I absolutely cannot believe this story has reached 100 chapters! When I first started this story, I knew exactly some of the plot lines I wanted to follow and what I wanted the outcome to be. Needless to say, the story has veered from the original path but my intentions have not changed. I fear that the only way I'm going to get all the significant, life altering events that I had planned in, is to have the story start skipping ahead in time at some point; otherwise this story will never end! Hopefully I can accomplish this without straying from the integrity of the writing. As always, thank you to those of you who follow this story and especially those of you who comment; without you, this story would not exist!
Cheers!
~B~
After he had said goodbye to the last guest, Sidney went to go find Bekah. He wandered through the entire house before finally spotting her through the kitchen window.
She was startled by the same creaky board that she herself had stepped on only hours before. Sidney kicked off his flip flops and sat down beside her. He didn't speak; but simply took her hand in his and let their fingers intertwine naturally. They sat in silence with their feet dangling in the water for what seemed like forever. The only sound heard was the chirping of the crickets and the occasional splash when the fish were jumping.
"It's so peaceful here," Bekah said, finally being the one to break the silence. "I could stay out here forever."
"I'm glad to hear that," Sidney replied.
" Whoever owns this place is one lucky SOB."
"Yes, he certainly is," Sidney replied.
"Does it belong to a friend of yours? It must if they let you have your birthday party here."
"Yeah, he's a pretty amazing guy."
"I'd love to meet him while I'm here."
"I think I can arrange that. Hi, I'm Sidney," he said extending his hand to shake mine.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked.
"No. I'm the one who owns this house."
"What? When? How? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I bought it about a month ago. You said that one of the things holding you back from coming up here was having to stay at my parents house, so the first thing I did when I got here was start looking for a house. Now I know it needs a lot of work, but I wanted to make sure I had it by the time my birthday rolled around because I was really hoping that you'd have a change of heart and come up and help me celebrate. I didn't tell you in case you did decide to come up because I wanted it to be a surprise. So...are you surprised?"
"I'm shocked! I can't believe you bought a house."
"I didn't want you to have any excuse not to come up here. Cole Harbour is my home. I'm going to be spending my summers here and I want you here with me. I want a place that's just ours; where we can come and relax and just be Sid and Bekah."
"Sidney, I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll stay here with me tonight and help me celebrate my first night in my first house."
"First night? You haven't stayed here yet?"
"No. I didn't want to sleep here until you were here to share it with me."
"And what if I hadn't come up here?"
"Then I would have waited until you did. Like I said, there's a lot of work that needs to be done, so it's not like I was planning on moving right in, but for now it's livable, so we can at least sleep here. What do you say?"
"I say...I can't believe you bought a pink house!"
"It's not pink; it's coral!"
"Whatever Crosby! You bought a pink house," I teased as I got up and started running towards the pink building.
"Oh, you don't seriously think you can out-run me do you?" he said jumping up and chasing after me.
"Why not? I can out-skate you!"
"I cannot believe you just brought that up! Your ass is mine now Jones!"
"You gotta catch me first!" I yelled behind me.
I was just about to reach the small patio when I felt his strong arms around my waist pulling me to the ground. We rolled twice before coming to a stop with him on top of me.
"Caught ya!" he said breathlessly.
"You did...now what are you going to do with me?"
That crooked little grin that I love so much spread across his lips and he simply said, "this."
His plump, pillowy lips were ravaging mine and all the pent up tension that had built up inside our bodies from being apart for three months was bubbling to the surface. We drank each other in like we had spent those three months in a desert deprived of water. Hands were everywhere, desperately reaching for the contact they craved. I was almost to the point where I couldn't take anymore when Sid abruptly stopped and sat up.
'Not again!' I thought.
"Can you give me like...two minutes?" he asked.
All I could do was nod.
Sid disappeared into the house and there I sat, on the cool, damp grass wondering what the hell just happened.
Before I had time to form any sort of coherent thought, Sidney returned with a single yellow rose in hand.
"This is for you," he said sweetly, offering me the delicate flower.
"Thank you," I replied taking the rose from his hand and immediately inhaling the sweet scent it offered.
"Beks," he started, after taking my hand in his. "This is not at all how I pictured my birthday turning out. Never in a million years did I think that this night would start out with my girlfriend slapping another girl."
"Please, let's not relive that. That bitch has taken up too much of our time already," I interrupted.
"All I'm trying to say is, that despite getting off to a rough start, this birthday has been more than I ever hoped it would be. You being here is the best birthday present I could have ever wished for and I am so, so happy you're here with me."
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," I said before leaning in and kissing the tip of his nose.
"Bekah, I love you so much. I want to share everything with you. I want you by my side as I experience things for the first time, like this house. I mean, it's only fitting that I spend the first night in my first house with my first love right?"
I looked lovingly into his eyes and kissed him like I had never kissed him before. In one swift movement I was in his arms and we were headed towards the house. Like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold for the first time, we entered this place that was soon to hold so many 'first' memories for us. We made our way down a long hallway, and when we came to the last door he whispered, "close your eyes."
I did as instructed.
"Don't open them until I tell you to."
I simply nodded.
We made our way through a doorway and when he said "okay, open your eyes," I could hardly believe what they were seeing. My breath caught in my throat, and as Sidney gently lowered me to the ground, I held onto his arm for support.
What I was seeing was like something I'd only seen in a magazine or in movies. An enormous bed covered in white linens was in the centre of the room in front of a wall of windows that looked out over the lake. The moon was reflecting off the water making a beautiful backdrop. On the opposite wall was a fireplace, whose flames helped cast a warm glow throughout the entire room. There were candles on every flat surface in the room which filled the air with the sweet smell of strawberries and helped add to the ambiance.
"Oh Sidney, this is absolutely beautiful."
He turned me so I was facing him and rested his forehead against mine.
"No, you're beautiful Bekah," he whispered. "I still can't believe how lucky I am."
"What makes you think that you're the lucky one?"
"Because you chose me. After so much heartache, you chose me to be the first man in your life. You chose me to be the first man to be allowed in your kid's lives. You chose me to be the one you opened your heart up to and allowed yourself to fall in love with. I am so grateful that you chose me for all these firsts in your life and so grateful that you're the one who is here for so many firsts in my life."
Sidney placed a hand on each of my cheeks and held my face in his hands like it was as delicate as the rose he had given me only moments before.
"You are the only one I want to share all my firsts with and tonight is definitely a night of firsts. When I said you being here was the best birthday present I could have wished for, I lied. There is one more thing I could wish for that would make this birthday perfect and you are the only one who can make that wish come true."
"You know I'd do anything to make you happy," I smiled.
"My final birthday wish is that tonight be the first night, I get to sleep in my first house, and make love for the first time to the first woman I've ever loved. Do you think you can make my birthday wish come true Bekah?" he asked softly.
A single tear rolled down my cheek.
"Yes."
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Chapter 99
Two sets of eyes were looking back at me like deer caught in the headlights. I couldn't tell if Sidney pushed the bimbo's hands away or if she pulled them away first, but it didn't really matter.
"Bekah, please...it's not what you think..."
I put my hand up to stop him from speaking.
Brittany ran over to Max and immediately tried to start damage control. "Max baby, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him, he just grabbed me and kissed me,"
"That's a fucking lie!" Sidney yelled. His outburst brought in an audience from outside, including Troy and Trina.
"What's going on in here?" Trina asked.
Everyone's eyes searched one another's waiting for someone to speak first. I would be the one to do that honour.
"Something I've been waiting for for a long time," I replied in a cool, deep tone. I walked over to the bimbo who had latched herself on to Max's arm, and stood in front of her, looking into her soulless eyes.
Before I knew what was happening, my arm felt like it was it's own entity and my hand made contact with the bimbo's cheek.
SMACK!!
