I was woken up by the smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen. Abbey was in a good mood it must mean. By the time I rolled out of bed I could hear Izzie on the piano trying to match Pink’s Glitter in the Air. I checked my phone, 1 missed call from David who didn’t leave a voicemail, probably calling about next Friday and babysitting. I decided I would call him, after I compared Sidney and my schedules so I could travel down to Pittsburgh and we could move along with our relationship. I found a time when I could go down to Pittsburgh it would be in two weeks for a week, the Pens had a home front, playing Tampa, Buffalo, and Atlanta. After I was done planning, and finding out where a hotel was where I could stay I decided to call Dave to see why he called. After three rings he answered, chipper than ever.
“So next Friday, Julie is out and I have a date, with a girl I think you would approve of and so Adam needs a sitter, and I know you love him so I was thinking he could have a sleep over with Auntie Maddie?” What a greeting. “Oh and thanks for the tickets last night, even though the Islanders lost. When did you get home?”
“Good morning to you too sunshine,” I start with a laugh, “Next Friday is fine, where’s Julie going?” Julie is Adams mom. Dave and her spilt up, then she waited until the eight month to actually tell Dave that she was pregnant, so let’s just say we don’t really get along. “And no problem for the tickets, anytime the Pens plays the Islanders I am sure Sidney will get you tickets, and I didn’t look at the clock when I crawled into bed.”
“YES! You’re a life saver. And Adam keeps saying he wants to spend more time with you, so this is the perfect opportunity for you two!” David says with giddy. “Well I got to go, will you pick Adam up at his pre-school at three on Friday? I can drop off his bag at you apartment when I go into the city to sub this week, I am subbing all week, so I will drop it off probably on Thursday.”
“Okay, bye David,” I end, hitting the end button, throwing my phone onto my bed and walking into the kitchen where now both girls were, Abbey on her phone talking away to her boss, and Izzie looking in the fridge for juice. I grab a piece of turkey bacon and plop in into my mouth and Abbey ends the call.
“BREAKFAST IS SERVED!” she announces laughing, “Good morning princess, I went into your room at like seven, you were out cold, so are you going to tell us about your evening?”
Izzie stars at me with big eyes, “Yea, I wanna know how your night was last night baby girl,” she teases, her fingers like legs running up my arms. “What did you guys do?” she whispered into my ear, trying to be funny.
“Let’s eat first.” I say and the both agree. Everyone is done, and we put our dishes into the sink. Then we migrate to the living room but before I get settled I grab my phone, not knowing when Sidney’s plane landed, or when he would call for that matter. So with my blackberry in hand I settle next to Izzie, and we start a movie, and we all start to relax, but I can tell that the girls want to ask me the same question. “We went out to dinner, with his father, Sidney ate half of my dinner, and his. Then I dropped them off at their hotel, and I came home. Not that exciting like you guys want it to be,” I say. I knew they wanted me to say if we kissed or not, but I don’t kiss and tell, especially if it’s Sidney Crosby, where they could go and blog about it, but I don’t think they would.
“When will you guys see each other again?” Abbey asks, not letting her eyes pull away from the screen where we were watching Pride and Prejudice.
“I might go down to Pittsburgh in two weeks, and stay a week.”
“So you would be back like the last week of November?”
“Yea, then we will go to back to LP like the fourth week of December?” I ask unsure if we were going to be a part of Holiday festivities.
“Yea, my mother needs help with all the children shit.” Izzie says clearly unhappy about this because she might be able to see her ex-boyfriend, whose dad is like everywhere and is well known.
After our little chat we all curled up in balls in watched the rest of the movie, when that was finished Abbey got up and got her sketch book to finish her sketches and to get our input. Izzie went to her notebook and started writing another short story which was due in two weeks. I got up and picked out another movie, which was Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It was about one o’clock when my phone started singing Tripping Billies by Dave Matthews Band “I should…” before I could finish I had two girls on me yelling:
“PUT IN ON SPEAKER!!!”
I now held my phone over my head. “You two can’t say a word.” I respond.
“ANSWER IT!” They both yell into my ear.
I put my phone on speaker and answer it.
“Hello,”
“Hi”
“This conversation better be getting somewhere,” Izzie whispers harshly.
“I just got to Pittsburgh, just wanted you to know.”
