Page 77 of Pucking Matt
I get into my truck and pull up next to her. She rolls down her window and says, “Can I help you?”
I nod with a smile. “Honk for me.”
She smiles. “No way.”
I nod my head. “Honk.”
She shakes her head.
“Fine.” I start to drive away, keeping my eyes locked with hers. As I’m driving away, she honks three times in a row. I laugh, checking my rearview mirrors to get one last look at her face. I finally catch a glimpse of her big smile.
When I get home, Zack and Christian are playing video games on the couch.
Christian says, “Fucking perfect. You’re here. We need a third guy. You in?”
I sit on the couch next to them, take the controller, and join in the game. I end up playing for two hours before calling it quits and taking a shower.
Dylan is spamming me with screenshots of the video he forced the social media manager to edit and post as soon as possible from practice earlier.
Some of these comments are outrageous, hilarious, or flirty.
Dylan: Going viral already
Matt: You filmed my ass?
Dylan: You looked back at it
Harvey: You filmed mine too?
Dylan: Be grateful you have a professional videographer on the ice
Dylan: Just wait until this thing goes mega viral. A lot more screenshots will be coming your way
Harvey: I poop from there
Matt: Me too wtf
Dylan: They love the poopers
Mom: I booked a room for you and your girlfriend
Matt: Two beds, right?
Mom: They didn’t have it available, but I didn’t think that was a problem
That’s a huge problem.
Matt: Ok, thanks mom.
Mom: I’m so excited to be Mrs. Holmes. Do you want to change your last name too?
Jesus Christ.
Matt: No, thanks, mom. You’re getting married, not me.
Mom: Ha ha ha you knew I had to ask.
Matt: It’s okay, Mrs. Holmes.
