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y/n = your name

y/l/n = your last name

y/n/n = your nickname

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"ugh!" you groaned as you rolled over in the tangled sheets of your bed, soft music playing in the background.

with a burning forehead and a sore body, you were stuck in bed with the horrendous and dreadful cold. you rolled over onto your back, finally finding a comfortable position to lay in. becoming face to face with the blank ceiling, you allowed your mind to wander off.

unfortunately, your current health status kept you from competing in an out of state hockey tournament with the rest of the mighty ducks. it was a loss for you and your teammates; considering you are one of the strongest players on the team.

luckily enough, the tournament was nothing too big, and it wasn't to much of a loss to sit it out. however, it still kept your fellow teammates and boyfriend, charlie conway, away from you for an entire week. though it was only the first day of your temporary separation, the entire situation left you desperately longing for the brunette boy. this feeling was greatly reciprocated, for charlie was felt the same. the poor boy was in a constant worry for your health, despite it being a tiny cold.

you let out a sigh once again, mentally sifting through your entertainment options during this dull situation. then all of a sudden, you hear the familiar 'ring' of your phone. mentally groaning, you flop onto your side, taking a look at the bedside telephone. without much thought, you answered; slowly picking up the phone off of it's receiver, and bringing the device up to your ear.

"hello?" you rasped, thinking to yourself, 'damn i sound like death'

"y/n? y/n/n!" yells a familiar deep voice, as you pull the phone away from your ear; taken aback by the volume. with a lopsided grin and fever-ridden voice, you chuckle a reply, "hey, conway"

you hear what seems to be a sigh of relief from the other side of the line. " y/n/n, you have no idea how worried i've been." a low chuckle followed shortly after. you could almost hear him smiling.

"hmm well maybe i'm the one who should be worried, how's the team doing without their best player?" you say sarcastically, rolling onto your back. he let's out a tinkling laugh, "pretty good, other than the fact that they're crazy sons of bitches." he replies, just as sarcastically.

you snicker, twirling the telephone cord around your finger. jeez, he makes me act like a schoolgirl in a cartoon~ you think, faintly smiling. suddenly you hear rustling on the other line and a faint, 'hey!'

then, another voice screams into the phone.

"y/n!" squeals out a happy connie, "gosh, i've missed you! luis's ego is becoming a bit too much to handle on my own~" you laugh as she continues her rambling, "and honey, don't even get me started on charlie. all he's doing is sulking around, and asking when we can go back home because, and i quote, he wants to see his 'adorable little honey-pie'. sweetie, when a man starts talking like a grandpa when he talks about you, he's whipped!" then, a tiny, "i thought no one heard me..." became audible. at this point; despite your sore throat, you, as well as the team who definitely recalled the event, were thrown into a fit of laughter.

loud footsteps and a playful 'alright gimme' that' echoed into your ear, as charlie snatched the phone away from a still laughing connie.

humming in fake curiosity, you say "so you really miss me, don't ya' hun?"

"yeah, no shit y/l/n~" charlie uttered quietly, sniggering.

just you were about to say something else, the unmistakable voice of coach bombay traveled through the phone. 'alright guys, the rink is free. let's go practice."

charlie sighed, disheartened. "coach just called for practice, i'll call immediately after!" his voice brightening at the end of the sentence.

you hum in reply, "then i guess i'll talk to you later my adorable little honey pie." you grin widely as a small chuckle escapes your lips.

"alright, alright. i'll see you soon y/n/n" he says, obviously smiling.

a click sounded, indicating the end of the call.

with a slight blush and a happy smile adorning your face, you turn your attention back to the ceiling.

'my adorable little honey pie...'

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here's a short one! i thought that i should get at least something out while working on your requests lmfaoo. but this was actually quite fun to write! it may be a lil too much, i know lol, but sTILL-

also peep the frank ocean song. i thought the viBe of the song kinda fit the story. vibe is such a weird word sometimes.

anyways, feedback is greatly appreciated, and requests are coming soon! lyyy mwah mwah