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Auston Matthews - Part 1

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This one is a bit long, but I need to outline a few things in order to have a better story later on.

Since this is my first post, please give me feedback but either commenting or messaging me.

“Y/N, what are you still doing here?”

I jumped and looked over my shoulder at my professor and boss, Mrs. Poe.

“You should be home, Y/N, it’s your winter break and here you are sitting in an empty office on campus when you could be at home spending time with your family.” Guilt poured over me even as Mrs. Poe dragged my chair away from the desk and my computer.

“I know, but I need to prepare for my meeting next week. I barely scratched the surface on what we might go over.” I try to scoot my chair back to the desk but stop short when Mrs. Poe levels me with a glare.

“You do not need to prepare for anything, Y/N. This meeting is for how they will help you and conform to your needs, not the other way around,” she reached out, closing my laptop and folders littering the desk and begins to stuff them into my bag. “Besides, you are the only person I know who doesn’t need to prepare for anything regarding the topic. I hardly know what more I can teach you that you don’t yet know.”

Warmth washed over me as Mrs. Poe’s compliment sunk in. I stand and help her finish picking up my things.

“You’re right. Always right,” I smile down at Mrs. Poe, coming in at 5’10’’, I tower over little 5’3’’ Mrs. Poe, but that doesn’t stop me from being slightly afraid of her.

“I know. Not get going home, be safe on your travels to Toronto and call me after the meeting and tell me how it went,” she rests her hand on my arm and gives me a slight squeeze. “You will be just fine, I’m so proud of you.”

I feel tears start to well in my eyes and quickly look down at my coat, taking extra time to zip it, gaining my composure back. Pushing the thought of this possibly being the last time I see Mrs. Poe for the next six months.

“Thank you, Mrs. Poe. I would have never made it this far without you,” I smile at her again and lift my bag to my shoulder digging my car keys out of my purse. I have never been good at goodbyes, I’m too overemotional of a person.

“I know that too, now get going. Be safe on the roads,” and with that Mrs. Poe turns on her heel and walks down the hall to her office. Apparently she isn’t good at goodbyes either.

Two days later

I slide open a facetime call from Alex, grinning at her when the connection goes through.

“Hey, how’s the trip going so far?” I ask, settling down on my bed. I glance at the background in Alex’s screen and notice the snow. “Not in Arizona anymore, make it to Toronto?”

“Not quite actually, we made a bit of a pit stop,’ Alex smirks at me and moved the phone closer to her face, blocking my view of her surroundings. “But, we will be there soon enough.”

“Pit stop for what?” I ask, sitting back up and eye her smile warily, there is something off about the way she’s smirking at me through the phone.

“Oh, just to pick up something,” Alex can’t hold her laugh back anymore and giggles, looking at someone I can’t see.

I hear my families’ two dogs start barking downstairs and but are promptly quieted by my dad.

I scowl at her, “Why are you being weird? What’s going on?” I get up off my bed and glance out my window to see what my dogs were barking at when I see a SUV sitting in my driveway and several familiar faces laughing up at me. ‘What the…?” I stutter as I meet Alex’s eyes, not through the phone this time but actual Alex, standing down in my driveway. I toss my phone onto my bed and bound downstairs to meet Alex and her family at the door, my parents already letting them inside.

“What are you doing here?” I exclaim and throw myself at Alex, hugging her tightly before moving on to Breyana.

“Getting you of course,” Mrs. Matthews says, pulling me into an even tighter hug. “It’s been too long, Y/N.”

I smile and hug her back just as tightly. “What do you mean getting me? I’m your pit stop?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Alex yells and I laugh.

“You guys! Why didn’t you tell me?” I can feel more tears welling up as Mr. Matthews wraps be up in his arms as well. “I’ve missed you all so much.”

“And we missed you, hence us kidnapping you and bringing you to Toronto with us. Save you some money and we get to spend time with you!” Breyana says, beaming at me. “Alex’s idea.”

“Did you know about this?” I ask my parents, both of them grinning at me.

“Obviously, Alex called last week and laid everything out for us, we were just ordered not to say anything,” my dad explained and my mother nodded along.

“We called and canceled your flight, and I packed your bags this morning.” My mother said and opened the closet door in the hallway to reveal my already packed and ready to go bags. Leave it to me to not even notice my clothes were missing out of my closet.

Mr. Matthews checked his watch and said, “We do need to get going. We have a five hour drive to Toronto and holiday traffic to deal with.”

After a brief goodbye and sweep through my room to grab my schoolbooks, and a few other things, I’m packed into the back seat with Alex.

I met the Matthews’ when Auston lived in Ann Arbor and played for the USHL, Alex was a few years older than I was but we immediately hit it off and became inseparable, resulting in me spending several of my spring breaks down in Arizona and making my own spot in their family. Funnily enough, I had never even met Auston, only seen him play a few times when Alex was in Ann Arbor to visit. But I had him to thank for bringing Alex into my life.

Coming from a family of hockey players, mostly only college level, hockey had been bred into me. Being from Ann Arbor, I was a Detroit fan, and knew a lot about the game and had been following Auston since he exploded in Toronto. Which resulted in becoming even closer to the Matthews’ family.

As we got closer to the border I started looking up hotels in Toronto, a difficult task with the outdoor game and World Juniors currently being held in Toronto.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, looking over my shoulder at my phone.

“Looking for a hotel room to book, I was originally just coming to Toronto for a day, so I didn’t need to reserve a room. But now being there for a couple days, I’ll need one.” I said, still scrolling through the listings.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N,” Mrs. Matthews said from the front seat. “You’re staying with us.”

“What? You already have a hotel booked?” I ask, glancing up at her.

“No, we are staying with Auston.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing. Which it probably was.

“What? I can’t stay with you there, I’ve never even met him. You don’t need to do that.” I stutter, an uncomfortable feeling settling into my stomach. I didn’t like the idea of taking up room at someone’s home that I didn’t even know.

“Yes you can, and you will. Auston is fine with it. We even got you an extra ticket it to the game.’ Mrs. Matthews glances back at me, daring me to try and say that I’m staying at a hotel again.

“Oh,” is all I manage to say, clicking my phone screen off and spend the next couple hours talking to Alex and Breyana while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling unrolling in my stomach.

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