The crowd that had gathered gasped in unison, and for the first time since stumbling upon the disturbing scene, Max moved. He grabbed and held my hand as if he was trying to stop me from slapping her again.
"You bitch!" Brittany wailed.
"Ladies!" Troy interjected. "Someone needs to explain what the hell is going on here? Sidney?"
"Dad, I..."
"No Sidney, let me," I said in the calmest voice I could manage. I turned so I was once again looking at the bitch who had her lips on my man.
"I've been waiting for this since the first day I met you. You think you had everyone fooled, but guess what? You're the fool. I've known from day one that the one you were really interested was Sidney. I also knew that you were using Max to get to him. Just for future reference, when you are plotting your little schemes, you might not want to spill your plans in a public restroom. Let me tell you something sweetheart; you are the most classless piece of trash I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. To come into Sidney's home and disrespect him, his family, his friends, and his relationship is pretty sleazy, but not as sleazy as trying to blame it on him. You've been trying to get your claws into my man from day one and you have failed miserably. Sidney would not sink low enough to give your skanky, low-life ass the time of day. The saddest part of all this is Max wasted so much time on you. You don't even realize what you had right in front of you! Max worshiped you! He would have done anything for you and you just threw it all away! Well let me tell you something sister; you're not even good enough to breathe the same air he does. Now you have exactly thirty seconds to get out of this house before we call the police and have you escorted out."
With cheers from the crowd, she turned and headed towards the door. When she stopped and turned back to face us, silence fell over the crowd again.
"Max, are you coming?"
My blood started to boil and it took everything in me not to go over and beat her skanky ass, but right now, my main concern was my best friend. He let go of my hand and headed towards the bimbo. I wanted to scream at him not to go, but the familiar feel of Sidney's hands on my shoulders stopped me from opening my mouth. All I could do was watch.
When Max started moving towards her, a smug smile spread across her lips. It took everything in me not to hit her.
"I would not go anywhere with you if we were the last two people on earth. You disgust me. Get the hell out of this house," Max said quietly and forcefully.
"How the hell am I supposed to get home? You can't just kick me out with nowhere to go."
"I suggest you go to the airport and get your sorry self out of this town," Trina's voice came from behind us. "Here," Trina added walking towards my nemesis. "Take a cab on me," she said while tossing a twenty towards the blond bitch. She snatched the bill from off the floor where it had landed and before you could say skanky bitch, she was gone.
Cheers rang out once again and Trina and Troy quickly ushered everyone outside leaving Sid, Max and I alone.
"Max, I'm so sorry man," Sid said apologetically.
Max just nodded his acknowledgement.
I took my friend's hand in mine and rested my head on his shoulder. "Max, I'm so sorry this happened. I was really hoping..."
"I need to be alone," was all he said before heading out the back door and down towards the lake.
My heart was breaking for him. He did not deserve to have this happen to him. I looked at Sid and he looked back at me.
"He'll be okay," Sid said trying to sound reassuring.
"I'm not so sure."
"What now?" he asked timidly.
"How 'bout we try this again," I said moving closer to him; so close you could not slide a sheet of paper between us.
"Happy birthday Sidney."
"It is now," he said in that husky voice that drove me wild. All I wanted was for him to kiss me. It had been almost three months and my body ached to have his lips touch mine once again; but there was one thing left to do first.
"You need to disinfect those lips before you even think about touching me with them Crosby."
That smile I loved spread across his gorgeous face and all he could say was, "God, I missed you Beks."
The party was in full swing and everyone had forgotten about the scene from earlier. My heart was so filled with joy as I watched Sidney interact with his family and friends. I had never seen him so at ease and comfortable. It was wonderful to see him let down his guard and just be himself. I didn't think I could love him anymore, but watching him so lovingly take care of his grandmother's needs, and being Taylor's over-protective big brother endeared him to me even more. A deep voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"What you did today showed alot of class Miss Jones."
I smiled at Troy. "I thought we were past the formalities; and thank you. Trust me, what I wanted to do would not have shown any class whatsoever."
Troy chuckled.
"I don't think you you be anything but 100% class my dear; you don't have it in you."
"Oh no? I'll have you know that I could have so whipped her ass!"
"To protect someone you love? I have no doubt. But seriously Bekah, Sidney is lucky to have you. I don't know that anyone else would have handled that situation more like a lady. It says alot about your character and your ability to handle what is inevitably going to come your way as Sidney's girlfriend. It's something I've worried about for a long time and I'm just glad I don't have to worry about it anymore. I know you'll take good care of him."
"Thank you Troy. I don't really know what to say except I love your son and he's worth it."
"Well as much as you love my son, I know there's another young man with a broken heart who could use some TLC," he said before heading into the house.
I made my way down the rickety old dock towards my best friend who was sitting motionless until the board I stepped on creaked signaling that someone was there. He looked at me and then looked back out over the water. I kicked my flip flops off and sat down beside him. When I got no response I linked my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. He in turn, rested his head on mine. Finally, some sign of my beloved best friend!
We sat that way in silence for a good half an hour. I was afraid to speak. To tell the truth, I didn't really know what was left to say. A few minutes later the strong shoulder that I had become so accustomed to leaning on started to shake. Max was crying.
"You were right bijou," he said between sobs. "You were right. Why didn't I listen to you?"
"Shhhh. It doesn't matter Maxie. All that matters is it's over now."
"I almost threw away our friendship over a stupid girl. Well I can promise you one thing Beks. Never again. I will never put myself in that situation again."
"You'll never take a girls word over mine?" I asked confused.
"No. I will never allow myself to fall in love again."
"Bekah, please...it's not what you think..."
I put my hand up to stop him from speaking.
Brittany ran over to Max and immediately tried to start damage control. "Max baby, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him, he just grabbed me and kissed me,"
"That's a fucking lie!" Sidney yelled. His outburst brought in an audience from outside, including Troy and Trina.
"What's going on in here?" Trina asked.
Everyone's eyes searched one another's waiting for someone to speak first. I would be the one to do that honour.
"Something I've been waiting for for a long time," I replied in a cool, deep tone. I walked over to the bimbo who had latched herself on to Max's arm, and stood in front of her, looking into her soulless eyes.
Before I knew what was happening, my arm felt like it was it's own entity and my hand made contact with the bimbo's cheek.
SMACK!!
The crowd that had gathered gasped in unison, and for the first time since stumbling upon the disturbing scene, Max moved. He grabbed and held my hand as if he was trying to stop me from slapping her again.
"You bitch!" Brittany wailed.
"Ladies!" Troy interjected. "Someone needs to explain what the hell is going on here? Sidney?"
"Dad, I..."
"No Sidney, let me," I said in the calmest voice I could manage. I turned so I was once again looking at the bitch who had her lips on my man.
"I've been waiting for this since the first day I met you. You think you had everyone fooled, but guess what? You're the fool. I've known from day one that the one you were really interested was Sidney. I also knew that you were using Max to get to him. Just for future reference, when you are plotting your little schemes, you might not want to spill your plans in a public restroom. Let me tell you something sweetheart; you are the most classless piece of trash I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. To come into Sidney's home and disrespect him, his family, his friends, and his relationship is pretty sleazy, but not as sleazy as trying to blame it on him. You've been trying to get your claws into my man from day one and you have failed miserably. Sidney would not sink low enough to give your skanky, low-life ass the time of day. The saddest part of all this is Max wasted so much time on you. You don't even realize what you had right in front of you! Max worshiped you! He would have done anything for you and you just threw it all away! Well let me tell you something sister; you're not even good enough to breathe the same air he does. Now you have exactly thirty seconds to get out of this house before we call the police and have you escorted out."
With cheers from the crowd, she turned and headed towards the door. When she stopped and turned back to face us, silence fell over the crowd again.
