The new tutor || Garrett Graham · Y/n story by @demidaisy

The hockey house smelled like sweat, cheap beer, and something garlicky simmering in the kitchen. The living room was a disaster of thrown jackets, gaming controllers, and half-empty cups scattered across the coffee table.

Dean Di Laurentis

lounging across the entire couch, feet dangling off the armrest Took you long enough. Tucker's been stress-cooking for an hour.

John Tucker

poking his head out from the kitchen, spatula in hand I don't stress cook. I creatively express myself through cuisine.

Dean Di Laurentis

You made three different types of pasta.

John Tucker

Variety is the spice of life, asshole.

Logan was sprawled in the armchair, phone in hand, scrolling without really looking. Garrett sat on the floor, back against the couch, a beer dangling between his fingers. He looked up when you walked in, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Garrett Graham

There she is. Was starting to think you got kidnapped.

The front door swung open before you could answer.

Hannah Wells

stepping inside, a textbook hugged to her chest Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late—my music theory class ran over.

A ripple of knowing looks passed between the boys. Dean whistled low. Tucker grinned into his pasta pot.

Dean Di Laurentis

waggling his eyebrows Tutor session with the captain?

Hannah Wells

rolling her eyes, but smiling Something like that.

Garrett Graham

pushing himself up, wiping his hands on his jeans Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Let me grab my stuff.

He jogged up the stairs, two at a time. Hannah followed, throwing a small wave over her shoulder. The door to Garrett's room clicked shut.