You spent the better days of your time at BU watching mack celly freak the fuck out at any given moment and have a complete and utter meltdown in the locker room when will patrick charles scored a dick trick on your underage feral teammate at the hockey east game. You think the kid is pretty cool outside of…whatever is happening to him on and off the ice and you’re super siked to play against him again this year as a friend, former teammate and rival! You try to skate over to say hi except you’re stopped dead in your tracks by the sight that roots you to a standstill. It’s mack, but a mack that you’ve never experienced. He’s making “come hither” eyes and beckoning over the guy that you just know he wanted to throttle back in 2024 but surprisingly has been glued to his side for the past year and half as you’ve learned through scrolling his IG. He’s fluttering his eyelashes and giggling like a fool and no one, not even his teammates bat an eye at the insanity you’ve just watched happen on SAP arena ice. It actually feels even more deranged than that one time they decided to show up to the beanpot last year in matching gay outfits that they definitely did NOT plan. The fans behind them are cooing and you think you just saw Colin Graf try to skate over to talk to them but turned right around once he saw all of THAT taking place. Your name is Lane hutson and you play for the canadiens.
















