"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE," Quick hissed as John Tavares peeked his head into Dylan's open room.

"And close the door, "Jamie whisper yelled, John shutting it quietly before walking over and plopping down on the bed beside Jonathan Quick and Jamie.

John looked curiously at the girl who sat on her bed, her legs crossed and her phone to her ear. She was nodding continuously, a blank expression on her face. "She's on the phone with Stamkos."

Nodding, the three guys stared expectedly at Dylan, mumbling things if it was absolutely necessary. "Okay, yeah, yeah sounds good. Thank you so much, okay. Yeah we'll see you soon! Bye!" Dylan hung up quickly, a grin plastered her face as she shifted around excitedly.

"Guess who's coming to stay with us?!" The dark haired girl sang, tossing her phone to the side, flopping back onto the bed.

"Steven! Stamkos!" Jamie smiled, chuckling softly.

"Oh! And- I'll be getting a text right about now-" And as if on cue, Dylan's phone dinged, telling her she received a message.

Before any of the boys got to say anything, Dylan's phone was pressed to her ear, the sound of it ringing being the only thing heard. "Dyl, what the-" Jonathan started, Dylan shushing him by holding up her finger.

"Hi! Mark? It's Dylan Lockhart-" She chuckled, "- Yeah, something like that. I know how much you love hockey, we thought you be a great asset to the team!" Dylan chuckled again, the three boys looking at each other and agreeing she was talking to the Jets alternate captain, Mark Scheifele.

There was a good minute of silence before Dylan spoke again. "Yeah, thats true. See, this is why we need you here. Great! I'll text you all the other details, but yeah basically. Alright! Yes! It was nice talking to you. Okay, yeah we'll see you soon! Okay, bye!"

Dylan smiled as she hung up, flopping back onto the bed once again. "Ah, I'm on a fucking roll! Two for two!"

"Sheifele and Stamkos?" John questioned.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "No Sidney Crosby and Jonathan Toews. Of course Stamkos and Scheifele!"

John scrunched up his nose, mocking Jonathan in a high pitch voice. "God, who crapped in your cornflakes?"

"Guys! We just got Mark Scheifele and Steven The King Stamkos to come and live with us! Shut the hell up!" Dylan cried, joy clear in her voice.

Jamie forced a smile, "thats great, and yes I love both of them, but- I think we need to put a limit on how many people can live with us."

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't like living with all of you as much as you do J, but this place is fucking huge."

"I know that J, but I'm just saying, that just because they support us and want to help, doesn't mean they need to come live here. They can show there support through social media or something." Jamie looked between everyone, wondering if they understood where he was coming from. "All I'm saying is that, Stamkos reached out to you, and what? He just gave you Scheifele's number?"

Dylan nodded slowly, "Stamkos called me because he wanted to come help us, he said that Schiefele also wanted to help but didn't want to intrude."

Jamie nodded, "exactly, all I'm saying is that if more and more people are calling you asking to help, they don't need to come live here. Like Doughty, I saw his tweet. he can still be apart of our 'team', but that doesn't mean he needs to come live here."

John nodded in agreement, "yeah, I think it also depends on the person. Doughty, if he did want to come live with us, I think that'd be a good idea. But yeah I agree with what you're saying."

Jonathan smiled hugely, "I got Drew's number."

Dylan looked at him with a pouty face, "aw is my little Jo missing his beach buddies?"

Jonathan perked up, "actually, yeah I am!"

John and Jamie looked at each other and sighed, speaking in unison. "Give 'em a call."

[authors note]
double update cause you
luvs deserve it ++ i finished
writing all the chapters for this book!