The Trouble with #9

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Trouble.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>One word that comes to mind when someone talks about me. I like to think of it as protection watching out for the ones I love. But now I'm spending more time in the penalty box than on the ice and the team owner isn't happy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Finding myself across the room from the hot therapist I kissed on New Year's Eve only makes me push my problems down further. I want couch time with her but not the kind she's used to.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I decide to lie to her just to finish off my therapy so I can do what I really want-date her-even if she says she doesn't date hockey players. Just when my therapy sessions are up and I've made some headway with Paisley it's my parents who throw another wrench in my plans.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If I abide by my parent's wishes to marry the one they've chosen I'll lose Paisley forever. But if I go against my parents I'm failing my deceased best friend all over again.</span></p>