"Max, are you coming?"
My blood started to boil and it took everything in me not to go over and beat her skanky ass, but right now, my main concern was my best friend. He let go of my hand and headed towards the bimbo. I wanted to scream at him not to go, but the familiar feel of Sidney's hands on my shoulders stopped me from opening my mouth. All I could do was watch.
When Max started moving towards her, a smug smile spread across her lips. It took everything in me not to hit her.
"I would not go anywhere with you if we were the last two people on earth. You disgust me. Get the hell out of this house," Max said quietly and forcefully.
"How the hell am I supposed to get home? You can't just kick me out with nowhere to go."
"I suggest you go to the airport and get your sorry self out of this town," Trina's voice came from behind us. "Here," Trina added walking towards my nemesis. "Take a cab on me," she said while tossing a twenty towards the blond bitch. She snatched the bill from off the floor where it had landed and before you could say skanky bitch, she was gone.
Cheers rang out once again and Trina and Troy quickly ushered everyone outside leaving Sid, Max and I alone.
"Max, I'm so sorry man," Sid said apologetically.
Max just nodded his acknowledgement.
I took my friend's hand in mine and rested my head on his shoulder. "Max, I'm so sorry this happened. I was really hoping..."
"I need to be alone," was all he said before heading out the back door and down towards the lake.
My heart was breaking for him. He did not deserve to have this happen to him. I looked at Sid and he looked back at me.
"He'll be okay," Sid said trying to sound reassuring.
"I'm not so sure."
"What now?" he asked timidly.
"How 'bout we try this again," I said moving closer to him; so close you could not slide a sheet of paper between us.
"Happy birthday Sidney."
"It is now," he said in that husky voice that drove me wild. All I wanted was for him to kiss me. It had been almost three months and my body ached to have his lips touch mine once again; but there was one thing left to do first.
"You need to disinfect those lips before you even think about touching me with them Crosby."
That smile I loved spread across his gorgeous face and all he could say was, "God, I missed you Beks."
The party was in full swing and everyone had forgotten about the scene from earlier. My heart was so filled with joy as I watched Sidney interact with his family and friends. I had never seen him so at ease and comfortable. It was wonderful to see him let down his guard and just be himself. I didn't think I could love him anymore, but watching him so lovingly take care of his grandmother's needs, and being Taylor's over-protective big brother endeared him to me even more. A deep voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"What you did today showed alot of class Miss Jones."
I smiled at Troy. "I thought we were past the formalities; and thank you. Trust me, what I wanted to do would not have shown any class whatsoever."
Troy chuckled.
"I don't think you you be anything but 100% class my dear; you don't have it in you."
"Oh no? I'll have you know that I could have so whipped her ass!"
"To protect someone you love? I have no doubt. But seriously Bekah, Sidney is lucky to have you. I don't know that anyone else would have handled that situation more like a lady. It says alot about your character and your ability to handle what is inevitably going to come your way as Sidney's girlfriend. It's something I've worried about for a long time and I'm just glad I don't have to worry about it anymore. I know you'll take good care of him."
"Thank you Troy. I don't really know what to say except I love your son and he's worth it."
"Well as much as you love my son, I know there's another young man with a broken heart who could use some TLC," he said before heading into the house.
I made my way down the rickety old dock towards my best friend who was sitting motionless until the board I stepped on creaked signaling that someone was there. He looked at me and then looked back out over the water. I kicked my flip flops off and sat down beside him. When I got no response I linked my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. He in turn, rested his head on mine. Finally, some sign of my beloved best friend!
We sat that way in silence for a good half an hour. I was afraid to speak. To tell the truth, I didn't really know what was left to say. A few minutes later the strong shoulder that I had become so accustomed to leaning on started to shake. Max was crying.
"You were right bijou," he said between sobs. "You were right. Why didn't I listen to you?"
"Shhhh. It doesn't matter Maxie. All that matters is it's over now."
"I almost threw away our friendship over a stupid girl. Well I can promise you one thing Beks. Never again. I will never put myself in that situation again."
"You'll never take a girls word over mine?" I asked confused.
"No. I will never allow myself to fall in love again."
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Chapter 98
"Mon petit bijou!" Max yelled through the crowded airport. "I can't believe you're finally here!"
He wrapped me in a great big hug and then did the same with both boys.
"C'mon, let's go get your bags cause I need to get you home before my mom explodes!"
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"She is sooooooo excited to meet you she can hardly contain herself!"
"What exactly did you tell her about me?"
"Nothin' really; just that you are the most beautiful, amazing woman in the whole world and that you're my best friend."
"She does know that we're just friends right?" I asked grabbing one of our bags of the luggage carousel.
"Yes. I've told her all about Brittany too, so don't worry."
I was really hoping that was one name I wouldn't have to hear on this trip.
We pulled up to a cute little white house and before we were even out of the car, Max's mom came running out of the house and wrapped me in the tightest hug I think I ever experienced.
"It's so great to finally meet you Bekah. Oooh let me get a look at you," she said pulling away and giving me the once over. "My son hardly did you justice in his description; you are gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!"
"Thank you Mrs. Talbot, it's great to finally meet you too."
"Oh, please don't call me Mrs. Talbot, that's my mother-in-law; just call me mom. And these two handsome young men must be Alex and Jake."
"Hello Mrs. Talbot," the said in unison causing Max and his mother to laugh.
"Please call me Lucie boys. Would you like to see where you'll be sleeping for the next few days?"
"Yeah!"
"Maxime, take them up to your old room and get them settled while I take Bekah to her room."
"Sure Ma. Let's go boys!"
Alex and Jake followed Max and I followed Lucie. When we got to the room that I would be staying in she didn't waste any time pumping me for information.
"So, tell me about this Brittany that Maxime is supposedly dating."
"Supposedly?"
"I don't believe anything until I see it with my own eyes, especially when it comes to Maxime and girls. So what's she like?"
"I'm probably not the best person to answer that Mrs. Tal...uh mom? That's a little weird don't ya think? Is it all right if I call you Lucie?"
"Yes dear, whatever is comfortable for you. Tell me about this girl who has captured the uncapturable heart of my son."
"I'd really rather not. If you haven't met her yet, I don't want anything I say to alter you opinion when you do."
"I knew it! You don't like her do you? Why? Is she one of those, puck bunnies? Max says she didn't even know he played hockey, but I don't believe him, so come on; spill it."
"Lucie please, I don't want to be on the wrong side of this again. Max and I didn't speak for a long time because of her and I am not going to let that happen again."
"Max told me about your fight. Don't worry, anything you say will stay between us. Promise."
I don't know why but I felt like I could trust Lucie. We went downstairs and began to make dinner. Max, the boys, and Sarge, Max's dad, were outside throwing a football around. Lucie and I watched through the window.
"She's horrible Lucie. She is conniving and backstabbing and completely full of crap! She knew exactly who Max was and pretended she didn't. He flirted with her and she saw him as a way to get to what she really wants."
"And what's that?"
"Sidney. She doesn't even like Max Lucie, she's using him to try and get to Sid and what's worse, is she knows that Sid and I are together and she doesn't care."
"Do Max and Sidney know."
"I told them when I first found out and that's why Max didn't speak to me for weeks. He accused me of not wanting him to be happy; ugh, it was a disaster. Sid didn't believe me at first, but he does now. I figured keep your friends close and your enemies closer right? So, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Max so I could keep my eye on her."
"And how's that going?"
"Well, it was okay. We all have dinner together occasionally. So far she hasn't really tried anything, but I'm very cautious. I'm hoping the summer will cool her off and she'll find someone else to obsess over."
Lucie was shaking her head. "For all Max's womanizing, he always has been clueless when it comes to girls. Thank god he has you to look out for him."
"The hardest part is he really likes her and if what I think is going to happen, happens, he'll be devastated."