“Thanks, I looked at my schedule.”
“Already,” He giggles. “Do you hate New York that much?”
“No, iiii, I just,” ‘What do I say?” I mouth to the girls
“I had so much fun…” Abbey says.
“I can’t wait to see you again, and with Christmas coming we won’t be able to see each other…” Izzie finishes.
“I had so much fun,” I start, gulping, “And with Christmas coming I have to go home, then mid-terms, and all that, I won’t be able to see for like a month maybe two…”
“It’s fine, it really is, so why don’t you tell me the times you can come, and I will clean out my guest room in my wing, and I can book your plane tickets,” He replies laughing at the end.
“Um well I can come in two weeks, but only if you want me too, I mean I don’t want to pressure you, and I mean I want to take this slowly and all, and now I am babbling, so I can just call you later, and I bet your busy so yea.”
“Maddie, honestly I want to talk about this now, I am not busy really I’m not, I am on my bed right now turning on my t.v. so I can watch something. So let’s talk about this, I want to talk about this, please?” I get up now, and put my phone off of speaker and go into my room and close the door.
“Well in two weeks I can go for a week,”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long Maddie,” He whines, “I miss you,”
I try to hold in a laugh, but it doesn’t work, “Sidney, we just saw each other last night. How can you miss me already?”
“I don’t know really. But okay, I will book a flight, and I personally will come and pick you up at the airport, which I don’t do very often, Madeline.”
“Okay Sidney,” I tease “See you then”
“I miss you,”
“Miss you too.”
“Now you can’t make fun of me because you said you missed me to,” He teases.
“Siiidddneeyyy,” I moan, “That’s not fair at all.”
“I know, I won’t hold it against you, Maddie, not ever.” My eyes roll when I hear that, and he continues. “What did you do today?” he asks, making a conversation.
“Got up at like 10ish and called my cousin, who I am babysitting for next Friday, looked at my calendar, so I could tell you in advance so you could plan, then Abbey made breakfast, and we watched Pride and Prejudice and we started watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s but then this guy interrupted it, so now I am talking to this guy telling him what I did today,”
“That guy sounds like a tool,”
“Naww, he’s pretty chill,” I tease
SIIIIIDDDNEEEEYYYYYYY
“Fuck,” he whispers into the phone, “That’s Austin, I promised I would practice doing baseball stuff with him, Call you tonight, I will have Pat book a flight from JFK to here today so I can tell you tonight, deal,”
“Yea, deal, have fun big brother,”
“Oh I will try,” he giggles, and hangs up.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Chapter 8: Meet the Father
A/N I love writing this story, really just love it. If anyone is reading it please comment and share with friends and/or people who love fan fictions. And I hope everyone likes this update!
We ended up taking my SUV, Sidney driving with Troy in the passenger’s seat fighting over where to eat. Troy wanted a nice steak, while Sidney wanted pasta, real Italian pasta where he couldn’t eat at a steak house. We were stuck in traffic, which only added fuel to the father v son fire because they actually had time to fight it out. Meanwhile I sat in the hump seat in the back seat checking my e-mails, and texts on my blackberry trying to block out the war that was going on in the front of my car.
“Fine Dad, we will just ask her.” Sidney said with way to much confidence in his voice which scared me. “Maddie; Italian or American.”
Doesn’t he mean steak? Way to put me in the middle of this situation boys. They both turn around at the same time, looking at me with this look in their eyes. “Well actually… personally… I kinda feel like Chinese, or Japanese, but I would eat anywhere, I am not that fussy. I mean you guys feel like McDonalds, I’ll eat there, Subway, I’ll eat there, Panera, I’ll ear there.” But when I finish they both change the look in their eyes, this time it is filled with laughter, little school boy laughter. Sidney can’t hold it any longer and starts wailing like a kid, and Troy starts soon after but his laugh is an adult giggle, which doesn’t overpower Sidney’s. “What?” I ask unaware of why they are laughing like I would if I was watching the Hangover.
“We were talking about baseball” Troy says in-between bellows.
“But I thought you two were talking about where we are eating” I stutter out, know realizing that I was out of it for a while.
“We were,” Sidney answers now containing his laughter. “Until you mumbled something about the Yankees, and then my dad and I were talking about baseball.”
