So hello! I think updates will be weekly now unless I've done a lot of writing. I've done none in the past week. School is a bit overwhelming with college essays and applications. I hope you guys stick around because I won't stop writing until each of my stories are done. This story is actually halfway written now so that's good. I hope you guys like this and review! It would mean a lot. It's the first chapter so give it a chance.

The limo came to a stop and I quickly grabbed my luggage. The rest was going to be shipped to my new home in Minnesota. I was traded from my team in New York to join the Minnesota Wild. The only upside was that my mom and baby sister lived in Minnesota. I had to drop everything I had in New York, forget my friends and move away from my now ex-girlfriend. The limo pulled away from my huge fully furnished house and I slowly trudged in. I threw my bags into a random room and plopped down into my bed.

The sheets were too rough and the new bed was too hard for my liking. I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping that I could catch a quick nap before I had to go out.

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My rental car was driven over about an hour ago and I was quickly taking a shower. I had to stock my pantry with microwavable mac and cheese and soups. I drove through the familiar streets. I grew up here but I couldn't wait to leave after high school ended. My girlfriend was supposed to move out to New York with me but at graduation she told me that she couldn't. She had a scholarship to NYU but gave it up to stay in this shit town. I pulled up to the market that I used to work in and quickly grabbed a cart. I was walking up and down the aisle, grabbing easy to make meals. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into a woman.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized. The woman turned and my stomach sunk.

Isabella Parker. My ex-girlfriend from high school.

"Kendall?"

"Izzy?"

"I haven't heard that nickname in forever."

"Yeah…how are you?"

"I'm…okay. You?"

"I'm great. Just got transferred to the Minnesota Wild and had to relocate my life but I'm great."

"Good…how was college?" she asked awkwardly.

"It was a breeze. I mostly played hockey."

"That's nice." She murmured as she put some bread in her cart.

"What about you? You were a genius in high school."

"I dropped out after my first year. I'm taking night classes right now."

"Why'd you drop out?"

"Personal stuff."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Mommy! Can I get this?" a little voice asked.

"Shhh, mommy is talking to a friend. Can you be mommy's big boy and grab me some bagels?" Isabella asked. The little toddler nodded and then ran off.

"Is he yours?" I asked.

"Yeah, he was…unexpected."

"Where is his father?"

"He's out of the picture at the moment." She said as she turned to take a quick peek at the toddler.

"What's his name?"

"Cameron."

"That was always your favorite name. Remember when we planned our lives out together in my tree house?"

"We wrote it all down and had rules that dictated what we would do when we were married."

"Rule 1; on game days, Isabella is to cook Kendall a big plate of pasta." I recited from memory.

"On Wednesday, Kendall is to rub Isabella's feet after working for her law firm." She giggled.

"Your son is pulling all the bread off the shelves." I pointed to the little boy wreaking havoc.

"Cam! Don't do that you crazy animal." She scolded him and went to pick up the loaves that fell on the floor.

"Sorry mommy." The boy murmured.

"Don't pout. I'm not mad."

"Who's that?" he pointed towards me.

"That's Kendall. He used to be a good friend of mine."

"Hi." I gave him a wave and he hid his face in Isabella's legs.

"He's little shy." She said as she picked him up. He laid his head on her shoulder and started tugging on some of her loose strands of hairs.

"That's okay. I'm not that scary. Nice beanie kid." I complimented and he nodded.

"Mommy bought it for me for Christmas."

"Your mom has good taste."

"I should get going. I still have a lot of groceries to get and he needs to go down for a nap before he gets all cranky."

"It was nice seeing you." I told her.

"You too. I'll see you around." She gave a small smile and headed down the aisle. Cameron was staring at me and waving goodbye.

There was one thing that haunted me when they were no longer insight.

The familiar shade of green eyes.

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"Kendall! I'm so glad that you're home!" my mom yelled when I walked into my old house.

"I missed you mom."

"Come sit down, I made your favorite; Lasagna."

"Where's Katie?"

"Katie is out with her boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Where is the date? I need to go supervise."

"Calm down. She's been dating the boy for a year now."

"She's too young."

"She's 16."

"Too young."

"You were dating Isabella when you were 14."

"Look how that ended." I mumbled.

"She probably had good intentions." My mom reminded me.

"I was crushed. I loved her."

"She loved you too. Anybody could see that when they looked at the two of you."

"We dated for 4 years. All through high school. We were supposed to be high school sweethearts."

"Your father and I were high school sweethearts."

"But you and him got divorced when Katie was 4."

"Exactly. High school love never works out."

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled as I started eating my food. I couldn't stop thinking about Cameron. He looked so familiar.

"Do you still have my high school box?" the box was filled with memorabilia from high school.

"On the floor in your closet."

"I'm gonna' go check it out. I'll be right back."

"Take your time. I'll be here."

"Can you make coffee?"

"It'll be ready when you come down." My mom said as I headed into my old bedroom. I grabbed my box and started to sift through the contents. There were pictures of Izzy and me at the beach and Izzy and I kissing. I missed her a lot more than I wanted to admit. I found the contract that we had made and started reading through what we thought would give us the perfect life. What color we would paint our house, the name of our dog, what we would do when we retired; all the little random details made me chuckle. I was flipping through when something caught my eye.

"I, Isabella, swear to name our first born child Cameron and make sure a Beanie sits atop its head at all times."

"shit." I mumbled to myself.

So yeah… I think everyone knows where this story is going. I hope you review and follow the story. See you next week!