Back when Jack and Kent first started dating, they set a date to come out, draft day 2014. They’d be in the league for 5 years and everyone would be distracted by who got picked first rather than pay attention to them. After that it became like a mantra, whenever they missed eachother and wanted nothing more than to go on a real date they’d text it “2014.” Whenever they wanted to kiss eachother or hold hands in public, they’d whisper it, “2014.” It reminded them that they wouldn’t have to hide forever. When they won the memorial cup, holding it high above their heads, and Kent wanted nothing more than to kiss him then and there. But instead he dreamed of 5 years from then, being on the same team, with the Stanley Cup, and finally kissing Jack for everyone to see. Instead, he won alone. He had a great team, and it was more their victory than his, but they didn’t matter because they weren’t Jack. He went to the kegster, drunk, and angry, and sad, not because he hated Jack, but because years ago they had made a promise, and he knew it wasn’t realistic to keep, but on lonely nights or in crowded rooms he found himself whispering “2014″ to keep himself calm, even for years to come.
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