“When did you start talking about baseball?” I ask suddenly so confused and lost.
“Like ten minutes ago,” Troy answers, “Here I will fill you in, Sid over here like the Pirates, while I like to stick to a traditional team, the Yankees. So we asked if the two ever met in the play offs,” Which they never will I thought, ha, I mean the Pirates, what’s their record negative two? “Which team would win?”
“Yankees,” I answer not even thinking about it, I mean that’s common sense here.
“THAT’S BULL SHIT!” Sidney yells startling Troy and I “The Pirates would kill their prissy asses.” He says coping an attitude.
“No actually that’s bull shit.” I mummer underneath my breathe now wishing I said Pirates just so this wouldn’t have happened. Sidney now is giving Troy and I the silent treatment, and starts playing with my car’s dials. I have to safe myself, but Troy steps and takes control of the situation and announces we are at the restaurant. When he get to the table, Sidney faces away from the door, and I sit next to him with Troy sitting on the other side. It looks like the two compromised because on the menu there is both steak and pasta.
“So,” Troy starts after we get drinks, and order our food, “What do you do for a living, that is the only thing Sidney hasn’t told me yet?”
The funny thing is, I haven’t told Sidney what I did for a job too. “I work for the Yankees,” I answer “I am their massage therapist in training. That’s why the Yankees would win in the playoffs, because I was born a Yankee fan, and now I work for them.” I end my answer with elbowing Sidney in the ribs and Troy starts to laugh.
“That’s why I like the Pirates,” Sidney whispers, “Because I work in live in the Pittsburgh area, and I work for one of their sports teams.” Sidney retorts.
“We understand,” I coo him and he laughs.
Are food finally came, and we ate. Well I picked, Troy ate, and Sidney vacuumed our food. When Sidney was done with his, and I was done with mine we started talking but I realized that he was eyeing my food. And I finally started laughing and I traded plates with him. Then the table feel back into silence while he ate my plate of food. When he was done with that Sidney paid the check, while I argued. But in the end I gave in and sat back watching him sign his name on the dotted line.
We all went back to my truck and Troy drove him and Sidney back to the hotel. We all got out, I hugged both Troy and Sidney. Both Crosby men whispered in my ear.
“My son is falling for you, and you are falling for him. I like you, I really do, but think this over before you two start to date. I will like the same if you are friends, or a couple. I don’t know what you have heard about me, if you have, but I am not a jackass. I just don’t like women who will use my son for his money, and I know you won’t, I mean for Christ-sake you are driving a Range Rover that someone could live in. I hope to see you in the ‘Burgh soon too.” “Sidney, I am going to my room, see you in the morning, good game tonight.” He slaps Sidney’s back and heads inside.
And with that Sidney came over and hugged me until my brains were out. He nuzzles his head in my hair. “mmmmmm mint.” He starts. “Thanks for coming tonight,” we stand there for what feels like eternity. I know he is smelling me and my perfume and I am doing the same to him, I know I will miss his sent until the next time I see him. His hoodie is losing its sent. “I want you to come down to Pittsburgh and stay for like a week, maybe more. Are you working now?” I shake my head no, so he finishes. “Call me when you can come down, you can stay with me, and I will take care of everything, airfare and all. I really like your truck too, I might have to upgrade.” He now lifts my head and our foreheads are resting against one another.
“I will miss you,”
“Me too Sid,”
He kisses my lips softly.
“Call me when you are in your apartment.”
“I will,”
He hugs me again, and then kisses me with a little more passion this time. Then helps me in my car and I drive off wishing I could have stayed with him and we could have talked all night.
I got home two and a half hours later, due to a three car pileup on the road. The apartment is silent, but there are two notes on my door.
Mads,
I HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHTTTTT. When Davee drove me home I went and saw your god son. SO FREAKIN cute, of and we are babysitting next Friday, David will call you with the details, GOD that was a good game. We are having a talk-a-thon tomorrow I have no classes and you don’t either get some rest girl
Izz
I was laughing, I knew she would like Adam, my godson, she likes every kid.
Maddie,
Sorry about earlier, I was a bitch, forgive me, I need help on deigns and shit like that, talk tomorrow, and a movie tomorrow night, Oh and I want to meet Sidney sometime, maybe he is different?
