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
TW: slight smut (I warned you :) )
The Buzzer sounds as the clock hits 00:00, cheers shaking the building as the fans stand, bodies jumping around in celebration. The whole team crowded together on the ice like penguins, smiles on every face.
We won 8-2, the tigers only gaining one more after the fight with Wallace. Brody got her first hat trick with lightning, scoring half the goals on the board. She stands in-front of me, back pressed to my chest as my arms wrap around her, holding her as close as possible.
My head rests on top of hers as we laugh, Chamberlain and Norris mocking the fight between Brody and Wallaces attacker. I can smell her shampoo from our closeness, a soft scent of summer fruits. Our bodies all shake from chuckles as Chamberlain drags Sean to the floor.
"Of course Bobby had to be me, the sore loser always has to win!".
"HEY! I'm not a sore loser", Bobby objects to Brody's comment, helping Sean up from making snow angels on the ice. He quickly approaches going to tackle her, missing as I pick her up quickly and spin us away from the crazy man.
"WALLACEEEEE HES TRYING TO ATTACK ME! IM INNOCENT!" She shouts like a child as I place her feet on the ice, her arm pointing at Bobby, trying to hold herself back from laughing. Emphasis on trying.
Wallace slowly turns to us, his conversation with Nia his wife being disturbed. He assesses the situation, his eyes flickering from Brody to Bobby, a silent laugh leaving him as he waves them off.
"If you can take on a tiger player, I'm sure Bobs over their would be a walk in the park"
Shouts of amusement follow as 'Bobs' takes offence, a loud gasp coming from him. His hands on his hips as he throws a tantrum, skating towards Tim, pretending to fight him.
Shortly after we all find ourselves in the changing room, Brody sat next to me in her locker booth, her head resting on my shoulder, her head apparently 'too heavy to hold itself'. I lean my head on top of hers, comfortably waiting for the rest of the guys to shower and change so we can go home.
Me and her are the first done as we decided to shower at home without the guys crowding around us. I sit in my grey jogger and lightning hoodie, Brody wearing matching apparel by chance. It makes me feel weird, but a good weird. Like I don't want it to be any different, if It could be like this everyday, me and Brody cuddling together peacefully, I would be the happiest I have ever been.
"Awww guys look they're matching" Sean coos as he walks into the room topless. A sleepy Brody opens her eyes to look at him, rolling them at his comment.
"Twinning... not in clothes though, in six packs. And you Sean... are not included" a cheeky smile on her lips as she looks him up and down in judgement. Seans hands slapping against his chest as he hold his heart in false pain.
