Page 40 of Six Years
June 27th, 9:10 AM
Are you okay?
Perfectly fine, Grey Davis. Why are you asking?
Because you didn’t send your daily check-in yet.
Miss me?
No, but you not following through with whatever you said just didn’t seem like you. Especially when you tried to send those messages at the exact same time.
So you’ve been thinking about me ;)
And that’s a goodbye.
I call this chickening out, Grey Davis
And I call this not wanting to talk to you anymore, Luan. I got worried, is all. Don’t read shit into this, please.
Harsh much
We can’t see each other again. I only invited you to go skating because of Brooke, so…
Yeah, figured. I’ll wait until you come around.
I won’t. And Luan, we can’t talk anymore either.
That’s what you’re saying now. I’ll see you next year then!
Chapter 1
“‘cause he made a little too much money to be 20 and sad”—I Lost a Friend by FINNEAS
February 2024
“ONE MORE!”Coach Carter yells, being awfully upset with us for nothing. We’ve been doing warm-up drills for over an hour. Which generally would be fine, but not when it’s always thesameone—drill number two for level two—and yet Coach Carter doesn’t seem to be okay with whatever we’re doing.
By now, all of us should be able to do that drill in our sleep.
Apparently, when that very one came in handy, we messed up which is why we lost our last game. We’ve been doing so well this season, lost only about two games byonegoal.
And then yesterday happened.
We didn’t even get one goal, lost by five. Talk about humiliation.
The last time he was this pissed was when I was still in college. He made our team shoot pucks over and over again until we had at least ten goals each. The problem was, our goalies decided that day to be extra great ones.
Coach had taken a year away from the NHL because of his daughter dying, so instead he became a coach for the St. Trewery hockey team. Now we’re here, playing for the NHL, him back coaching the pros.
“The fuck is wrong with your dad, dude!” Aaron pants, purposefully skating right into the boards.
I’ve been standing here for a hot second, needing a short moment to breathe but clearly, Colin and Aaron had other plans for me.
“It’s Eira’s birthday,” Colin answers, sighing while sliding down one of the boards to seat himself onto the ice in protest. We’re one of the youngest members on the team and that makes us three stick together even more. We do have some younger guys, but they’d also rather hang around each other.
The older guys are chill and all, but the difference between them and us is visible. While most of them have families or at least their life together, all three of us are a year and a half out of college, still figuring life out.
They’re mature, mostly, anyway, and take practice way too seriously while Aaron, Colin, and I still joke around every time we get the chance to. Correction,theyjoke around, and I listen.