"You'll be there for him dear. He'll survive; he's a Talbot."
My four days in Montreal with Max and his family were amazing. His brothers and him kept me very entertained. To be honest, I don't know how there wasn't a trip to the hospital every time they were together!
Lucie and I bonded as well. I loved her; she was the most amazing woman and reminded me very much of my grandmother. She certainly made me miss her more than I already did.
As great as this time was, I just wanted to see Sidney. I missed him so much it physically hurt, which I knew wasn't really possible, but it did. I was so close to seeing him now I could taste it. Max gave me the low down on his plan just before we were about to land in Halifax.
"So, you and the boys are going to stay at the Crosby's until part way through the party. I thought it would be a better surprise if you showed up when he was least expecting it."
"Um won't Sidney see us if were at his house?"
"He's not going to be there. He's going to be where the party is."
"And where's that?" I asked.
"I can't tell you that, but I can tell you it's not his parent's house."
"Max, I'm not really comfortable being at the Crosby's house alone. I don't know them that well and even though Troy and I called a trues, I don't want to push my luck."
"It'll be fine bijou, it's only for a few hours. Just trust me okay? I swear I've taken care of everything."
"Fine, but I swear Talbot, if anything goes wrong you're not gonna know what hit you."
We were just picking up the last bag when I heard a voice that sent shivers through my entire body.
"Maxie!"
"Please tell me that's not who I think it is?"
I turned around just in time to see blond hair and big boobs bouncing towards us.
"Maxie, I missed you," she said jumping in to Max's arms and putting on a totally inappropriate, not to mention fake display of public affection I'd ever seen. When they finally broke apart, half the airport was staring at us and I felt sick to my stomach.
"Oh, hi Bekah," she said plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Brittany, I had no idea you'd be here."
"Oh well Maxie wanted to tell you but I thought it would be better if it were a surprise."
"Well, I'm surprised all right."
"And who are these two good looking boys?" she asked in a sickening little girl voice that made me want to punch her.
"Relax Brittany, they're a little too young for you."
"That's funny Bekah. I didn't know you had a sense of humour."
"You don't know alot of things about me that might surprise you," I retorted.
'LIKE I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR LITTLE PLAN AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAY A FINGER ON MY BOYFRIEND, I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM!'
"Ladies, shall we go get the car before there's any bloodshed," Max said sarcastically.
The entire ride to the Crosby's was spent listening to the bimbo talk about her friends and her summer and her cute bathing suits and going to the beach and her tan and blah, blah, blah. Every once in a while I'd look over at the boys and Alex would roll his eyes and stick his finger down his throat like he was pretending to puke. I loved that kid!
When we arrived at the Crosby's, we were greeted by Trina and Taylor which delighted the boys.
"Welcome dear," Trina said giving me a warm hug.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Cros..."
"Ah ah ah..."
"Sorry...Trina. Thank you so much for letting us stay here, I know it must be a huge inconvenience."
"Nonsense, it's no bother really, and Taylor is thrilled to have other kids in the house."
"Alex and Jake are excited too."
"Well, let's get in in house and get you settled. Max, you get those bags and bring them in won't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. C.," Max said obediently after placing a kiss on her cheek.
"And this must be...?" Trina hinted.
"Oh, I'm Brittany. I'm Max's girlfriend. It's so great to meet you Trina, your son is an amazing hockey player."
"Call me Mrs. Crosby, and thank you," Trina said coolly making Brittany disappear back to the car with Max.
"Flavour of the week?" Trina asked me.
"You have no idea," I said shaking my head.
"I take it you're not a fan?"
"That is a HUGE understatement."
Trina chuckled and put her arm around me as we walked into the house.
"Is Troy here?" I asked.
"No, he's with Sid helping him get ready for the party."
"So where is this shindig going to be, I assumed it was going to be here."
Max and Trina exchanged glances and she said "No, Sid wanted his party to be by the lake this year."
"Nice. Trina do you mind if I take a shower, I feel disgusting after the flight?"
"No problem, I'll show you where it is."
When I returned to the kitchen the conversation abruptly stopped and changed subjects.
"Well, you two better go get ready because Sidney is expecting us around five."
Max and Brittany went to freshen up and change and left me and Trina to our own devices.
We talked about anything and everything; the boys; the hospital; Troy and Taylor; Brittany; everything.. She had about the same opinion of Brittany as I did, even though it was for a different reason. I couldn't imagine what she'd think if I told her she had her eye on her son!
"I don't like her. She's fake. I hate fake people," she said.
"I know, I feel the same way, but she's Max's girlfriend so I bite my tongue."
"Just be careful not to bite it off," Trina replied causing us both to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Brittany asked as she walked back into the kitchen.
My eyes nearly bulged right out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. A barely there tank top type shirt, if you could call it that and a skirt I was sure wasn't even covering her ass.
"Oh my dear, do you have anything on under that?" Trina asked.
"My bathing suit. You did say the party was at the lake right?"
"Yes. Make sure you take warmer clothes with you, It gets very cold by the water at night," Trina told her.
"Oh, okay. I'll go get some."
Trina and I burst out laughing and Max came through the door and asked the same question his girlfriend did.
"Nothing," I said breathlessly.
"Just girl stuff," was Trina's reply.
Brittany came back and her, Max, Trina and Taylor got ready to go to the party.
"Okay, so about 7:00, I'm going to tell Sid we need more ice and I'm going to come and pick you guys up, are you okay with that?"
"Sure, you're the man with the plan Max."
"There's lots of food in the fridge, but there's lots at the party too."
"Okay, we'll be fine. Have fun!"
The party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. Sid was enjoying himself but he would have been happier if he was celebrating with Bekah. True to his word Max, told Sid they were out of ice and he was going to go get some.
"No, stay man, I can go get some," Sidney said.
"No way! You're the host, you can't go anywhere. Stay, have a good time. I'll be back before you know it."
"Thanks Talbo, I appreciate it.
"Brit you coming?" Max asked.
"I think I'll stay here. I'm having a good time and I'll help Mrs. Crosby with the food if she needs it."
"Okay babe, I'll be back soon."
The car ride to the party was excruciating. It had been almost two months since I'd seen Sidney and I just wanted to have his lips on mine.
"Are we close yet?" I asked Max impatiently.
"Are you having a seizure?" he asked looking down at my shaking leg.
"Max, I miss him. I just want to get to him."
"Well good cause we're here."
Trina came out the front door of the large house with Taylor right behind her. Taylor had strict instructions to take the boys for a walk through the little woods that were at the side of the property before coming back into the house.
"Everyone is out back," she told us. "Sidney is in the kitchen, so I'll go around back and you guys go in and deliver the surprise. I can't wait to see his face!" Trina said like a giddy school girl.
I walked in with Max behind me pointing me towards the kitchen. As we got closer he stepped in front of me so he could shield me, keeping my presence a surprise. When he stopped abruptly, I walked right into the back of him. He didn't budge.
"Max?" I whispered, "what's wrong?"
When he didn't respond, I took it upon myself to step out from behind him and regretted it as soon as I did.
I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't blink. The sight my eyes were seeing would forever be etched into my brain.
Her hands were tangled up in his hair. His hands were around her wrists. Her lips were touching his.
HER LIPS WERE TOUCHING HIS!
I came to my senses and realized that Max hadn't moved or spoke. I pushed my way by him and through the doorway. I cleared my throat and said...
"Happy birthday Sidney."
He wrapped me in a great big hug and then did the same with both boys.
"C'mon, let's go get your bags cause I need to get you home before my mom explodes!"
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"She is sooooooo excited to meet you she can hardly contain herself!"
"What exactly did you tell her about me?"
"Nothin' really; just that you are the most beautiful, amazing woman in the whole world and that you're my best friend."
