Tuesday, May 11, 2010
A New Story
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Chapter 9- Crazy Little Thing Called Love
So I know this was supposed to be up Friday. But I have had a bit of a rough weekend. My big sister was getting ready and fell getting out of her shower on Friday morning. She has a high ankle sprain and fractured her wrist in two places. She is going to be okay they have a cast (she let me draw a pens logo on it) on her wrist and her ankle is wrapped, but she has had a hard time getting around. However, our mom is staying with us to help out with her for a couple days. Anyway here is the new chapter, enjoy. And remember comments get chapters up. Thanks for your patience and I am working on the next update. : )
- Jeyre87
Three simple task were at hand as I watched Mellon Arena diminish in my rearview mirror. Breathe. Focus. Drive. My head was reeling and racing all at once creating a lovely vertigo sensation. I probably shouldn't be operating heavy machinery, but to hell with it, because I had a date. I actually had a date, a real date. A date with a sexy, talented, charming guy. I had a date with Sidney Crosby. I could scream the words, write them out, or doodle them on every surface imaginable. The days of school girl crushes were returning, only this brought much deeper feelings.
Euphoric- a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being sometimes exaggerated in pathological states as mania
Happy-delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing
Wonderful- Sidney Crosby
No dictionary on the face of the earth could possibly hold the words to describe my being. I watched the city pass by a blur of primary colors and large structures. A breathing pattern had finally been established,in through the nose slowly out through the mouth quickly. Cool air, calm, and Radiohead filled the cab of my car. Then an onset of utter panic kicked in. I had a date. I couldn't remember the last time I had a date. It wasn't that I didn't have options. It was just that I was a workaholic. Besides that I wasn't really dater girl. I had relationships. Loose and casual wasn't my thing, because it was exactly that, loose and casual. There was no real definiton and set boundaries and that stressed me out. Could I flirt with other guys? Could he flirt with other girls? Was it okay for us to say yes if someone else asked us out? I went back to my breathing excercise. I was jumping way to far ahead myself. If I was going to stress, it needed to be on the here and now. What do I wear? How do I act? That sort of thing. We had eaten together before but it never had a label on it. Jesus, I need to chill and just enjoy this, until I get home. Then I can worry about it.
Sidney's POV~
"Well, Well, Well look what the cat dragged out of the bag." I rolled my eyes at the "Superstar".
"Good to see you to Max." I replied sardonically as I pushed my way through the throng of people at Diesel.
"I don't think he meant he wasn't happy to see you," Geno stated as I sat down, "just that we were begining to think you were stuck in that pod you come from. Your too much of a homebody."
"I am not. I just don't have to hunt for my kill, they come delivered. It saves a step." Answering smugly, knowing they would take the bait.
"Shut up smart ass. Some of have to sing for our supper. Speaking of which..." Max tappered off. I looked over to where Max line of sight was now directed to see two blondes dancing . One using the other as a pole. Ugh, puck fucks, it was written all over them. He has no standards. If your going to do it at least find one that doesn't look like a total whore and with someone who isn't going to spread it all over the city or spread something to you. Max got up to begin his conquest and Flower slid over to his spot.
"Hey Sid"
"Hi"
"So?"
"So? What?''
"What are you doing here? You come out with us to actual clubs once or twice a month, maybe more if you need to blow off steam. You have already been out with us three times and it is too early to be stressed about anything pre-season hasn't even started yet."
"No reason, I just had a really long high energy day and I am not ready to go home yet. If I go home I will start stressing and right now I just want to enjoy it. Not to mention I need a little help."
"With what?"
"Nothing. Just forget it, eh."
"Whatever"
I knew I needed help planning my date I was just to proud to admit it. I wanted to ask without really asking. So, I bided my time. With myself being more of at home partier and Marc being tied down, and actually faithful, we just kind of sat and took in the scene around us. Max was now sandwiched between the blondes. Jordan was playing tonsil hockey with some red head. If his girl knew what shenanigans he was up to he would have to learn to skate with a stick up his ass. Kris and Geno were playing some drinking game, what the hell he is doing going up against a russian I couldn't tell you. But hey, It is his perogative. Finally enough time had passed for me to enter into the subject slickly.
"So where is Veronique?"
"Girls night."
"Sounds good."
"It is good that she has her own friends."
"Yeah.Must be relieveing."
"Extremely. I worry about her a lot."
"You should. I mean, man, how long have you guys been together?"
"Forever"
"Do you guys ever do anything special? Like do you plan stuff for her?"
"Yes" He said quizically.
"like what?"
"You have a date?" So apparently I am not as slick as I think I am.
"Yeah." I admitted in defeat.
"Well I am flattered that you sought my services." rolling his eyes, "So who is the lucky lady? One of your weekly rotationals?"
