Can't, Won't, Ever Let You Go --2--

I reaaaally apologize for taking sooo long to do this chapter, another will come soon. I REALLY PROMISE THIS TIME! School got canceled for me tomorrow, so excpect a chapter tomorrow sometime. Oh, COMMENTS HELP <3



I knew I recognized this guy from somewhere, I just couldn't put a name with the face. He seemed really familiar. He didn't say a word to me most of the time he helped me get the boxes out of Bryan's apartment. Eventually, he got sick of silence, and spoke up.


"So, why are you moving out?" He looked at me curiously when he spoke, like he was trying to read my mind. It wasn't until then that i noticed his accent.


"I'm not. This isn't my stuff" I kept my face burried in what I was doing so I wouldn't have to draw out the conversation with a complete stranger.


"Oh," He confusedly tried to understand why I was doing this, "are you helping a friend?"


I didn't have time to respond before I heard running down the stairs. It wasn't long before shouting followed.


"KRIS?!?!? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!"


I looked at the stanger helping me. I knew who he was.


"Shit, I'll be right back." Kris ran out of the room and up the stairs.


Kris Letang. Pittsburgh Penguins defenceman. He helped me move my boyfriend's stuff. He stood in Bryan's apartment. Kris Letang.


I finished what I was doing and packed the last box, hoping to be out before Kris came back. I really didn't want an awkward 'Oh hey, you're famous' moment to erupt. I hurried to lock up and pack the car, but whatever Kris had to do finished first.

"Hey, need some help?" He was out of breath like he had just run to help me.

"No, I'm fine" I tried not to look at him, but once i knew who he was it was hard not to glance.

"Oh, um, well, I'm Kris by the way." He held out his hand with a smile.

"I know." I fumbled with my keys, not really thinking about what I had said.

"Oh," he put his head down as he spoke, "hockey fan?"

"Yeah, I used to go to games with my fiance..." I whispered the last few words, fighting back tears as I spoke. Kris started to say something, but a tall blonde walked out of the building. I knew this one instantly. Jordan Staal.

"Kris, dude, you HAVE to see this apartment......ohhh," He looked at me when he spoke, "who is this?" Jordan winked at me then looked at Kris for an answer. Kris looked at me confused since I had never introduce myself.

"April. April Miller." I started to unlock my car to leave while I spoke.

"I'm Jordan, Jordan Staal." He threw in another wink for good measure.

Kris looked at Jordan like he wanted to punch him, "Gronk, she's a hockey fan." Jordan looked like he had gotten hit by a train. He rolled his eyes at Kris as he walked back into the building.

"So, you sure you're alright?" Kris seemed genuinely concerned with my well being, but I continued to brush him off."

"I'm a big girl, I can handle myself" I climbed in my car, not waiting for a response. I started up and drove towards Oakland, every second passing a memory of Bryan.

Sorry its so crappy :( Let me know what you think tho! <3