“Yes,” Frosky lightly laughs, “however, we do not discuss it, much like our pending nuptials.”
“Yeah, not all chicks wanna talk about their pierced nipples,” Bronny concurs alongside a sympathetic head nod.
“Not…” I briefly shut my eyes in exasperation. “Just…” A heavy sigh is wedged between words. “No.”
“I swear she has to be theonlySlayer on the bloody planet whodoes notwant to plan a wedding,” complains our top scorer from last season, recollecting my glare.
He should consider himself lucky they don’t have to hide their relationship anymore.
I envy that.
Him.
Himforthat.
And for beingableto askher to be his forever.
MoeBrandyknows, that’s what’s really deep in my heart.
“You’ve met Hoss,” escapes on a crooked grin, “what part of her screams Etta James and a white dress?”
“The part of her that cannot wait to smash bloody cake in my face.” While I lightly chuckle, my little brother laughs loudly sparking Frosky to jab, “And what exactly are you laughing at, Tiny Tendy? You have yet to land a sniper anywherenearthe one I have.”
“Nahhhhh,” is accompanied by an amused headshake, “he ain’t a tiny tendy. Bud can barely catch a cold let alone a puck.”
Giving his broccoli style hair a playful ruffle instantly leads to him swatting at me.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” the player who wears an A on his sweater during the season casually inquires. “Perhaps learning the importance of brushing your teeth in the morningandbefore bed?”
“That’s fake news,” Bronny quickly denies. “Gilly’s jus’ makin’ that shit up to help her friends at big toothpaste push more product.”
My mouth twitches in preparation of arguing when another person unexpectedly questions, “Gilly?”
Our faces immediately whip over to where Blanc has arrived behind us pushing Frosky to politely state, “Hey, Coach.”
“Snowman.” His cordial nod is delivered to me next. “Tendy.”
“Coach.”
“Tendy Junior.” Bronny’s sneering barely has time to be flashed courtesy of Coach continuing. “Gilly as inmybaby sister Gilly?”
She’s not a baby.
She’s a full-blown woman.
We’re talkin’ Shania Twain would be hella proud.
We’re talkin’ Fleetwood Mac used her for inspiration.
We’re talkin’ Whitney and Chaka Khan turned it into an anthem onherbehalf.
Sure, he’s her best friend and cool with her datin’ one-offs or whatever, but I get the vibe that when it comes to the man who’s gonna have more with her –me– it’s not gonna go down nearly that smoothly.
I’m gettin’ a total Luther Ingram melody, and he doesn’t even have a clue about us yet.
Well.
Other than sheispart of an us.