"God No! I have not seen any of them since last season. No, it is someone I met recently. Anyway, you gonna help or not?"
"Yeah, So when is the date?"
"Tommorow night?"
"Woah. Um....take her to dinner at one of the steakhouses. Then take her to Morton's it is this lounge that just opened, they play a lot of Jazz, very upscale, good atmosphere. Veronique loves it."
"That sounds good"
"Of course it sounds good. Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Why didn't you ask the Superstar? He is alot more contagious with the women?"
"When a woman give birth to a crack baby, you don't go out and buy her a puppy."
"What does that even mean?" He snorted.
"I needed the advice of someone who knows about substance. If I wanted advice on how to concoct the perfect one night stand or how to master sex, I would seek him out. But seeing as I have mastered and perfected both I have no need for him."
"Ha, I don't care what they say about you Croz. You really truly are an arrogant little shit."
I smirked."You love me for it."
"We tolerate you for it, Captain" He said laughing and elbowing me in the ribs.
I just smiled. I now had a game plan. Tonight I partake in debauchary with the boys. Tommorow, I try to win a battle more difficult than the Stanley Cup Finals. The battle for Reagans heart.
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Friday, December 18, 2009
Just a note
Hey, I am so excited. I finally got the Ipod up, so from now on I will post the songs that go with the chapters accordingly. Hoped you loved the new chapter and look for updates this weekend. bye all : )
- Jeyre87
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Chapter 8- Hey Hey What Can I Do
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Just a Note
Hey everyone,
Just a note, I really appreciate the comments. I love them and I love feedback, I feel one of the only ways to grow as a writer is to get the readers opinion. I am so excited to be wrting this story i have been following alot of writers for some time. I am trying to figure out what all I can do with the blogger. I don't know how big everyone is into music but, other than hockey, music is another passion of mine. I caome from a very musical family. So if you have caught on, all my chapters are song titles. The songs are all great songs that I love, they may not necessarily be directly related to the story but the titles wording fits the chapter so I pick it. Sometimes, the sond fits the mood of the chapter and thats why I pick it. I highly reccomend that if you have never heard one of the songs, you listen to it. Anyway, thanks for all the support, I am excited, escpecially because my schedule is begining to calm down. More time to write!
- JEYRE87
p.s.- piece of my heart is a reference to the Janis Joplin version. I am a 60's and 70's girl what can I say.
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Chapter 7- Hot n' Cold
Through the next week, every run in with Sidney brought some gradual easy. I felt like a little kid trying to get to the center of tootsie pop. How many licks did it take? How many meetings would it take to be friends? We were friendly towards each other, we said exchanged salutations, it was formal but it was a step in the right direction. It was good that we were able to move past the everything so quickly, or at the very least sweep it under the rug to be cleaned up later, because we were going to begin player meetings soon for profiles. Which meant being locked in room for hours a couple times a week.
I played it cool, and so did he. What struck me as odd was that as nice as Sidney was to me he was a heinous depraved barbarian to Heath. The only way for me to describe his expression when he was around Heath, Sidney would look like an animal ready for the kill; raised hackles, barred teeth, and a stare that could put a hole through reinforced steel. He reverted back to caveman speak, grunts and one word answers when Heath spoke to him about anything. If it was a full sentence it was of the most condescending nature imaginable. After several incidents of this, Heath mentioned something about it to me. Heath was afraid of Sidney, which I had to admit made me laugh. I have been watching Sidney play ice hockey forever, and while he held his own when need be, he was not an intimidating guy. When it pertained to fighting at least. Another thing that confused me was the behavior, Sidney got along with everyone. Everyone. It could be Joe Schmoe or the President of the World. He was a charasmatic, good ol' boy. He was a sweet heart, who cared about people. But apparently, Heath wasn't a person, and I wanted to know why he didn't qualify.
My curiosity got the better of meand one day while finishing up a meeting with Sidney and Max, who was begining to grow on me in the few short days i had been here. I decided to get some answers. Sidney rushed out of the room the minute the meeting was done to 'enjoy' yet another media frenzy. The camera loved him, but it was a one sided affair. It left Max and I to stare at the clinical white walls above one anothers head. Max got up from the mahogany confrence table to leave, as i sat there clicking my ball point pen.
"Max..."
"Yeah, Reags"
"Is Sidney... Does he... Why is he being a jack ass to heath?"
"Its nothing personal"
"Umph. ugh." I stuttered looking for words."Your yanking my dick?"He looked shocked at my crudeness. What can I say I grew up around Marines these were everyday words of my childhood, every now and then they slipped. He recovered quickly.
"No wanna pull mine." waggling his eyebrows vaudevillian style. He saw my distress and apologized. "I was just kidding."
"I know, its not that, I can handle a baffoon like you.It is the fact that you didn't answer my question."