Abbs
I love Abbey and I could never stay mad at her, and I knew she was looking out for me.
I climbed out of my jeans and put on soffe shorts and a wifebeater tank, plugged in my phone and called Sid.
“Hello,” he answered groggily
“Hi, sorry it’s so late, there was an accident,”
“It’s all good Maddie, as long as your fine, thanks for letting me know”
“No problem, well you seem tired, and I know I am, so I will call you tomorrow?”
“Sounds great, my flight leaves at 11. So how about I call you when I land?”
“Sounds wonderful Sid,”
“Bye”
“tata for now”
And with that I received my second best night of sleep in a row.
We ended up taking my SUV, Sidney driving with Troy in the passenger’s seat fighting over where to eat. Troy wanted a nice steak, while Sidney wanted pasta, real Italian pasta where he couldn’t eat at a steak house. We were stuck in traffic, which only added fuel to the father v son fire because they actually had time to fight it out. Meanwhile I sat in the hump seat in the back seat checking my e-mails, and texts on my blackberry trying to block out the war that was going on in the front of my car.
“Fine Dad, we will just ask her.” Sidney said with way to much confidence in his voice which scared me. “Maddie; Italian or American.”
Doesn’t he mean steak? Way to put me in the middle of this situation boys. They both turn around at the same time, looking at me with this look in their eyes. “Well actually… personally… I kinda feel like Chinese, or Japanese, but I would eat anywhere, I am not that fussy. I mean you guys feel like McDonalds, I’ll eat there, Subway, I’ll eat there, Panera, I’ll ear there.” But when I finish they both change the look in their eyes, this time it is filled with laughter, little school boy laughter. Sidney can’t hold it any longer and starts wailing like a kid, and Troy starts soon after but his laugh is an adult giggle, which doesn’t overpower Sidney’s. “What?” I ask unaware of why they are laughing like I would if I was watching the Hangover.
“We were talking about baseball” Troy says in-between bellows.
“But I thought you two were talking about where we are eating” I stutter out, know realizing that I was out of it for a while.
“We were,” Sidney answers now containing his laughter. “Until you mumbled something about the Yankees, and then my dad and I were talking about baseball.”
“When did you start talking about baseball?” I ask suddenly so confused and lost.
“Like ten minutes ago,” Troy answers, “Here I will fill you in, Sid over here like the Pirates, while I like to stick to a traditional team, the Yankees. So we asked if the two ever met in the play offs,” Which they never will I thought, ha, I mean the Pirates, what’s their record negative two? “Which team would win?”
“Yankees,” I answer not even thinking about it, I mean that’s common sense here.
“THAT’S BULL SHIT!” Sidney yells startling Troy and I “The Pirates would kill their prissy asses.” He says coping an attitude.
“No actually that’s bull shit.” I mummer underneath my breathe now wishing I said Pirates just so this wouldn’t have happened. Sidney now is giving Troy and I the silent treatment, and starts playing with my car’s dials. I have to safe myself, but Troy steps and takes control of the situation and announces we are at the restaurant. When he get to the table, Sidney faces away from the door, and I sit next to him with Troy sitting on the other side. It looks like the two compromised because on the menu there is both steak and pasta.
“So,” Troy starts after we get drinks, and order our food, “What do you do for a living, that is the only thing Sidney hasn’t told me yet?”
The funny thing is, I haven’t told Sidney what I did for a job too. “I work for the Yankees,” I answer “I am their massage therapist in training. That’s why the Yankees would win in the playoffs, because I was born a Yankee fan, and now I work for them.” I end my answer with elbowing Sidney in the ribs and Troy starts to laugh.
“That’s why I like the Pirates,” Sidney whispers, “Because I work in live in the Pittsburgh area, and I work for one of their sports teams.” Sidney retorts.
“We understand,” I coo him and he laughs.
Are food finally came, and we ate. Well I picked, Troy ate, and Sidney vacuumed our food. When Sidney was done with his, and I was done with mine we started talking but I realized that he was eyeing my food. And I finally started laughing and I traded plates with him. Then the table feel back into silence while he ate my plate of food. When he was done with that Sidney paid the check, while I argued. But in the end I gave in and sat back watching him sign his name on the dotted line.
We all went back to my truck and Troy drove him and Sidney back to the hotel. We all got out, I hugged both Troy and Sidney. Both Crosby men whispered in my ear.