"She does know that we're just friends right?" I asked grabbing one of our bags of the luggage carousel.
"Yes. I've told her all about Brittany too, so don't worry."
I was really hoping that was one name I wouldn't have to hear on this trip.
We pulled up to a cute little white house and before we were even out of the car, Max's mom came running out of the house and wrapped me in the tightest hug I think I ever experienced.
"It's so great to finally meet you Bekah. Oooh let me get a look at you," she said pulling away and giving me the once over. "My son hardly did you justice in his description; you are gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!"
"Thank you Mrs. Talbot, it's great to finally meet you too."
"Oh, please don't call me Mrs. Talbot, that's my mother-in-law; just call me mom. And these two handsome young men must be Alex and Jake."
"Hello Mrs. Talbot," the said in unison causing Max and his mother to laugh.
"Please call me Lucie boys. Would you like to see where you'll be sleeping for the next few days?"
"Yeah!"
"Maxime, take them up to your old room and get them settled while I take Bekah to her room."
"Sure Ma. Let's go boys!"
Alex and Jake followed Max and I followed Lucie. When we got to the room that I would be staying in she didn't waste any time pumping me for information.
"So, tell me about this Brittany that Maxime is supposedly dating."
"Supposedly?"
"I don't believe anything until I see it with my own eyes, especially when it comes to Maxime and girls. So what's she like?"
"I'm probably not the best person to answer that Mrs. Tal...uh mom? That's a little weird don't ya think? Is it all right if I call you Lucie?"
"Yes dear, whatever is comfortable for you. Tell me about this girl who has captured the uncapturable heart of my son."
"I'd really rather not. If you haven't met her yet, I don't want anything I say to alter you opinion when you do."
"I knew it! You don't like her do you? Why? Is she one of those, puck bunnies? Max says she didn't even know he played hockey, but I don't believe him, so come on; spill it."
"Lucie please, I don't want to be on the wrong side of this again. Max and I didn't speak for a long time because of her and I am not going to let that happen again."
"Max told me about your fight. Don't worry, anything you say will stay between us. Promise."
I don't know why but I felt like I could trust Lucie. We went downstairs and began to make dinner. Max, the boys, and Sarge, Max's dad, were outside throwing a football around. Lucie and I watched through the window.
"She's horrible Lucie. She is conniving and backstabbing and completely full of crap! She knew exactly who Max was and pretended she didn't. He flirted with her and she saw him as a way to get to what she really wants."
"And what's that?"
"Sidney. She doesn't even like Max Lucie, she's using him to try and get to Sid and what's worse, is she knows that Sid and I are together and she doesn't care."
"Do Max and Sidney know."
"I told them when I first found out and that's why Max didn't speak to me for weeks. He accused me of not wanting him to be happy; ugh, it was a disaster. Sid didn't believe me at first, but he does now. I figured keep your friends close and your enemies closer right? So, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Max so I could keep my eye on her."
"And how's that going?"
"Well, it was okay. We all have dinner together occasionally. So far she hasn't really tried anything, but I'm very cautious. I'm hoping the summer will cool her off and she'll find someone else to obsess over."
Lucie was shaking her head. "For all Max's womanizing, he always has been clueless when it comes to girls. Thank god he has you to look out for him."
"The hardest part is he really likes her and if what I think is going to happen, happens, he'll be devastated."
"You'll be there for him dear. He'll survive; he's a Talbot."
My four days in Montreal with Max and his family were amazing. His brothers and him kept me very entertained. To be honest, I don't know how there wasn't a trip to the hospital every time they were together!
Lucie and I bonded as well. I loved her; she was the most amazing woman and reminded me very much of my grandmother. She certainly made me miss her more than I already did.
As great as this time was, I just wanted to see Sidney. I missed him so much it physically hurt, which I knew wasn't really possible, but it did. I was so close to seeing him now I could taste it. Max gave me the low down on his plan just before we were about to land in Halifax.
"So, you and the boys are going to stay at the Crosby's until part way through the party. I thought it would be a better surprise if you showed up when he was least expecting it."
"Um won't Sidney see us if were at his house?"
"He's not going to be there. He's going to be where the party is."
"And where's that?" I asked.
"I can't tell you that, but I can tell you it's not his parent's house."
"Max, I'm not really comfortable being at the Crosby's house alone. I don't know them that well and even though Troy and I called a trues, I don't want to push my luck."
"It'll be fine bijou, it's only for a few hours. Just trust me okay? I swear I've taken care of everything."
"Fine, but I swear Talbot, if anything goes wrong you're not gonna know what hit you."
We were just picking up the last bag when I heard a voice that sent shivers through my entire body.
"Maxie!"
"Please tell me that's not who I think it is?"
I turned around just in time to see blond hair and big boobs bouncing towards us.
"Maxie, I missed you," she said jumping in to Max's arms and putting on a totally inappropriate, not to mention fake display of public affection I'd ever seen. When they finally broke apart, half the airport was staring at us and I felt sick to my stomach.
"Oh, hi Bekah," she said plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Brittany, I had no idea you'd be here."
"Oh well Maxie wanted to tell you but I thought it would be better if it were a surprise."
"Well, I'm surprised all right."
"And who are these two good looking boys?" she asked in a sickening little girl voice that made me want to punch her.
"Relax Brittany, they're a little too young for you."
"That's funny Bekah. I didn't know you had a sense of humour."
"You don't know alot of things about me that might surprise you," I retorted.
'LIKE I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR LITTLE PLAN AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAY A FINGER ON MY BOYFRIEND, I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM!'
"Ladies, shall we go get the car before there's any bloodshed," Max said sarcastically.
The entire ride to the Crosby's was spent listening to the bimbo talk about her friends and her summer and her cute bathing suits and going to the beach and her tan and blah, blah, blah. Every once in a while I'd look over at the boys and Alex would roll his eyes and stick his finger down his throat like he was pretending to puke. I loved that kid!
When we arrived at the Crosby's, we were greeted by Trina and Taylor which delighted the boys.
"Welcome dear," Trina said giving me a warm hug.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Cros..."
"Ah ah ah..."
"Sorry...Trina. Thank you so much for letting us stay here, I know it must be a huge inconvenience."
"Nonsense, it's no bother really, and Taylor is thrilled to have other kids in the house."
"Alex and Jake are excited too."
"Well, let's get in in house and get you settled. Max, you get those bags and bring them in won't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. C.," Max said obediently after placing a kiss on her cheek.
"And this must be...?" Trina hinted.
"Oh, I'm Brittany. I'm Max's girlfriend. It's so great to meet you Trina, your son is an amazing hockey player."
"Call me Mrs. Crosby, and thank you," Trina said coolly making Brittany disappear back to the car with Max.
"Flavour of the week?" Trina asked me.
"You have no idea," I said shaking my head.
"I take it you're not a fan?"
"That is a HUGE understatement."
Trina chuckled and put her arm around me as we walked into the house.
"Is Troy here?" I asked.
"No, he's with Sid helping him get ready for the party."
"So where is this shindig going to be, I assumed it was going to be here."
Max and Trina exchanged glances and she said "No, Sid wanted his party to be by the lake this year."
"Nice. Trina do you mind if I take a shower, I feel disgusting after the flight?"
"No problem, I'll show you where it is."
When I returned to the kitchen the conversation abruptly stopped and changed subjects.
"Well, you two better go get ready because Sidney is expecting us around five."
Max and Brittany went to freshen up and change and left me and Trina to our own devices.
We talked about anything and everything; the boys; the hospital; Troy and Taylor; Brittany; everything.. She had about the same opinion of Brittany as I did, even though it was for a different reason. I couldn't imagine what she'd think if I told her she had her eye on her son!
"I don't like her. She's fake. I hate fake people," she said.
