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Adam's POV
Charlie and I tried to take things slowly after the wedding, he was still in therapy for his anger management and I was going to a battered boyfriend support group. Neither one of us were really ready for a serious relationship but we also knew that we were not going to be able to avoid our feelings for each other forever. We were meeting at the rink to shoot some pucks that day and I couldn't get the stupid butterflies out of my stomach. It was like it was our first date or something. But at least I didn't spend six hours working on my hair. I pulled on a Minnesota Wild's jersey and a really old and faded pair of jeans, tossed my gear bag over my shoulder and walked out of the house, glad nobody else was home because they wouldn't have been happy to hear where I was going.
Charlie was already doing laps when I got there and I could tell by how tight his muscles were he'd been there for a while. When he noticed me sitting on the bench tying up my skates he shot across the slick surface a gentle mist of ice shavings falling as he came to a stop.
"You're late." He stated matter- of- factly
"No you were just early." I retorted standing up "I'm never late."
"You were late today Ad-, Cake- Eater."
That was what the 'let's just be friends for a while' was doing to us. He wouldn't call me Adam because that was something he only did when we were a couple and I had to disagree with everything he said no matter what it was. It sucked.
"Whatever you say Charlie, first to ten?" I squeezed past him onto the ice and I have to admit that brushing against him on the way by was sort invigorating.
We played for a couple hours, after the first twenty minutes we stopped keeping score but I'm pretty sure I won anyway. Charlie's a great player, I'm just better.
"Do you wanna go get a coke or something?" He asked tying his nasty, muddy, holey, favorite sneakers.
"I dunno…" I wasn't really sure about the idea
"Come on Banks, I wanna fix things between us but if you keep shunning me, this isn't gonna work." No not the puppy dog eyes! Why the hell did he have to use the puppy dog eyes? And why did I fall for them every time? Oh yeah that's right I'm weak.
"Fine Charlie, a coke nothing else." I sighed tossing my skates in my bag
"I didn't say I wanted anything else did I?" He smiled mischievously and came very close to getting my hockey stick shoved up his nose. Why'd he always have to be some damn cute?
'Weak, I'm weak.' I kept saying to myself in the car, I was driving because Captain Conway didn't have a license and it didn't make sense for him to take a cab when I had my car.
"Hey mom!" He yelled drawing as much attention as possible when we walked into the diner. I swear if I was a violent person I could've strangled him right then and there.
"So what do you want Banksie?" To be honest I was starting to wish we could go back to Adam
"I think I agreed to a coke, Charlie." I answered not fully meeting his eye
"Fine, two cokes mom!"
By the time I dropped Charlie off at his dorm I had come to the conclusion that saving a love was going to be a lot of work.
Adam's POV
Charlie and I tried to take things slowly after the wedding, he was still in therapy for his anger management and I was going to a battered boyfriend support group. Neither one of us were really ready for a serious relationship but we also knew that we were not going to be able to avoid our feelings for each other forever. We were meeting at the rink to shoot some pucks that day and I couldn't get the stupid butterflies out of my stomach. It was like it was our first date or something. But at least I didn't spend six hours working on my hair. I pulled on a Minnesota Wild's jersey and a really old and faded pair of jeans, tossed my gear bag over my shoulder and walked out of the house, glad nobody else was home because they wouldn't have been happy to hear where I was going.
Charlie was already doing laps when I got there and I could tell by how tight his muscles were he'd been there for a while. When he noticed me sitting on the bench tying up my skates he shot across the slick surface a gentle mist of ice shavings falling as he came to a stop.
"You're late." He stated matter- of- factly
"No you were just early." I retorted standing up "I'm never late."
"You were late today Ad-, Cake- Eater."
That was what the 'let's just be friends for a while' was doing to us. He wouldn't call me Adam because that was something he only did when we were a couple and I had to disagree with everything he said no matter what it was. It sucked.
"Whatever you say Charlie, first to ten?" I squeezed past him onto the ice and I have to admit that brushing against him on the way by was sort invigorating.
We played for a couple hours, after the first twenty minutes we stopped keeping score but I'm pretty sure I won anyway. Charlie's a great player, I'm just better.
"Do you wanna go get a coke or something?" He asked tying his nasty, muddy, holey, favorite sneakers.
"I dunno…" I wasn't really sure about the idea
"Come on Banks, I wanna fix things between us but if you keep shunning me, this isn't gonna work." No not the puppy dog eyes! Why the hell did he have to use the puppy dog eyes? And why did I fall for them every time? Oh yeah that's right I'm weak.
"Fine Charlie, a coke nothing else." I sighed tossing my skates in my bag
"I didn't say I wanted anything else did I?" He smiled mischievously and came very close to getting my hockey stick shoved up his nose. Why'd he always have to be some damn cute?
'Weak, I'm weak.' I kept saying to myself in the car, I was driving because Captain Conway didn't have a license and it didn't make sense for him to take a cab when I had my car.
"Hey mom!" He yelled drawing as much attention as possible when we walked into the diner. I swear if I was a violent person I could've strangled him right then and there.
"So what do you want Banksie?" To be honest I was starting to wish we could go back to Adam
"I think I agreed to a coke, Charlie." I answered not fully meeting his eye
"Fine, two cokes mom!"
By the time I dropped Charlie off at his dorm I had come to the conclusion that saving a love was going to be a lot of work.