“My son is falling for you, and you are falling for him. I like you, I really do, but think this over before you two start to date. I will like the same if you are friends, or a couple. I don’t know what you have heard about me, if you have, but I am not a jackass. I just don’t like women who will use my son for his money, and I know you won’t, I mean for Christ-sake you are driving a Range Rover that someone could live in. I hope to see you in the ‘Burgh soon too.” “Sidney, I am going to my room, see you in the morning, good game tonight.” He slaps Sidney’s back and heads inside.
And with that Sidney came over and hugged me until my brains were out. He nuzzles his head in my hair. “mmmmmm mint.” He starts. “Thanks for coming tonight,” we stand there for what feels like eternity. I know he is smelling me and my perfume and I am doing the same to him, I know I will miss his sent until the next time I see him. His hoodie is losing its sent. “I want you to come down to Pittsburgh and stay for like a week, maybe more. Are you working now?” I shake my head no, so he finishes. “Call me when you can come down, you can stay with me, and I will take care of everything, airfare and all. I really like your truck too, I might have to upgrade.” He now lifts my head and our foreheads are resting against one another.
“I will miss you,”
“Me too Sid,”
He kisses my lips softly.
“Call me when you are in your apartment.”
“I will,”
He hugs me again, and then kisses me with a little more passion this time. Then helps me in my car and I drive off wishing I could have stayed with him and we could have talked all night.
I got home two and a half hours later, due to a three car pileup on the road. The apartment is silent, but there are two notes on my door.
Mads,
I HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHTTTTT. When Davee drove me home I went and saw your god son. SO FREAKIN cute, of and we are babysitting next Friday, David will call you with the details, GOD that was a good game. We are having a talk-a-thon tomorrow I have no classes and you don’t either get some rest girl
Izz
I was laughing, I knew she would like Adam, my godson, she likes every kid.
Maddie,
Sorry about earlier, I was a bitch, forgive me, I need help on deigns and shit like that, talk tomorrow, and a movie tomorrow night, Oh and I want to meet Sidney sometime, maybe he is different?
Abbs
I love Abbey and I could never stay mad at her, and I knew she was looking out for me.
I climbed out of my jeans and put on soffe shorts and a wifebeater tank, plugged in my phone and called Sid.
“Hello,” he answered groggily
“Hi, sorry it’s so late, there was an accident,”
“It’s all good Maddie, as long as your fine, thanks for letting me know”
“No problem, well you seem tired, and I know I am, so I will call you tomorrow?”
“Sounds great, my flight leaves at 11. So how about I call you when I land?”
“Sounds wonderful Sid,”
“Bye”
“tata for now”
And with that I received my second best night of sleep in a row.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Chapter 7: Whats that line?
After breakfast or lunch by the time Sidney said he had to leave I headed back to the apartment where the girls should be home. Riding in the elevator I began thinking, which I had been doing way too much lately, but I guess it’s good to think. How could this relationship with Sidney go on, we would never see each other, and the press, jezz the press, they would tear me apart or if the relationship grew maybe even us apart. When I got to the doorway I decided I was analyzing it too much. When I unlocked the hatch on the door I heard Maneater run through the walls and off-key singing. The.Girls.Had.Monster. Shit. See my friends are very calm and well artsy to no other, and Izzie can sing too, but when you put two monsters into them Abbey goes off, and well Izzie I can’t even describe when she has monster, but when she drinks, ha when she drinks she acts so perfectly normal. Ahh friends.
“I HAVE THREE HOCKEY TICKETS FOR A GAME TONIGHT,” I yelled over Nelly Furtado’s voice.
“no fricken way,” Izzey says pausing or stopping the song.
“You did him didn’t you,” Abbey replies coldly.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Izzey turns to Abbey, then back to me “I wannna goooo, can I go, well I am sooo inviting myself, wait how did you get them?”
I laughed. “Izz, you can go, and Sidney I met when I passed out and he plays for the Pens who are playing the Islanders, and has invited me and my friends to go to his game. I would like both of you to go.”
“YESS,” Izzey screams running to her room. Abbey stood there not budging.
“Are you coming?” I asked friendly, even though right now I don’t want her to come. She hates the game, doesn’t get it, and always complains that it is way too cold in the rink.
