It had been two days since he had left and still nothing had changed. She felt empty, like she had lost everything that meant anything to her. 'I shouldn't have listened to my heart,' she thought. 'He would have still been here.' The sound of her cell phone echoed through the house once more and she pushed it aside again like she had the previous times. She continued to flip through the pages of the tattered old photo album laying in her lap. Her fingers lightly trailed across the pictures and lingered on one.
Flashback
"Sidney.. stop!" She cried out amongst her laughter. "Not until you say it." "Say what?" She asked, knowing well of what he wanted her to tell him. "That I'm the best hockey player to ever walk this universe and you're not, even if you did beat me this time." He stopped tickling her for a few seconds, taking notice to the serious look plastered on her face. "Sidney Crosby is.." He began to move himself off of her, now standing tall in front of her. "GAY!" She laughed, then darted off towards the house. "Oh, it's on now."
They chased each other up the walk and through the yard, running circles a few times before sprinting into the house. The stairs were now within a few feet and she tore up them, leaving Sid in the dust. As her left foot cleared the last step, her right caught on it and she fell in a heap at the top of the stairs. "Ha, I got you now!" He yelled excitedly, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into his bedroom. Squeals of laughter erupted from her as he pinned her to his bed and proceeded to tickle her again. "Are you going to say it now?" "No.. way!" She managed to get out as he moved his hands up to her neck. "Oh my God, no!" She screamed, kicking her feet as he found her most ticklish spot. "Well..." "Okay fine!" He stopped and stared down at her intently. "Sidney Crosby is the best hockey player to ever walk the universe and I'm not, even if I did just kick your ass." "Take back the kicking my ass part and I'll let you go." "Geez you sissy. Okay, even if I did beat you this time." "That'll do," he smiled, rolling over to lay beside her.
End
A knock on the door brought her back to reality. She sat for a few seconds, deciding whether to open it or not. She knew what had happened the last time she had. "Cameron. Please let me in," a female voice called. She slowly got up from the couch and walked to the door, opening it to reveal the only best friend she had left, Laura. "Cam, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked, her voice full of concern. "He.. I.. Just come in."
They made their way over to the couch and sat down, brushing a few stray tissues out of the way. Silence fell over them for a few minutes before Laura broke it. "What happened?" Cameron took a deep breath before speaking. "I.. Um, remember how I told you since he never made a move, that I was going to?" Her voice shook, "Well, I did." "Did he.." "Last night turned out to be the best night of my life and apparently his too, but.. just read this," she said, handing her the tear stained note.
"Oh God. Cameron, I'm so sorry. I.. I can't believe he did this. Why would he.. I'm sorry." Tears streamed down Cameron's face once more, following the trails they had took for the past two days. Laura wrapped her up in a hug, trying in any way to comfort her. She had no words. She knew Sidney had feelings for Cameron and vice versa. She had served as the middle grounds between the two. But not once did she think things would turn out like this. "I just don't understand. Why did he do this to me? He even told me he loved me. God, I miss him Laur." "I don't know, Cam. I don't know," she replied, rubbing her back.
Hours later and a couple dozen boxes of tissues used, the two rose. "I really think you need to get out of this house. It's doing you no good," Laura spoke. "But.." "No, buts. Go get cleaned up and dressed. We're going on a road trip." Cameron smiled and headed up the stairs. "Remind me of what I ever did without you." "Nothing. You were a lost puppy I picked up on the streets. Now go," she laughed.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Chapter One
She sat lifelessly at the edge of the bed, staring down into her empty hands, desperately searching for answers. Searching for anything but that lone tear sparkling in the light. As she watched another fall to the floor and soak up in the carpet, a gust of wind lightly grazed her bare skin and the room went dark. The soft glow of the once burning candle was gone and she sat amidst the darkness.
Flashback
She stood at the middle of the floor studying the clock on the wall as it ticked closer to the hour. Her eyes followed the arms as they counted down the seconds, each mark seeming to stand alone as the light reflected off of the silver tip. The clock struck eight and she heard it. It rang slowly through her ears, each beat with more emphasis than the last. She could almost feel it now, pounding in her head. Nothing had ever changed about it. It began with one long beat and ended in two shorter, more steady ones. Her mind brought her back to her last thought.. 'Nothing had ever changed.' Those few words echoed and her decision was made.
Her footsteps became more and more cautious as they carried her closer to the door. Her hand shook as she reached for the golden knob and she drew in one last breath before turning it.
"Hey," he smiled, walking into the room. "Where's your mum and dad? I didn't see them when I walked in." "Oh, um.. they're out of town for the week. They have a business trip in Montreal," she stuttered, closing the door behind them. Her heart told her to lock it, it was the only way, but her brain continued to fight the impulse, saying everything would fall apart if she did. Eventually, her brain fell captive to heart and the door was locked.
