Boo-Boo Bear: I’m telling you that if you don’t change my name, or show ME how to change my name, I will tell them all about the time you drank a bottle of tequila with additives and passed out in the locker-room.
*Golden has changed Boo-Boo Bear’s name*
Finley Grouchy Thornton: I knew we’d see eye to eye on the situation.
Before I could reply in the text thread, though the boys appeared to be doing just fine on their own, Hunter popped into the conversation.
Daddy-o: Is Kellan sending out SOS signals with his eyes? Annoying pup doesn’t want that story to get back to our omega, I bet.
And now I absolutely needed to know what happened.
Golden: Look, we all have stories to tell. Just remember that.
Slade: I don’t.
Golden: Look, MOST of us have stories to tell, and I have a very long memory.
I quickly finished my message and sent it across.
Pretty Mate: Wait, I want to hear these stories. How long is your memory, Golden?
Finley Grouchy Thornton: It took him five minutes to remember our teammates' names this morning. They’ve played together for two years.
Golden: THAT’S DIFFERENT. Jones and Collins look the same! It’s the blond hair.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: *eye roll emoji* They look completely different. And Collin’s hair is brown. You’re just too busy showing off to notice.
Golden: You say showing off, I say scoring goals. Same same.
I had no idea why I was laughing so hard, but some of the heartache that had been crushing me since they left eased with these texts.
Slade: You’re making Emme happy. And that’s the only reason I’m not flying to your hotel and smashing your phones under my damn boot.
Annndd there was my newest reminder that I was under constant, uninterrupted surveillance.
Which still didn’t bother me.
Daddy-o: Can you morons focus for long enough to let us know what time your game is today. We want to catch it on the sports broadcast channel.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: Starts at six tonight. We’ll be the ones in teal.
Hunter was no doubt also considering flying to the game and smacking them both up the side of the head.
Slade: I’ll tap into the venue’s cameras, and we can watch it in real time.
Golden: You guys better not pack huddle without us!! I almost died the last time you did that. Think of the children.
He was getting more ridiculous the longer this went on, and I was living for it.
Daddy-o: How do you really feel about death, Annoying Pup? I sense it’s closing in on you again.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: *Image attached*
I clicked the attachment and found a photo of Kellan glancing timidly over his shoulder, as if ensuring Hunter hadn’t somehow transported into the hotel room. He looked adorable, and my wolf and I were silently howling at how much it sucked to be apart from my alphas.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: It appears you’ve got him suitably worried. Nice work, Hunt. I might get a rest from his incessant whining about Emme tonight.
Golden: Wait! WAIT! Grouchy has been extra grouchy since we left, and I saw him looking at a photo of our mate on his phone. So. There. It’s not just me.
