Glad everyone's enjoying this story! I'm really enjoying writing it. CAMAYA IS FOREVER MUAHAHAHAHA! Okay, anyway, here's Chapter 2 of Blue Moons. xxx
"Did you ever even watch any of these?" I ask Maya, referring to the pre-recorded Leafs games Maya had saved for me. We've been here watching several old games for more than five hours. I (obviously) have been away from my team, and should probably watch the games I couldn't play. It'll take a while to get through a year's worth of hockey games. I start conditioning tomorrow for my rejoining of the team. I can't believe they still want me back.
"Of course not," Maya says, looking up at me. Her head rests on my lap as she fiddles on her phone, probably texting Tori or whatever. "I hate hockey, you know that," Maya spits again.
After about five more minutes of watching the game, Maya puts her phone in my face and on the screen is some news article. "You're all over the Internet right now," Maya says. I grab the phone and look closer at the article.
SUICIDAL SAUNDERS IS BACK IN THE GAME
Campbell Saunders, suicidal hockey prodigy, is out of rehab and back for the Leafs. The twenty-two year-old athlete was seen outside of Greenlake Rehabilitation Clinic for Mental Patients with his girlfriend, Maya Matlin. Saunders is in the game again. Can he bring his game back or is it the end for the young star's career?
Then it shows a blurry, grainy picture of Maya and me, hand in hand, walking out of Greenlake. How the hell did they even take this photo?
It rambles on about me after that, my attempt, my time at Greenlake, and a little about Maya. I wonder how they even got half this information. But I guess being let out of rehab and going back to a major hockey team might get me a lot of press, so I let it go.
"How do they get this information?" I ask Maya, handing back her phone.
She shrugs. "The press has its ways. Just ignore it, okay? It's nothing. You know what high school taught us. 'Whatever it takes', right?" She smiles brightly up at me.
I laugh and stroke her hair as I watch the rest of the game. Dallas has gotten better. I click the TV off and Maya's phone is the only light in the room. I get up, leaving Maya laying down on the couch. She looks up at me like a child; she looks just like she did in high school.
"Aw, c'mon Cam! It's only 11:30!" She whines, straightening herself and sitting up. "I don't want to go to bed." She falls back down on the couch, stuffing her face in a pillow in the process.
"You have class tomorrow," I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her up, "Get up."
She groans into the pillow and I pull her up to her feet. She holds out her arms like she wants to be carried. I grab her waist and throw her over my shoulder. She yells my name as she slaps my back, annoyed, but still laughing. I run to our bedroom and set her down on the bed, and I jump in the bed next to her, bouncing on the mattress.
"Hi," I say, smiling at her. Damn, have I missed being here with Maya. Her mouth touches mine, insistent. I don't refuse, but after a few seconds, I pull back. "Not now, Maya. You've got classes you can't miss. And I have conditioning, 'kay? We can do something when you're done; I'll probably be here when you get back," She looks down, shyly. I touch her hair and say, "Okay?" She nods and I kiss the top of her head. I wrap my arms around her waist, like I used to. And we fall asleep.
When I get up, Maya's gone. Early classes. I'm probably running late for my conditioning, so I get dressed in my usual gear: compression shirt and spandex shorts. I feel really stupid, to say the least. As I walk into the kitchen, I see a small white paper. Written in Maya's girlish penmanship is:
Jensen called the house. I think it was important.
-Maya
I guess I'm now planning on calling him after conditioning, which'll probably take around four hours. I eat some breakfast quickly and get in my old car, and head to the rink. At the rink, I'm greeted by some press creeper behind a trash bin taking pictures of me. I ignore it and walk inside.
What. The. Hell.
About forty people in suits run toward me in a stampede, holding notepads, microphones, and tape recorders. Some guy even has a legit camera taking video of me. I am unresponsive as I search for my trainer. A really large man steers the press out of the building, I'm guessing its the rink's security guard or something. Sean, my army-veteran trainer, finds me.
"Lookin'... uhm, good, Saunders! Guess this means you're really up for a challenge." Sean says. I had been trying to keep in shape, since I knew the team still wanted me, but still, I worked out pretty much every day at Greenlake. "I'm kidding, kid. You ready?" Sean slaps my back. I don't know why he called me kid, he's only seven or eight years older than me. I notice his short light brown hair is matted and wet, like he's already been out on the ice.
The conditioning was much easier than I expected, to be honest. Sean said that I can just start attending practices with the team, which I'm dreading. At least I'm back home, back with the old schedule. I decide to text Dallas and let him know when I'm going to practices.
Hey Dallas, I'm coming to practice next week. See ya there? -Cam
Surprisingly, he replies only minutes later.
The Birdman makes a comeback! Glad to see little Cam coming back to us. The team's just weird without you. How about you call me when you get the chance or whatever? -M.D.
Sure. See you sometime soon. -Cam
I head home at around three in the afternoon. I enter our third floor apartment and see Maya doing schoolwork on the couch. I come up behind her and peck her cheek. She squirms and swats me away. "Ew, Cam! You smell like hockey!" She squeals.
I laugh. "Oh, sorry does this bother you?" I ask, still laughing, leaning in to kiss her cheek again. She squeals and gets up, but I can't help but notice a trace of a smile on her face. She points down the hallway, to the bathroom.
"Take a shower, seriously! Go, Saunders, to the shower!" Maya steers me away but I catch a kiss on her lips before I walk into the bathroom. This time, she doesn't refuse. I pull back and she laughs. "Now go." She says, quieter, but still smiling. I go into the shower and hear Maya still laughing from outside the bathroom door.
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