NHL IMAGINES [SLOW UPDATES]

Beau Bennett

its short but let's pretend that his momma is a fashionista in this k? k.

"We have just received new items in unclaimed baggage sorry for the inconvenience."  The intercom announces to everyone in the airport. You've been sitting glumly on the bench next to the baggage claim because your photography bag didn't make it.

Your bag looked like every other sports duffel bag, the  only difference? The thousand dollar camera you have inside of it.

You rush to the other side of the airport where the lost baggage should be. Anyone could've taken it, and if they wanted to, they didn't have to return it. You were the idiot that didn't keep it in your carry on.

You see the black and white design on a bag and you lunge for it, it had to be yours, you could see the paint splatters all over it. But just as you reached to pick it up, someone else snatched it up. "Hey!" You shout, following the arm that took your bag.

"This is my bag, I don't know what your thinking." The Beau Bennett was staring at you with a confused face, not even looking at the bustling LAX. He was paying attention to you- the girl with the bright eyes, and cutest messy hair.

His staring session was cut short when you start talking again, "Those are my paint splatters, I accidentally spilt a red carton of paint and it got all over it. See it isn't on the other side." You flip the bag to the other side, and just like you said, the splatters didn't continue to the other side.

"No, my sister did that to me so she could mess with my head, I practically worship my bag. I wouldn't let her touch it." He easily replies.

"Beau-" You made the mistake saying his name, making it a dead give away that you know who he is, "I mean sir, at least open the bag, I'm positive that this is my bag." You were sure of your word because of the hole in the bottom corner, and the stand for your camera was poking out slightly.

He sets it down, and opens the zipper, your camera begins to fall out, but his reflexes were quick and he caught it. "This is mine, I told you." You begin to pack your stuff up, and you felt bad, "If you want I can help you find your bag, my cab doesn't get here for another hour anyways."

Once you find it, you both walk out of the airport together, "So do you like the Penguins?"

"Your mother would fire me if I didn't, but I am more of a Coyotes fan." You answer flatly. You worked for his mom, a fashion designer, and you just got back from a photo shoot in New York, "I went to your high school Beau, you should remember me."

"Y/N?" He asks incredulously. "Whoa, sorry I didn't recognize you."

You smile at the ground for a bit, "I noticed," You pause, debating whether or not you want to do this. "If you want, we can catch up later on?"

"I'd like that, Y/N, I really would."

i have to put this in here bc look at this hottie