"I know, I feel the same way, but she's Max's girlfriend so I bite my tongue."
"Just be careful not to bite it off," Trina replied causing us both to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Brittany asked as she walked back into the kitchen.
My eyes nearly bulged right out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. A barely there tank top type shirt, if you could call it that and a skirt I was sure wasn't even covering her ass.
"Oh my dear, do you have anything on under that?" Trina asked.
"My bathing suit. You did say the party was at the lake right?"
"Yes. Make sure you take warmer clothes with you, It gets very cold by the water at night," Trina told her.
"Oh, okay. I'll go get some."
Trina and I burst out laughing and Max came through the door and asked the same question his girlfriend did.
"Nothing," I said breathlessly.
"Just girl stuff," was Trina's reply.
Brittany came back and her, Max, Trina and Taylor got ready to go to the party.
"Okay, so about 7:00, I'm going to tell Sid we need more ice and I'm going to come and pick you guys up, are you okay with that?"
"Sure, you're the man with the plan Max."
"There's lots of food in the fridge, but there's lots at the party too."
"Okay, we'll be fine. Have fun!"
The party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. Sid was enjoying himself but he would have been happier if he was celebrating with Bekah. True to his word Max, told Sid they were out of ice and he was going to go get some.
"No, stay man, I can go get some," Sidney said.
"No way! You're the host, you can't go anywhere. Stay, have a good time. I'll be back before you know it."
"Thanks Talbo, I appreciate it.
"Brit you coming?" Max asked.
"I think I'll stay here. I'm having a good time and I'll help Mrs. Crosby with the food if she needs it."
"Okay babe, I'll be back soon."
The car ride to the party was excruciating. It had been almost two months since I'd seen Sidney and I just wanted to have his lips on mine.
"Are we close yet?" I asked Max impatiently.
"Are you having a seizure?" he asked looking down at my shaking leg.
"Max, I miss him. I just want to get to him."
"Well good cause we're here."
Trina came out the front door of the large house with Taylor right behind her. Taylor had strict instructions to take the boys for a walk through the little woods that were at the side of the property before coming back into the house.
"Everyone is out back," she told us. "Sidney is in the kitchen, so I'll go around back and you guys go in and deliver the surprise. I can't wait to see his face!" Trina said like a giddy school girl.
I walked in with Max behind me pointing me towards the kitchen. As we got closer he stepped in front of me so he could shield me, keeping my presence a surprise. When he stopped abruptly, I walked right into the back of him. He didn't budge.
"Max?" I whispered, "what's wrong?"
When he didn't respond, I took it upon myself to step out from behind him and regretted it as soon as I did.
I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't blink. The sight my eyes were seeing would forever be etched into my brain.
Her hands were tangled up in his hair. His hands were around her wrists. Her lips were touching his.
HER LIPS WERE TOUCHING HIS!
I came to my senses and realized that Max hadn't moved or spoke. I pushed my way by him and through the doorway. I cleared my throat and said...
"Happy birthday Sidney."
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thank you all for the love and support you've showed through your comments. It is MUCH appreciated and was much needed.
A little time and some perspective have led me to several conclusions (please excuse the language):
1. FUCK KJ!
2. I am not going to let one "troll" (as Lauren so eloquently put it)run me off from
writitng the stories that I love.
3. I am not doing anything wrong morally or otherwise so again...FUCK KJ! If she has
nothing better to do than spew hatred about things she knows nothing about and
about people she knows nothing about, it's not my problem, it's hers.
Again, it was not just her comments that made me me pull back from the stories, I am going to be soooooo CRAZY busy with life and school that I don't know how much time I will have to write, but the posts will be mine. In the end, I couldn't hand my babies off to someone else to write. Much love to you Ainsley for offering to take over. Both stories will be made public again, so if you all can bear with me and the sporatic posts, I would be honoured if you continued to read them. And just for the record, I don't comment on stories very often but I do read all of yours and LOVE them!
Much love to you girls in this 'family' of ours.
~B~
A little time and some perspective have led me to several conclusions (please excuse the language):
1. FUCK KJ!
2. I am not going to let one "troll" (as Lauren so eloquently put it)run me off from
writitng the stories that I love.
3. I am not doing anything wrong morally or otherwise so again...FUCK KJ! If she has
nothing better to do than spew hatred about things she knows nothing about and
about people she knows nothing about, it's not my problem, it's hers.
Again, it was not just her comments that made me me pull back from the stories, I am going to be soooooo CRAZY busy with life and school that I don't know how much time I will have to write, but the posts will be mine. In the end, I couldn't hand my babies off to someone else to write. Much love to you Ainsley for offering to take over. Both stories will be made public again, so if you all can bear with me and the sporatic posts, I would be honoured if you continued to read them. And just for the record, I don't comment on stories very often but I do read all of yours and LOVE them!
Much love to you girls in this 'family' of ours.
~B~
Sunday, January 10, 2010
So here's the deal...
Given the recent drama surrounding me and my blogs, and other HUGE commitments that I have on my plate for the next little while, I have decided to take a hiatus from writing them. Before you get too excited, this is NOT the end of either story. A good friend and co-worker has agreed to continue writing them. I know it's not going to be the same, but I am 100% sure she will be able to do them justice; she gets the premise of both stories and I am confident you will like her ideas and twists she has in store!
I thought when I joined this blog community and started writing these fictional stories, that it was a great creative outlet and one that could involve the sport I love and people that I admire; and hey, if people read them and liked them, great! If they didn't like them, I assumed they wouldn't read them (not that the person in question ever actually read the stories, so she claims). Never in a million years did I think it would be something that would cause someone so much grief that they felt the need to personally attack me or my integrity.
I just want to say this and then this issue is dead and gone for me:
I am not giving up this writing because of the comments and views that one person has on these stories. As she stands firm by her position, I am standing firm by mine: these are fictional stories, made up as a creative outlet. I know her biggest issue seemed to be not only my age (which she doesn't actually know, but for the record is 29) and the fact that I am a mother of teenagers (who for the record are barely teenagers)writing a sexual story about teenagers which must mean that I actually lust after teenage boys. Again, these stories are fiction and in no way means that I am sexually attracted to young boys. Like any other warm-blooded woman, I can certainly appreciate a fine male specimen regardless of their age, and yes, Kris and Sidney do fall into that category: both are attractive men who for obvious reasons take very good care of themselves (and last time I checked 18 and 19 year olds were legal adults). That however is a moot point and one I'm sure my foe won't agree with.
I don't see what the difference is between these fan fics and any other fictional story. Jackie Collins for example, writes many sexual stories about younger men and older women based on real life people, and she's a best selling author. Maybe the difference is she changes the names? I wonder if I were writing a murder mystery if one would think I actually wanted to kill people? Maybe only if I used their real names.
I get how some could be offended by the premise of these stories, I really do, but again I stress, FICTION people! I get the title characters are real people, but that doesn't mean that the writers of any fan fic want their stories to be true. I am quite capable of separating fact from fiction and reality and fantasy.
In closing I want to make one thing very clear: I DO NOT WORK FOR A SCHOOL BOARD, IN A SCHOOL OR WITH TEENAGE BOYS. There is nothing about my stories that would warrant any sort fo reprimand from my employer (who by the way does know about and read my stories as do my other co-workers). They all know that the content of the stories in no way reflects personal fantasies or that I would fantasize about being the female main characters is them. They view them as what they are intended to be: a fun, made up story that allows for the reader (and writer) to escape the drones of everyday life by reading them, even if it is for only mere moments.
Having said my final piece, thank you kj for having your opinions and feeling confident in expressing them, even though you clearly took some flack for them. I'm sorry you were so offended. I hope this is behind us and you will no longer read or comment on the stories. Best of luck to you.
