Friday, January 28, 2011

Chapter 23. I think... He's PMSing

It's been too long, I know. I just had some trouble with motivation. I hope you like this chapter, though it is too short. I try to do another soon. Please comment. It helps with the motivation problem. Tell me your ideas...

Lennon and Yoko Ono had to abandon their plan, because our flight left early in the morning. When we got to his place, his phone had rung atleast ten times. His agent, his lawyer, his coach, and his teammates all seemed to have something to say. He gave an apologetic smile as he began to talk with his lawyer about some sponsor contract. I didn't mind. I got some time to text to my brothers and to Filippa, who had been very curious about my trip.

To my brothers I wrote: I'm fine. Stop worrying.

And to Filippa: Yes I'm back. :)

Nothing else. I knew that would make her go crazy. But it was my time to tease her. I guess our roles had changed. She texted me back demanding to know more, I answered her that she was too nosy. She texted that it was her duty as a friend and I answered that she was still nosy. I laughed quietly thinking about Filippa's annoyed face. Sidney looked at me with a cute smile on his face. I whispered that I was texting with Filippa and he gave me a nod and returned back to his conversation about signing some papers. He parked the car outside the garage and with his free hand he took my bigger luggage and I took the smaller one. The house looked exactly the same except next to the door there were Sidney's huge bags still unpacked after their last road trip.

"I was in a hurry so I didn't have time to unpack." he explained and kicked the back so it wouldn't be on our way.

I found it quite strange since Sidney Crosby that I had come to known was very tidy person. Everything was in order. Other thing that was weird too was the fact that his phone kept ringing and ringing. I knew he was a busy person but it started to be a bit ridiculous. And for some reason he tried to make sure that I couldn't hear his conversations well. When I saw stepped into the living room, I saw atleast 10 boxes all around the room.

"Are you moving?" I asked curiously.

"Um, no. They're just some sponsor stuff. For a photo shoot." He explained. For some reason he seemed a bit pissed off. Where I not allowed to the the boxes? They were lying in the middle of the freaking living room, so if they were something top secret shit, then why hadn't he atleast tried to hide them.

"Okay. Should we move them?" I asked.

"No!" he said and his risen voice got my eyebrows to rise too.

Wow, he was weird today. I wondered why. Had I said something wrong, or was this something usual? He was PMSing.

"I'll take my stuff upstairs," I said quietly. He just nodded and and after I had left I heard him calling someone. I felt sorry for the person who he was speaking to. He was pissed off.

I sighed as I finally got to Sidney's guest room. My bags were a challenge for me because of my injured leg. And for my great surprise Sidney didn't even offer to help me. Seriously, what was going on in that dude's mind. He was moody and weird. I shrugged and sat on the bed. I looked around the room and noticed that he had put some paintings on the wall. It made me smile, because I had told him that his walls were in serious need of some pictures and art. He had listened though he told me that he was too busy to even noticed the walls, so what was the point of buying something he wouldn't even notice. He had bought some lovely paintings and hung them here were he knew I would be sleeping. He knew that I would notice them.

I heard a silent knock on the door and as I turned my eyes towards it, I saw him there smiling at me.

"You like them?" He asked and nodded towards the paintings.

"Yeah. I love them." I couldn't help but smile. He was weird but so cute and lovely.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Chapter 22. I Think...I'm Approximately the 5th

One of the most annoying thing is that when you get really into some blog you read it really fast and then it takes ages (or atleast it feels like it) to writer to update and you to get new chapters to read. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. Two weeks. Duh! I hope this chapter makes it up to you guys. And I am super thankful for your comments. THANK YOU! And a new follower! Awesome! So here's the chapter. Enjoy!

He ordered Chinese food for us and we made jokes about his chopsticks skills, or should I say lack of skills. After that we just did what we do best, we relaxed on the couch and just talked about everything and nothing. It was like I had never even left.

"I think I'm never letting you go back to Finland. This is too nice" He sighed and tightened his arms around me.

"Oh no mister. I know what your doing. Don't you dare to change the subject." I laughed. I had just asked about his previous lady friends.

"What do you want to know?" He moaned.

"Well... how many?" I asked, not really sure whether I wanted to know or not.

"I don't know... depends what counts?" He said and teased me with a naughty grin.

"What counts? Feelings counts, even crush."

"Um. I guess approximately 4." I could see he was not very comfortable with this topic.

"Approximately?" I wasn't sure was it a good thing or a bad thing.

"Yeah. I'm not sure. Oh, don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" I asked confused.

"Like you're thinking I'm a "bad boy" for not even knowing the number of my lady friends. And, come on, who calls them lady friends?"

"Fippa." I giggled. He laughed too.

"Besides not all of them were really ladylike." He continued.

"Aha. Well that's nice. So anything goes." I teased him.

"Oh come on. I'm not proud of everything I've done." He pleaded me to stop but I was not willing to do that. I wanted to know more. I don't know why, I mean if I was to find out one of those four was miss USA, I would die because of the loud of the pressure that would come with that knowledge.

"What where they like?"

He gave me the look of "let's talk about something else".

"Please, I want to know."

"Argh... fine. Jenny, my first crush, I guess she's married now. And then there was Lydia, my first..." He quickly stopped before finishing his sentence and looked at me slightly embarrassed.

"Your first dididumdum." I said seriously.

"Wh-what? What did you just say?" He laughed.

"Dididumdum. When I was younger my parents didn't want me to watch movies or TV shows with too much dididumdum, if you know what I mean." I explained.

"Well she was my first dididumdum." He said matter of factly.

"And then there was..." I said so he would continue.

"Anne. Just after I moved to Pittsburgh, I think she hates me now." That surprised me especially since there seemed to be guilt in his voice.

"Why? What did you do?" I asked quietly.

"I think I'm her Daniel." He said and looked away from me. I've never seen him like that. He looked like he was really ashamed of himself.


"I didn't see her the way she saw me." He continued and turned his eyes back on me.

"And after Anne?"

"A blond chick. Don't know her name." My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open and I just stared at him. I didn't think he was like that. But then again, he was a guy. Rich, professional athlete and surrounded by hot women all the time. I guess I kind of knew that though I didn't like it.

"Like I said, I'm not proud of everything I've done." He said and gently pushed my chin to close my mouth.

"Do you still like me?" He asked. I wasn't sure was he serious or just joking.

"Yes, I do still like you."

"Good. Because I've grown as a person since them. And I would never do anything to hurt you. You have to know that." He was dead serious.

"I know that." The same overwhelming feeling that washed over me at the JFK, took over. He was so intense. It was like his life depended on me believing him. Tears rose in to my eyes. Not because I was sad, but because how emotional that moment was. I had never been really good with showing my feelings to other people and an old habit kicked in. I quickly wiped away the tears and shrugged.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Did what?"

"Hide away." He said.

"I don't know. Old habit, I guess."

"I don't like it when you hide from me." He sighed.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hide from you. But like this. It's like I'm hiding with you. Hiding from the world around us. I can't believe I'm actually saying that I love to be in a hotel suite when there's my favorite city surrounding us."

"You want to go outside?" He asked.

"No!" I shouted and he laughed at my reaction.

"I don't want to leave ever. Let's just stay here for the rest of our lives. You have enough money to pay for this room for the next 60-70 years, right?"

"We could be like Lennon and Yoko Ono, except we would take this even further. Never to leave our couch." He laughed.

"Sounds like a plan."