TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕒; 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕁𝕠𝕜𝕖

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪: Bennyishot30

The pizza place was packed, the air thick with the smell of melted cheese and garlic. Laughter echoed off the walls as our team crowded around a booth, squeezing into whatever space we could find. Plates of half-eaten pizza covered the table, and soda cups clinked as we joked and talked over each other.

Luis was sitting across from me, leaning back with that stupidly confident grin he always had. The guys were in the middle of some ridiculous debate about who could eat the most pizza in one sitting, and I decided to throw in my own question, half-joking but also half-curious.

"Alright, Luis," I said, crossing my arms. "Would you rather be famous with a celebrity girlfriend... or be with me and have all of the guys?"

The table quieted for a second, the question hanging between us. Luis tilted his head like he was actually considering it. Then, with a smirk, he shrugged.

"Famous," he said simply.

The guys burst into laughter, clapping him on the back, making jokes about him ditching us for Hollywood. My stomach twisted. I knew it was just a stupid question, but hearing him say it so easily—like it wasn't even a choice—stung more than I wanted to admit.

I forced a smile, but Connie, sitting beside me, saw right through it. Without a word, she reached under the table and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. I swallowed hard.

I wasn't going to sit here and pretend like it didn't bother me.

Pushing back from the table, I stood up abruptly. "I'm gonna head out."

"Chloe—" Connie started, but I was already weaving through the crowded restaurant, my heart pounding in my ears.

I shoved open the door, the cool night air hitting my face as I stepped outside. My hands curled into fists. It was stupid. I was being stupid. It wasn't like Luis and I were together or anything. But still...

The door creaked open behind me.

"Chloe."

I didn't turn around. I stared at the pavement, taking deep breaths.

Luis came up beside me, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You okay?"

I let out a sharp laugh. "What do you think?"

He sighed. "I didn't mean it like that. It was a joke."

"Yeah, hilarious." I crossed my arms. "You didn't even think about it, Luis. You just—" I shook my head. "Never mind."

"I just thought you knew," he said quietly.

I finally looked at him. "Knew what?"

"That I'd pick you," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Every time."

My heart did a little flip, but I wasn't letting him off that easy. "Didn't sound like it in there."

He exhaled. "I didn't think the question was serious. I thought—" He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. "I'm an idiot, okay? But I wouldn't trade this—us—for anything."

I searched his face, trying to decide if he was just saying what I wanted to hear. But Luis wasn't the type to sugarcoat things.

"Good," I finally muttered. "Because I wouldn't trade it either."

A slow grin spread across his face. "So... we good?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded. "Yeah, we're good."

He held the door open for me. "Then let's get back before Connie kills me."

I smirked. "Oh, she's definitely gonna kill you."

And as we walked back inside, I felt lighter—because even though Luis was an idiot, he was my idiot.