For those of you who enjoy reading my stories, please keep reading. My girl Ainsley will not disappoint (I hope!).
Thanks
~B~
Given the recent drama surrounding me and my blogs, and other HUGE commitments that I have on my plate for the next little while, I have decided to take a hiatus from writing them. Before you get too excited, this is NOT the end of either story. A good friend and co-worker has agreed to continue writing them. I know it's not going to be the same, but I am 100% sure she will be able to do them justice; she gets the premise of both stories and I am confident you will like her ideas and twists she has in store!
I thought when I joined this blog community and started writing these fictional stories, that it was a great creative outlet and one that could involve the sport I love and people that I admire; and hey, if people read them and liked them, great! If they didn't like them, I assumed they wouldn't read them (not that the person in question ever actually read the stories, so she claims). Never in a million years did I think it would be something that would cause someone so much grief that they felt the need to personally attack me or my integrity.
I just want to say this and then this issue is dead and gone for me:
I am not giving up this writing because of the comments and views that one person has on these stories. As she stands firm by her position, I am standing firm by mine: these are fictional stories, made up as a creative outlet. I know her biggest issue seemed to be not only my age (which she doesn't actually know, but for the record is 29) and the fact that I am a mother of teenagers (who for the record are barely teenagers)writing a sexual story about teenagers which must mean that I actually lust after teenage boys. Again, these stories are fiction and in no way means that I am sexually attracted to young boys. Like any other warm-blooded woman, I can certainly appreciate a fine male specimen regardless of their age, and yes, Kris and Sidney do fall into that category: both are attractive men who for obvious reasons take very good care of themselves (and last time I checked 18 and 19 year olds were legal adults). That however is a moot point and one I'm sure my foe won't agree with.
I don't see what the difference is between these fan fics and any other fictional story. Jackie Collins for example, writes many sexual stories about younger men and older women based on real life people, and she's a best selling author. Maybe the difference is she changes the names? I wonder if I were writing a murder mystery if one would think I actually wanted to kill people? Maybe only if I used their real names.
I get how some could be offended by the premise of these stories, I really do, but again I stress, FICTION people! I get the title characters are real people, but that doesn't mean that the writers of any fan fic want their stories to be true. I am quite capable of separating fact from fiction and reality and fantasy.
In closing I want to make one thing very clear: I DO NOT WORK FOR A SCHOOL BOARD, IN A SCHOOL OR WITH TEENAGE BOYS. There is nothing about my stories that would warrant any sort fo reprimand from my employer (who by the way does know about and read my stories as do my other co-workers). They all know that the content of the stories in no way reflects personal fantasies or that I would fantasize about being the female main characters is them. They view them as what they are intended to be: a fun, made up story that allows for the reader (and writer) to escape the drones of everyday life by reading them, even if it is for only mere moments.
Having said my final piece, thank you kj for having your opinions and feeling confident in expressing them, even though you clearly took some flack for them. I'm sorry you were so offended. I hope this is behind us and you will no longer read or comment on the stories. Best of luck to you.
For those of you who enjoy reading my stories, please keep reading. My girl Ainsley will not disappoint (I hope!).
Thanks
~B~
Monday, December 28, 2009
Chapter 97
"I can't believe the season is over already. Are you sure you have to leave already?" I asked trying to put on my best pouty face and batting my eyelashes.
"Come on babe, don't give me that face," he said wrapping his arms around me. "Ive already stayed two weeks longer than I intended to and my mom is freaking out."
And what a wonderful two weeks it was. No practices, no games, no interviews, no photo shoot, no schedule. Just me, Sidney and the boys. Quiet, relaxing, private. It was heaven.
"I don't know why you just don't take some vacation time and come with me."
"We've been through this Sid. Me, you and the boys all staying in your parent's house? Cozy. I know Troy and I have reached an understanding, but I don't want to push my luck."
"So are you saying that if I had my own place you'd come with me?"
"I'm saying, if you had your own place I would have considered it more."
Sid looked at his watch. "I have to go. My flight leaves soon."
"Fine, but just think about what you're leaving behind here."
"And what's that?"
"This," I said and reached up to touch my lips to his. Gentle at first; then after a few flicks of my tongue on his bottom lip, the kiss deepened. So much so that neither of us were aware that the boys had entered the room.
"Oh gross!" Jake exclaimed as he ran by to go to the kitchen.
"Like, do you have to do that when we're around?" Alex asked following his brother.
"Well you weren't around until 10 seconds ago," I replied.
"Okay, I have to get going," Sid reminded me.
"Boys, come say goodbye to Sidney, he's leaving to go back home for the summer," I said.
"That sucks," Jake said coming over and giving Sid a hug.
"We were just getting used to you being around," Alex said as he gave Sid some high five hand shake thing, before hesitating then giving Sid a half hug, half body bump guy hug.
"I know bud, but hockey season is over and I have to go home and see my family. But don't worry, I'm trying to convince your mom to come up and visit this summer."
"Yeah let's go visit Sid!" they shouted in unison.
"Thanks a lot," I growled at him. "Boys, say goodbye and go play please."
"See ya Sid," Jake said cheerily before disappearing.
"Yeah, see ya later," Alex said without the same cheerful tone.
"I'll be back before you know it, and I'll call every day okay?"
"Yeah, okay," and he left the room.
Sid had this look on his face that I couldn't quite place.
"You okay hun?"
"Yeah. I just feel like I'm letting them down ya know? I don't ever want to let them down. Or you for that matter," he said hugging me tightly.
"I know baby. They're kids, they'll get over it. By tomorrow, they'll be back to themselves."
"And you? You're not going to go falling for someone else while I'm away are you?"
"Well, I can't make any promises..."
"Ha ha ha, you're sooooo funny!" he said kissing the tip of my nose.
"If anyone should be worried here, I think it's me. What about all those girls back home who had crushes on you before you became Mr. NHL? The girls up there are going to be throwing themselves at you and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
"Except come up to visit so you can protect me from the big, bad girls who are going to prey on poor little old me."
"You are such an ass. Go get on your plane and fly away."
One more long, lingering kiss and he was out the door.
"I love you Rebekah Jones," he yelled before getting in his car.
"I love you the most," I replied blowing him one last kiss.
"Hello?"
"Ah mon petit bijou, how are you beautiful?"
"I'm good Maxie, how are you?"
"Missing you like crazy, do you miss me?"
"Of course I miss you Max. How is it back home?"
"It's good, great to see the fam and friends."
"And staying out of trouble I hope?"
"Bijou, whatever do you mean?"
"Very funny. How many times a week are you and those boys going out drinking?"
"One, two, seven, who can keep track?"
"And you're keeping your pecker in your pants I presume?"
"What a dirty mouth you have...I like it, it's making me hot!"
"Well, I'm sure you can find some trashy piece of ass to screw to tide you over for now."
"Are you implying that I should cheat on my girlfriend?"
"So she's still your girlfriend huh?"
"Yes."
"Then no, I would never imply that you should cheat on your girlfriend. Nor would I imply that you should have some fun while you're home and maybe find a nice french girl, ya know, one you could take home to your mother."
"Bekah...."
"I'm just saying."
"What's gotten into you, why are you so crabby? Are you riding the crimson wave baby?"
"Max, not only is that disgusting, but it's insulting."
"Sorry, but seriously what's wrong?"
"I don't know. I've been swamped at work, Dylan seems to be getting worse, not better, there's a new nurse that I despise and on a good day only want to lock her in the supply closet and not throw her off the roof, I haven't spent any time with Lily in I can't remember how long, and the boys are being little jerks lately. That good enough for you?"
"And?"
"And what? Isn't that enough?"
"And you miss him."
"Yes, and I miss him desperately. It's been almost two months and it sucks, I hate this!"
"Well, that's why I'm calling. I want you to come and be my birthday present to the kid."
