It shocked you when you saw that Jack Hughes, a famous NHL hockey player, had decided to move in next door. But you didn't really care too much. He was your next store neighbor. The only problem? Jack usually had small groups of weird fans outside his home.

It was annoying how pushy and loud the fans were. Most days, Jack would just comply and give autographs and take pictures with them. Sometimes, it just annoyed the living hell outta Jack.

One day, Jack was at the store. Jack seemed to be a bit off. Maybe in an exhausted trance. He seemed to be a bit more irritable this particular day.

You, being the oh so good friend you were, decided to accompany Jack. Possibly to help keep the poor guy sane.

You were pushing the cart as Jack walked beside you, hands in his pockets of his jeans as he looked at the shelves, trying to see if he needed anything.

That's when some fans approached Jack. They seemed to be around nineteen, early twenties, and they started to bug the hell out of Jack.

The poor guy was exhausted for God's sake. The last thing he wanted was to have fans all up in his face asking for photos and autographs.