“Don’t know.” She replies coolly turning her back to me raiding the fridge. I couldn’t take it anymore, I did nothing wrong. It’s not like she new Sidney.
“whatthefuckisyourproblem.” I said like it was one word, through my teeth, and quietly so Izzie didn’t hear us.
“Look,” She started turning around, now with a water in hand. “You have had a history with hockey playes, as do I. We both know it’s hard for Izzie to be away from Will. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for Izzie to be around hocke…”
I held up my finger. “Don’t drag Izzie into this. Tell me the truth, why don’t you want to go to the game?”
“You can’t get angry. But jesus Christ. I don’t want to see you like you usually look when someone says ‘hockey’, let alone go into a rink. Look what happened yesterday. Also, you have known this guy for what like 22 hours. That’s bull shit. He doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. I doubt that he truly likes you. I don’t know him but come on you’re an attractive girl, who after passing out most have looked venerable, and come on, even your uncle says it. Hockey guys like ass. And this Sidney is looking, at dinner you could see lust, pure lust.”
“Yea Abbey, your right, you don’t know him. And he is diffrenet, my uncle scouted him, and became friends with his parents, he is a nice kid. And it’s not like he is a lot older than me. He is a year and a day. A freaking year Abbey. You know what, I am sure David would love to come with Iz and I tonight, instead of you.” I stared walking and looked at my phone to check what time and to text David. I had an hour and a half to get dressed for a hockey game.
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO: DAVID: hey, it’s madds, I have and extra ticket for the islander game tonight, ya wanna come?
NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM DAVID: hellyea, but my question is how the hell did you score tickets to a pens islander game
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO DAVID: long story, later, meet us there, gotta go get ready :)
When I got to my bathroom I turned on my straightener and put on my ipod on shuffle. When I got out I was singing and dancing to You and Me by Dave Matthews Band, and could barely hear my blackberry go off.
“Hey” I say, out of breathe and hear boyish giggles from the other line.
“Did I interrupt you with something?”
“Getting ready, sorry, jezzz.”
“haaahaahaa. Hey, after the game, could I ask you to come down to the locker room, and ahh meet my father. Just so he knows, I don’t want to hide it from him, and I talked to him today, after our lunch and all, and he ahh want to meet you.”
“Sure, as long as you score, so we have something to talk about. Well I have to go, bye Sid.” And I hang up. I want to scream, everything is happening way to fast, my friend thinks I am a puck bunny, I am meeting Troy. I could sit down and cry. Then Izzie comes in and brings my mood right back up.
“Are you straightening or going o’natural?”
“Straightening, and I am wearing dark jeans and a cardigan with some pearls in my ears and my lucky necklace. For my shoes, my black boots.”
“That doesn’t help girl.”
“Wear jeans, a tee, borrow my black North Face, wear stud earrings, and black or silver boots, oh and for your hair, straighten it and pull it back if you want.” I offer. “Oh and Izz, after the game we have to go to the lounge, I am meeting Troy, Sidney’s father.”
“Cool, Abbey isn’t coming right, she’s been a bitch lately, and I heard what she said to you today about Sidney but don’t listen to her she doesn’t know what or who she is talking about. But with her not coming does that mean that your cousin is coming?”
“Yea, David is meeting us there. Girl go get ready we need to leave in like a half hour.”
Izzie and I got ready, and left Abbey alone in her room sketching out new dresses for her show that was in the summer. On the ride there Izzie kept asking me questions about hockey.
“So the line that’s near the bench is…”
“The blue line Izz, and that’s where the players could be called for an off sides, where the puck is in the zone after they are.”
“I am so glad you reffed, played, coached, and like lived hockey. This game is awesome,” She yells putting her hands up.
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By the time the game was over Sid had three assists, two goals, and two penalties. And the Penguins won by two. I talked David into bringing Izzie back to our apartment so if I had to cry my way home because of Papa Cros.
“Miss. Martin this way please,” an escort said motioning me to follow, which I did, like a puppy following its mother.
I waited in the lounge for Sidney and his father for probably an hour at the least. When I finally heard Sidney’s voice I stood up straighter and put a smile on my face, waiting for Sidney to notice me.
“Maddie!” He yelled kind of, jogging over hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. “How did you like the game?” He whispered into my ear.
