittedly, this explained a lot of things about the course that our relationship had been taking for the past month or so, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I sighed and bit my lip. For now, I'd grab a couple days worth of clothes and my hockey stuff. I'd have to come back sooner or later anyway, for my other stuff, but for now...I made my way back out to the living room and saw that now, Fare was standing in the door frame. I didn't look at him for too long, simply called Dennis' attention, and helped him get Bo out the door. I just...didn't want to be there anymore. And at this rate, I didn't know if I ever would again.
I can't make you love me if you don't.
You can't make your heart feel something it won't.
Here in the dark, in these final hours,
I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power,
but you won't.
[ x-posted to 25hockey for a challenge ]