SOLIPSISM - the belief that everything around you was created by your mind.
Brody and Sam are both young with struggles and secrets.
Sam is a professional Ice hockey player on the number one team at his rink. He works hard for what he has and his t...
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SAM TAHEY
The engine hums underneath me as it speeds down the dual carriageway, Norris sat beside me singing his heart out to Ariana grande. He thinks he's in tune. I can tell you for a fact he is not, and its fucking annoying.
"EY!" My loud bellow gets his attention. Finally. "Will you shut the fuck up dude?" I turn my head to glare at him, annoyed at his antics whilst I'm trying to drive. He try's to restrain himself from laughing, not doing a very good job at it as a short snort sounds from him as soon as I turn my head back to the road. I decide from then on out i'm going to be petty. The music stops suddenly as I disconnect the radio.
A gasp is heard beside me, I'm guessing from a now annoyed Sean Norris. "Ok, ok, ill stop singing" he tries, "please Sam, I promise." Nothing but silence. "Fine, I guess we can have a chit chat instead then" A relieved sigh leaves my mouth. Not because he wants to 'chit chat' but because last time I cut off the music he began singing acapella. Whatever the fuck that is, it was worse than the music though. He's either truly tone deaf or just fucking annoying. I'm going with both for now.
"So..." he starts dragging out the only word he has spoken so far. "What do you think about Brody joining the team hey?, its good right, now you have more opportunities to give her puppy eyes" his boy flies forwards as I slam on the breaks suddenly. "Sorry...roundabout" no remorse in my voice as a small smirk lifts onto my face. After catching his breath he tarts again, "ok first of all, you definitely did that on purpose, It's hard to miss seeing the BIG ASS FUCKING ROUNDABOUT!" He screeches the end making me wince. "Second of all, I'm joking mate... you give her lovey dovey eyes". He rushes out the end but I still hear him, replying to his comments with a harsh slap to the chest. I am successful with said slap as I hear is complaints about how it 'hurt really bad' for the next five minutes. Dramatic bitch.
"Where are we even going? Wallace has literally just sent us a random address and said be here by 12. I looked it up and it's a fuckin warehouse...is he gunna murder us? I know he said team-building but Brody wasn't in the chat and what the hell are we gunna do at an old warehouse?" He ramble ends with an exasperated sigh.
"I don't know Sean, but what I do know is that we are here, and we are late" I look towards the door to the warehouse to see all of the team there, bar Brody who apparently wasn't invited. Ill ask Wallace about that in a minute, but first I have to get this child out my car before I murder him. "Let's go", Norris jumps out the car like a 2 year old and sprints over to the group. I rest my case.
Once the group was gathered at the entrance Wallace led us in through the front doors. The hallway filling with 6" and up hockey players. To say the least it's a bit crowded so I cant see a thing to find out what we are doing here.
"Yo Dom how you doing?", I can hear Wallace's voice shout from the front, who's Dom?
"Yeah I'm all good man, nice to finally meet you all" we all nod in acknowledgement finally being in a larger room. I can see Dom's face now, he's around 5"8, bald and quite built. If he started a fight with me on the ice I know for sure one punch from him would land me in the hospital. He's one intimidating short dude.