“Thanks so much for the seats, I mean right by your penalty box, that was great, and when you were in there it was great to make faces at you,” I joked. “But uhh Sid, being all serious now, I kinda wanna get this whole meeting my father thing over now, if that’s okay because he is looking at us right now.”
“Oh right,” He said grabbing my hand and leading me over to his father. “Dad, this is Maddie, my new friend, and Maddie, this is my father, Troy.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mister Crosby,” I say putting out my hand, which he takes, and shakes it.
“My pleasure Maddie, my son has been talking nonstop about you for about 24 hours.” He ends it with a laugh. And I don’t know what to say to that, so Troy keeps talking. “Sid has told me that you played hockey, that’s great, he err also told me about your unfortunate hit you took. Which is very unfortunate, but I like how you know the game.”
“Yes, I know the game very well, almost obsessed really,” I laugh and keep going, “My first word was ‘Hock’ short for hockey. I was born in August and was in a rink following a zamboni with my dad in December, I lived in a rink ever since really. I reffed, coached, played, and watched.”
“You sound a lot like my son,” Troy laughs again, “I don’t know about you Maddie, but I am starving and well Sidney can eat anytime,anywhere,anything, so would you like to come and eat with us?”
“Yea sure, I don’t want to intrude though.”
“Oh, trust me,” Sidney starts in, “Maybe with you here my dad won’t beat me for being in the box for four minutes.”
“Four very unnecessary minutes Sidney Patrick,”
“Damn Sid, your dad pulled out the middle name, and I do have to agree with him, they were unnecessary.” I end with a wince because Sidney walks over to me, but instead he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
“But there’s a difference, I can’t stay made at you,” he ends with a wink, “Okay let’s go, I am starved!”
“I HAVE THREE HOCKEY TICKETS FOR A GAME TONIGHT,” I yelled over Nelly Furtado’s voice.
“no fricken way,” Izzey says pausing or stopping the song.
“You did him didn’t you,” Abbey replies coldly.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Izzey turns to Abbey, then back to me “I wannna goooo, can I go, well I am sooo inviting myself, wait how did you get them?”
I laughed. “Izz, you can go, and Sidney I met when I passed out and he plays for the Pens who are playing the Islanders, and has invited me and my friends to go to his game. I would like both of you to go.”
“YESS,” Izzey screams running to her room. Abbey stood there not budging.
“Are you coming?” I asked friendly, even though right now I don’t want her to come. She hates the game, doesn’t get it, and always complains that it is way too cold in the rink.
“Don’t know.” She replies coolly turning her back to me raiding the fridge. I couldn’t take it anymore, I did nothing wrong. It’s not like she new Sidney.
“whatthefuckisyourproblem.” I said like it was one word, through my teeth, and quietly so Izzie didn’t hear us.
“Look,” She started turning around, now with a water in hand. “You have had a history with hockey playes, as do I. We both know it’s hard for Izzie to be away from Will. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for Izzie to be around hocke…”
I held up my finger. “Don’t drag Izzie into this. Tell me the truth, why don’t you want to go to the game?”
“You can’t get angry. But jesus Christ. I don’t want to see you like you usually look when someone says ‘hockey’, let alone go into a rink. Look what happened yesterday. Also, you have known this guy for what like 22 hours. That’s bull shit. He doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. I doubt that he truly likes you. I don’t know him but come on you’re an attractive girl, who after passing out most have looked venerable, and come on, even your uncle says it. Hockey guys like ass. And this Sidney is looking, at dinner you could see lust, pure lust.”
“Yea Abbey, your right, you don’t know him. And he is diffrenet, my uncle scouted him, and became friends with his parents, he is a nice kid. And it’s not like he is a lot older than me. He is a year and a day. A freaking year Abbey. You know what, I am sure David would love to come with Iz and I tonight, instead of you.” I stared walking and looked at my phone to check what time and to text David. I had an hour and a half to get dressed for a hockey game.
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO: DAVID: hey, it’s madds, I have and extra ticket for the islander game tonight, ya wanna come?
NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM DAVID: hellyea, but my question is how the hell did you score tickets to a pens islander game
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO DAVID: long story, later, meet us there, gotta go get ready :)
When I got to my bathroom I turned on my straightener and put on my ipod on shuffle. When I got out I was singing and dancing to You and Me by Dave Matthews Band, and could barely hear my blackberry go off.
