Hockey player Chris Sturniolo dropped the last box of his belongings into his new bedroom before taking a look at his surroundings and his new home.

One minute he was living with his brother and his new wife and the next he found himself in a new housing situation with someone from his past that he had a crush on all throughout high school.

You were independent, hard working, successful, but also extremely sassy, bratty, often rude. You allowed him to move in because your best friend asked you ever so nicely and happened to be married to his brother. You were totally against the idea, but you started to feel guilty. You had the entire apartment to yourself, the second bedroom collecting dust. Why not earn some extra cash each month with a new housemate? You didn’t have to like the guy, or even talk to him.

You get extra cash, and he gets a new place to live. It’s a win win for the both you.

Chris looks over at you as you stand by the doorway, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him intently. “Is that the last of your things?

“Yup.” Chris replied simply, the “p” sound coming out like he popped a bubble. He flashed you a wicked grin, raising his eyebrow up at you. “So, to welcome me, your new housemate, would you want to celebrate?”