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
Friday, December 18, 2009
Just a note
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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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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Chapter 5- Trampled Under Foot
Task Objective: The Wriler Corporation will be heading up the marketing, and Public Relation needs as it relates to marketing, of the Pittsburgh Penguins Organization and there part of the NHL franchise. This will include marketing the game, showing them actively involved in the community, and marketing the star players that have become global icons. Team leaders are as follows Reagan Buckley and Heath Graham. I expect top quality, this will be one of our biggest account, do your best.
- Jim Wriler
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Chapter 4- Something in the way she moves
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Chapter 3- Miracle Drug
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Backgroud
Reagan Elizabeth Buckley
Birthday: March 19th 1987
Physical Description: Deep Blue eyes, Dark Brown hair with some natural wave, Creamy Pale skin,light freckles on cheeks and nose, 5'7", 130 lbs, athletic curvy build
Profession: Marketing Firm
Sidney Patrick Crosby
Birthday:August 7th 1987
Physical Description: Hazel eyes, thick dark brown curly hair, pale complexion,5'11", athletic build
Profession: Pittsburgh Penguins Ice Hockey Player
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Chapter 2- waiting for the man
"Uh"
I had completley lost my train of thought.
"wow, you are bleeding really bad"
Well that would explain why everything sounded muffled.
" listen i called 911, oh your head, let me see if i have something to clean that up just to stop the bleeding."
He left for a moment i sat there feeling absoluteley dazed. I was losing my mind. how hard did i hit my head on the steering wheel? I honest to god think the guy that hit me is Sidney Crosby. W-O-W. I must have been spacing out when he got back because he said,
"ugh, you don't have a concussion do you?'
"No" i replied haughitly,making him smirk.
"lets get you out of whats left of that car" he said pulling me out and into his arms,then reached into the car to grab my blazer. He sat me down on the cold guard rail on the side of the road,wrapping my jacket around me, and kneeled in front of me.
"I am Sidney by the way" as he began to clean away the blood from my ear with what i think was an old t-shirt, and confirming who i thought he was. He looked up at me expectantly.
" oh, Reagan" i extended my hand, which he gladly took.His touch was electric.
" well reagan, sorry we had to meet under these circumstances" he stated as he moved up my face with the cloth" i really am..."
"GAH" i screamed reflexively kicking him in the shin as he put pressure on the cut on my forehead.
"Sorry" he continued to clean up the cut as we sat in silence. I can't believe one of my favorite players is sitting in front of me, i could quote his stats dating back to shattuck st. mary like i was reading them off a paper. Despite that it was early morning and that it was absolutley freezing from rain last night, his proxemity warmed me too my toes, and every so often, his fingers would slip and brush my skin sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
Finally the cops, an ambulence and a tow truck showed up. The officer informed us that the man on the motorcycle had been pulled over for wreckless driving, and the tow truck hauled my sad crunched up honda away. It was insisted that I go to the hospital to make sure i did not have a concussion and to get stiches for the gash on my head. Joy. Sidney decided to come to the hospital with me, and followed behind the ambulance in his range rover. I am not sure how he hit me, the back of my car got smashed, and yet his barely looks like it has been scratched. regardless, it meant more time with him.
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Chapter 1- manic monday
Son.of.a.bitch
Why do i bother? I knew this morning was going to be bad when i woke up (late might i add). The shower refused to be anything but cold, my hair dryer blew out, and i was out of coffee so i had to wait in line and starbucks. The only thing going right today was my outfit: a navy blue chiffon sleeveless blouse and a heather grey pencil skirt though from the burning hot feeling radiating off my chest that might be ruined too, lovely. But honestly, this could have been worst, so i am thankful that it wasn't as bad as it coud have been.
Pulling me out of my reverie was a banging on the window of my now totaled car. I lifted my head up from the steering wheel, god my head hurt, i tried to collect myself.
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