Our plane landed. I tried to stay mad at him but it was pretty hard since he made really cute puppy faces and told ridicilously funny jokes. And before I realized I had broken my ultimatum of not speaking.
"Not fair. You're too good at making me laugh." I sighed.
We got our luggage, well Sidney got our luggage while I tried to walk with the crutches. He piled them on a trolley. I just watched him and I almost had to pinch myself. Sidney Crosby was handling my luggage! Crazy! I still wasn't quite used to this. Cellphone "relationship" was much easier. I wasn't constantly reminded who he was. He was just a great guy who I loved to talk to. But like face-to-face it often felt surreal. He caught me staring and I felt bit embarresed.
"What?" He asked amused.
"Nothing." I lied.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked. I just nodded. We started to walk towards the arrival hall.
"Seriously?" He muttered. Then he quickly stopped.
"Seriously what?" I asked not sure what he was talking about.
Without an answer he stepped behind me and tightly put his arms around my waist. Before I could say or think anything he lifted me up and I found myself sitting on top of our luggage.
"Oh." was all I could say.
"You really are pathetic with the crutches." He laughed.
"I know. Why are we not moving?" I asked sarcasticly.
"Oh, sorry mademoiselle." He started pushing me and our luggage.
His car was parked outside the airport. And it was no Toyota Corolla. He opened the door for me and helped me get in. Meanwhile he was putting the luggage into the trunk I switched the CD-player on and some rock band started playing. Sidney sat on his seat and started the engine.
"What band is this?"
"I have no idea. I guess it's Max's CD. He said I have to listen to this. I guess he likes it."
We drove trough the city listeng this unknown rock band. We couldn't even check the name since the CD cover was nowhere to be found.
"How are you going to return it to Max if you can't even find the cover?"
"I guess I just have to buy a new one."
"How are you going to do that when you don't know the name of the band whose CD you'd like to buy."
"Oh Netsie, have some faith. I just play the first song and they'll find it for me at the store."
"Remind me never to borrow you any of my CDs." I said.
"Why?"
"They are like my babies. Not a single scratch on any of them." I answered proudly.
"Remind me never to borrow any of your CDs" he laughed.
I noticed how we were in the suburb and really nice houses were in perfect lines with their perfect gardens.
"Are we almost there?" I asked excitedly. I was about to se his home. I was curious. Was it a bachelor man cave or something that could only be accomplished by really expensive designer.
"Yep." He parked the car on a drive way. Though it was getting dark I could see that the house was in new paint. And it was pretty big just for one person.
"So you guys live together with the team." I joked and he chucled. The house was stunning from the outside.
"You like it?"
"I love it. It's beautiful." He looked pleased. I wondered wether it was because of the homecoming or because I liked his house. He opened the front door and he gently pushed me in. It was dark so I couldn't see anything.
"Sid?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you put the lights on?"
"I'm trying. Looks like they don't work. I guess the safety fuse has broken. I think there's a flashlight somewhere."
He took my hand and pulled me with him making sure not to hurt my knee.
"Do you have a new one? Or do we have to go and buy a new one?" I asked and squeezed his hand tightly. I must admit that I am afraid of the dark. Always been since a little kid.
"Yeah I have one. Are you okay?"
"Yep. Walking in the dark is not my thing especially with this knee."
"I have an idea. Let's get some canldes and you can sit on the living room coutch and I'll change the fuse." He suggested.
"You have candles?" I asked surprised.
"Yep."
"Wow. Guys don't usually have candles."
"I like candles. Besides my mom always buys them when she's here. So my stock is full." He said and though it was dark I could hear from his voice that he was smiling.
He took me to the livingroom and while I sat down he went to look for the flashlight and the candles. Soon he came back.
"Here. This box is full of candles. You can light them with these matches. I'll go and change the fuse."
I put the candles on the coffee table and lighted them. 20 different sized candles gave so much light that I was able to explore the living room. It was quite empty but the furniture looked expensive. It looked like he was too busy to decorate the room. Like he had just ordered the furniture without thinking small details like artwork, things that turn a house into a home. 1000 ideas ran into my mind. SIdney should get some pictures to hang on his walls.
Apparently Sidney fixed the light problem since all the lights came on. I clapped my hands when he came to the living room.
"Can you cook too?" I laughed.
"Not well."
"Damn. You would be perfect if you could."
Though the lights were now working we decided to switch them off since the candles were so beautiful and created great athmosphere.
"Are you tired?" he asked when he noticed how I tried to hide a yawn.
"A bit but I couldn't sleep if I went to bed now. It's too early."
We both sat on the sofa. We were facing each other because we were both leaning on the armrests. I streched my feet so they were next to him and he did the same thing.
"This is nice. I haven't been this relaxed for a long time." I sighed and closed my eyes.
I felt how he put his hand on my healthy knee and gently rubbed it. I kept my eyes closed so he couldn't see how that little gesture made me feel... I don't even know a word that feeling.
"Are you glad you came with me?" he asked.
I nodded still keeping my eyes closed.