“Hey” I say, out of breathe and hear boyish giggles from the other line.
“Did I interrupt you with something?”
“Getting ready, sorry, jezzz.”
“haaahaahaa. Hey, after the game, could I ask you to come down to the locker room, and ahh meet my father. Just so he knows, I don’t want to hide it from him, and I talked to him today, after our lunch and all, and he ahh want to meet you.”
“Sure, as long as you score, so we have something to talk about. Well I have to go, bye Sid.” And I hang up. I want to scream, everything is happening way to fast, my friend thinks I am a puck bunny, I am meeting Troy. I could sit down and cry. Then Izzie comes in and brings my mood right back up.
“Are you straightening or going o’natural?”
“Straightening, and I am wearing dark jeans and a cardigan with some pearls in my ears and my lucky necklace. For my shoes, my black boots.”
“That doesn’t help girl.”
“Wear jeans, a tee, borrow my black North Face, wear stud earrings, and black or silver boots, oh and for your hair, straighten it and pull it back if you want.” I offer. “Oh and Izz, after the game we have to go to the lounge, I am meeting Troy, Sidney’s father.”
“Cool, Abbey isn’t coming right, she’s been a bitch lately, and I heard what she said to you today about Sidney but don’t listen to her she doesn’t know what or who she is talking about. But with her not coming does that mean that your cousin is coming?”
“Yea, David is meeting us there. Girl go get ready we need to leave in like a half hour.”
Izzie and I got ready, and left Abbey alone in her room sketching out new dresses for her show that was in the summer. On the ride there Izzie kept asking me questions about hockey.
“So the line that’s near the bench is…”
“The blue line Izz, and that’s where the players could be called for an off sides, where the puck is in the zone after they are.”
“I am so glad you reffed, played, coached, and like lived hockey. This game is awesome,” She yells putting her hands up.
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By the time the game was over Sid had three assists, two goals, and two penalties. And the Penguins won by two. I talked David into bringing Izzie back to our apartment so if I had to cry my way home because of Papa Cros.
“Miss. Martin this way please,” an escort said motioning me to follow, which I did, like a puppy following its mother.
I waited in the lounge for Sidney and his father for probably an hour at the least. When I finally heard Sidney’s voice I stood up straighter and put a smile on my face, waiting for Sidney to notice me.
“Maddie!” He yelled kind of, jogging over hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. “How did you like the game?” He whispered into my ear.
“Thanks so much for the seats, I mean right by your penalty box, that was great, and when you were in there it was great to make faces at you,” I joked. “But uhh Sid, being all serious now, I kinda wanna get this whole meeting my father thing over now, if that’s okay because he is looking at us right now.”
“Oh right,” He said grabbing my hand and leading me over to his father. “Dad, this is Maddie, my new friend, and Maddie, this is my father, Troy.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mister Crosby,” I say putting out my hand, which he takes, and shakes it.
“My pleasure Maddie, my son has been talking nonstop about you for about 24 hours.” He ends it with a laugh. And I don’t know what to say to that, so Troy keeps talking. “Sid has told me that you played hockey, that’s great, he err also told me about your unfortunate hit you took. Which is very unfortunate, but I like how you know the game.”
“Yes, I know the game very well, almost obsessed really,” I laugh and keep going, “My first word was ‘Hock’ short for hockey. I was born in August and was in a rink following a zamboni with my dad in December, I lived in a rink ever since really. I reffed, coached, played, and watched.”
“You sound a lot like my son,” Troy laughs again, “I don’t know about you Maddie, but I am starving and well Sidney can eat anytime,anywhere,anything, so would you like to come and eat with us?”
“Yea sure, I don’t want to intrude though.”
“Oh, trust me,” Sidney starts in, “Maybe with you here my dad won’t beat me for being in the box for four minutes.”
“Four very unnecessary minutes Sidney Patrick,”
“Damn Sid, your dad pulled out the middle name, and I do have to agree with him, they were unnecessary.” I end with a wince because Sidney walks over to me, but instead he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
“But there’s a difference, I can’t stay made at you,” he ends with a wink, “Okay let’s go, I am starved!”
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