"What are you talking about Max?"
"I'm talking about, taking time off from work, which I've already arranged with your boss, packing up a couple of bags, and hopping on a plane with the boys to come and see me here in Montreal, so you can meet my mama, then were are all going to Nova Scotia to celebrate Sid's birthday. You will be my gift to him."
"Max, I can't..."
"Ah ah ah, yes you can. I have arranged everything. All you need to do is follow the instructions that are coming with your plane tickets. No arguments, no excuses."
"Okay," I whispered. "When do we leave?"
"Come on babe, don't give me that face," he said wrapping his arms around me. "Ive already stayed two weeks longer than I intended to and my mom is freaking out."
And what a wonderful two weeks it was. No practices, no games, no interviews, no photo shoot, no schedule. Just me, Sidney and the boys. Quiet, relaxing, private. It was heaven.
"I don't know why you just don't take some vacation time and come with me."
"We've been through this Sid. Me, you and the boys all staying in your parent's house? Cozy. I know Troy and I have reached an understanding, but I don't want to push my luck."
"So are you saying that if I had my own place you'd come with me?"
"I'm saying, if you had your own place I would have considered it more."
Sid looked at his watch. "I have to go. My flight leaves soon."
"Fine, but just think about what you're leaving behind here."
"And what's that?"
"This," I said and reached up to touch my lips to his. Gentle at first; then after a few flicks of my tongue on his bottom lip, the kiss deepened. So much so that neither of us were aware that the boys had entered the room.
"Oh gross!" Jake exclaimed as he ran by to go to the kitchen.
"Like, do you have to do that when we're around?" Alex asked following his brother.
"Well you weren't around until 10 seconds ago," I replied.
"Okay, I have to get going," Sid reminded me.
"Boys, come say goodbye to Sidney, he's leaving to go back home for the summer," I said.
"That sucks," Jake said coming over and giving Sid a hug.
"We were just getting used to you being around," Alex said as he gave Sid some high five hand shake thing, before hesitating then giving Sid a half hug, half body bump guy hug.
"I know bud, but hockey season is over and I have to go home and see my family. But don't worry, I'm trying to convince your mom to come up and visit this summer."
"Yeah let's go visit Sid!" they shouted in unison.
"Thanks a lot," I growled at him. "Boys, say goodbye and go play please."
"See ya Sid," Jake said cheerily before disappearing.
"Yeah, see ya later," Alex said without the same cheerful tone.
"I'll be back before you know it, and I'll call every day okay?"
"Yeah, okay," and he left the room.
Sid had this look on his face that I couldn't quite place.
"You okay hun?"
"Yeah. I just feel like I'm letting them down ya know? I don't ever want to let them down. Or you for that matter," he said hugging me tightly.
"I know baby. They're kids, they'll get over it. By tomorrow, they'll be back to themselves."
"And you? You're not going to go falling for someone else while I'm away are you?"
"Well, I can't make any promises..."
"Ha ha ha, you're sooooo funny!" he said kissing the tip of my nose.
"If anyone should be worried here, I think it's me. What about all those girls back home who had crushes on you before you became Mr. NHL? The girls up there are going to be throwing themselves at you and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
"Except come up to visit so you can protect me from the big, bad girls who are going to prey on poor little old me."
"You are such an ass. Go get on your plane and fly away."
One more long, lingering kiss and he was out the door.
"I love you Rebekah Jones," he yelled before getting in his car.
"I love you the most," I replied blowing him one last kiss.
"Hello?"
"Ah mon petit bijou, how are you beautiful?"
"I'm good Maxie, how are you?"
"Missing you like crazy, do you miss me?"
"Of course I miss you Max. How is it back home?"
"It's good, great to see the fam and friends."
"And staying out of trouble I hope?"
"Bijou, whatever do you mean?"
"Very funny. How many times a week are you and those boys going out drinking?"
"One, two, seven, who can keep track?"
"And you're keeping your pecker in your pants I presume?"
"What a dirty mouth you have...I like it, it's making me hot!"
"Well, I'm sure you can find some trashy piece of ass to screw to tide you over for now."
"Are you implying that I should cheat on my girlfriend?"
"So she's still your girlfriend huh?"
"Yes."
"Then no, I would never imply that you should cheat on your girlfriend. Nor would I imply that you should have some fun while you're home and maybe find a nice french girl, ya know, one you could take home to your mother."
"Bekah...."
"I'm just saying."
"What's gotten into you, why are you so crabby? Are you riding the crimson wave baby?"
"Max, not only is that disgusting, but it's insulting."
"Sorry, but seriously what's wrong?"
"I don't know. I've been swamped at work, Dylan seems to be getting worse, not better, there's a new nurse that I despise and on a good day only want to lock her in the supply closet and not throw her off the roof, I haven't spent any time with Lily in I can't remember how long, and the boys are being little jerks lately. That good enough for you?"
"And?"
"And what? Isn't that enough?"
"And you miss him."
"Yes, and I miss him desperately. It's been almost two months and it sucks, I hate this!"
"Well, that's why I'm calling. I want you to come and be my birthday present to the kid."
"What are you talking about Max?"
"I'm talking about, taking time off from work, which I've already arranged with your boss, packing up a couple of bags, and hopping on a plane with the boys to come and see me here in Montreal, so you can meet my mama, then were are all going to Nova Scotia to celebrate Sid's birthday. You will be my gift to him."
"Max, I can't..."
"Ah ah ah, yes you can. I have arranged everything. All you need to do is follow the instructions that are coming with your plane tickets. No arguments, no excuses."
"Okay," I whispered. "When do we leave?"
Hey everyone! I just wanted to let y'all know that I started another story. It's called Love Lost and Found and it's a Kris Letang story (Surprise!) I just posted the first chapter and I hope you all check it out and let me know what you think.
For those of you who are Against All Odds fans, don't worry! This story is still my baby and updates are coming soon!
I want to thank you all again for sticking with me. Your support and comments mean so much to me and my writing process.
Happy reading!
~B~
http://krazyforkristopher.blogspot.com
For those of you who are Against All Odds fans, don't worry! This story is still my baby and updates are coming soon!
I want to thank you all again for sticking with me. Your support and comments mean so much to me and my writing process.
Happy reading!
~B~
http://krazyforkristopher.blogspot.com
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Not an update yet but....
Max stretching out.
The object of my affection!
Sid was the last one off the ice after warm ups.
Kristopher in the box!
Looks lonely! I could keep him company:)
Mmm Mmm Mmm
Jordy (when he was still pretty!)
Doing a little plotting before the face off.
We've all seen the pictures with the tongue hanging out that drive us wild, but there is nothing like seeing it in person. I just about fainted!
Billy G. willing Sid to win the face off (which he did!)
I have to say, he is waaaaaaay sexier in person.
Geno!
Mmm Mmm Max!
Although I find Flower adorable, he is totally off limits in the fantasy department for me because of his sickeningly sweet realtionship with Vero. That being said, any man that can do this, sure makes my temperature rise!
Nothing needs to be said here.
Preparing to be the hero and score the winning goal in the shoot out.
I've never wanted to be a water bottle so bad in my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could relax with him any time! (Don't mind the BAD 80's blond bangs...several of the guys were laughing at them throughout the game, most likely because they are all too young to remember those do's. Wish I could say the same!)
The victory clebrations right in front of us!
So, as if you couldn't tell by now, this is not an update (that's coming soon I promise!) but I thought you might enjoy a little Christmas cheer (or eye candy)! These are obviously from the game in Buffalo last Saturday. Sorry there are so few pictures of our main man Sid, however the object of my affections (#58) was totally preoccupying me with his hotness. I'm going to the game on the 29th and will try to pry my eyes off Kristopher long enough to take some shots of our captain.
Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday!
Cheers!
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