"Hphh. Well, the awnswer to your question is that if you really don't know why Sidney dislikes Heath then you don't deserve to have someone tell you. Another thing, if you want him to be nice just ask him, he won't like it but he will do it for you." With that he pulled himself up from the faded twill chair and strode towards the door.
"Reagan" Poking his head in the door frame. "Belle mais naifs."
Beautiful but Naive. And to all those who laughed and took spanish when I took french. "when are you ever gonna use that reagan?" Whose laughin' now buddy? The question now was, what did he mean?
I mulled over our converstation. I still had no clue what Max had been talking about? Maybe thats why they call him mad max, because he is out of his mind. I couldn't make much progress on that, but I decided to address the one problem I could fix.
At the end of the day before I left, I set out looking for Sidney, praying he hadn't left yet. I went into the players lounge and ran into,literally,Marc-Andre Fleury or Flower. Flower, who was an absolute sweet heart, told me he had gotten back on the ice. I thanked him and redirected myself towards the ice.
I froze in my tracks at the image in front of me, my heart swelled and my breath caught in my throat. Sidney was where Marc said he'd be, on the ice. I realized then how much he loved the game. He looked like a kid. He had a pile of pucks sitting near him. He was not wearing a helmet and his dark brown curls were matted down. His normally pale cheeks were aflame with rosy color, like a child coming in from playing in the snow. He finally accomplished a trick that i assume he had been working on before I arrived, and a million watt smile that could have powered new york city lit up his face. It was so powerful it had me smiling.
"Well done" I said walking out onto ice. He looked up with a startled but pleased expression.
"Thank You"
"Mmmhmmm" We just stood like that for a million hour minute, in transcendent silence. I loved that about him I didn't have to talk, we could just be in the moment together and without forced conversation about frivoulous things i was bound to forget. Chit-chat.
"Why are you still here? Everyone already left like an hour ago, others than those going over tapes." I asked walking over to the bench o sit on the boards. I slipped but didn't fall. High heels and Ice don't mix.
"You okay? Those shoes are a death-trap out here, especially considering who is in them."
"I can manage." I said, smiling that we had thought the same thing. Upon reaching my destination, I propped myself up on the boards. Sid glided over to me, and sat down beside me.
"Please, I have never met a woman that spends more time on her back than you." I just smirked and quirked an eyebrow on him.
"Nuh..no.not like... not what i meant." he stammered."Damn it, you know what i meant." He said flustered. Another thing I liked about him, he may be just another red-blooded male in the locker room, talking about beer and bikini babes or whatever the hell they talk about, but in front of women he was a complete gentleman.
"I know." Giving him a chesire cat smile."You didn't answer my question by the way."
"Which was?"
"Why are you still here"
"I had somethings I wanted to work on." He said plainly.
"Your dedication never ceases to amaze me"
"We suffer for our art." Leave it to him to compare sports to art, though in all honest it was the he played. "Why are you still here?"
Oh, I had completely forgotten about the orginal reason I had sought him out."Looking for you actually."
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"How about that. Well what can I assisst you with?"
"It is about Heath." Flared nostrils, locked jaw, narrowed eyes, and the frozen icy amber was back.
"What about him?" he said in a short tone.
"Sidney I like you, so I mean this in the nicest way possible, you are a brutish condescending jackass to Heath, and he has not done anything o my knowledge or his to deserve that treatment." He did not like being called out on this particular isssue, the look on his face told me that, but I continued anyway. "Besides, it doesn't seem like you to act like this. You are always so sweet. He doesn't deserve this, if you could maybe be a little nicer to him or at the very least cordigial, I think it would help, and I would really appreciate it."
"Reagan just stop. Stop acting like you know me. I hate when people act like they know me. That is all I am ever around is people thinking they know everything. Well you don't okay, you don't know anything, you don't understand anything, you don't get it. Don't fucking tell me, what some other fucking guy fucking deserves, just fucking don't. I will treat him the way I want to fucking treat him. If that hurts his fucking feelings, well then tough shit. And what does it fucking matter if you will appreciate it." his eyes were murderous.
I was... flabergasted. I was feeling about fifty different things, the most prominent was hurt. I could not believe Sidney had snapped at me like that or what had warranted it. Hot tears streamed downed the contours of my pale face, hitting the glassy surface to form little crytal droplets.
"Reagan" His voice filled with, concern?
"I thought we were becoming friends thats why you would care if I would appreciate it. But, I guess not." I stated, my voice barely above a whisper. I was not one to scream when I was mad, I was just cold and withdrawn. I got up to leave.
"Reagan..." I could tell the explantation was about to follow but I had no interest. I glanced over my shoulder.
"Screw you, Sidney. One less person you have to worry about thinking they know you or speaking to you for that matter.''
With that I strode off the ice to leave.
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Chapter 6- Another One Bites the Dust
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