"I brought you your favorite. Double mocha latte with whipped cream on top, just like you like it," he smirked, shaking it at her. "Thanks. You can set it on the nightstand." She watched as he turned and put it down. She could see the muscles in his back and shoulders retract and flex as he bent down and stood back up. Her gaze trailed from his torso down to his thighs and calves as he turned to face her again.
She began to walk towards him, never letting her smokey blue eyes fall from his. Gradually, she closed the gap between them and lifted her arms to fall on his shoulders. Her lips moved up to find his warm cheek and she delicately caressed it. Her soft breath lingered on his skin as her mouth trailed down to gently catch his. His lips began to close on hers, but he quickly pulled away. "Cam.. Cam, what are you doing?" He almost pleaded, his voice filled with confusion. She drew back to face him. "Exactly what I've wanted to do for the past ten years."
Everything changed with those words. All that they had ever known was tossed aside and a blank canvas was left in front of them. Bright colors and beautiful pictures would lie atop a fresh, white page and memories of the past could be carried off with the wind.
"I've wanted it too," he whispered, still peering deeply into her eyes. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers and they met in a passionate kiss. Years of unspoken emotion flowed through their lips, touching every inch of their bodies. She could feel his hands lightly trail across her back and move down to rest on her waist. She let her hands glide across the back of his neck and sweep around to settle on his cheek. His hands started to roam again and he slipped them underneath her shirt, feeling every bit of skin as he lifted it over her head. He paused for a moment, looking at her with innocent eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I've never been so sure about anything in my life," she murmured, letting her lips come to his again.
They began to move toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. Her fingers swirled circles through his soft brown curls, then drifted down to take the bottom of his shirt into her hands. She swiftly pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor. Carefully, he lifted her up into his arms and gently set her on the bed.
Later that night
His hand reached for hers as they lay in bed wrapped up in each others arms. He linked them together, then brought them up to his mouth and softly kissed each of her fingers. A sweet smile formed on her lips as she stared into his light brown eyes and she nuzzled her head into his neck. She could feel herself starting to fall asleep, her heartbeat steadying with each passing minute. Just as she she was about to drift off, he kissed the top of her head and whispered so softly into her ear, "I love you." In a quiet voice, she whispered back, "I love you too."
Morning
Her hand fell on the other side of the bed as she rolled over. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right to see only sheets and covers. 'Where is he,' she thought. She glanced over to the nightstand and saw a note laying beside the still full latte cup. She picked it up and began to read the words.
Cameron,
I know that you're wondering where I am right now. I had to leave at 8:00 to go to the gym for my workout. But that isn't the point of this note. Last night was the best night of my life and I'm glad that we shared that together. I've never felt so close to anyone like I do you. You are beautiful in every sense and I really did mean what I said. But I don't feel like now is the right time to start a relationship. With the draft coming up, I have no idea where I'll be a few months from now and I don't know how either of us would handle the distance. I just don't want to see either of us heartbroken. I feel horrible for leaving you like this, but I don't know how else to. I'm sorry.
-Sidney
She dropped the note. As it fell to the floor, a single tear followed in it's path. The words, "I'm sorry," could no longer be recognized as the tear drowned them. Lonely and empty, she sat on the bed.
Flashback
She stood at the middle of the floor studying the clock on the wall as it ticked closer to the hour. Her eyes followed the arms as they counted down the seconds, each mark seeming to stand alone as the light reflected off of the silver tip. The clock struck eight and she heard it. It rang slowly through her ears, each beat with more emphasis than the last. She could almost feel it now, pounding in her head. Nothing had ever changed about it. It began with one long beat and ended in two shorter, more steady ones. Her mind brought her back to her last thought.. 'Nothing had ever changed.' Those few words echoed and her decision was made.
Her footsteps became more and more cautious as they carried her closer to the door. Her hand shook as she reached for the golden knob and she drew in one last breath before turning it.
"Hey," he smiled, walking into the room. "Where's your mum and dad? I didn't see them when I walked in." "Oh, um.. they're out of town for the week. They have a business trip in Montreal," she stuttered, closing the door behind them. Her heart told her to lock it, it was the only way, but her brain continued to fight the impulse, saying everything would fall apart if she did. Eventually, her brain fell captive to heart and the door was locked.
"I brought you your favorite. Double mocha latte with whipped cream on top, just like you like it," he smirked, shaking it at her. "Thanks. You can set it on the nightstand." She watched as he turned and put it down. She could see the muscles in his back and shoulders retract and flex as he bent down and stood back up. Her gaze trailed from his torso down to his thighs and calves as he turned to face her again.
She began to walk towards him, never letting her smokey blue eyes fall from his. Gradually, she closed the gap between them and lifted her arms to fall on his shoulders. Her lips moved up to find his warm cheek and she delicately caressed it. Her soft breath lingered on his skin as her mouth trailed down to gently catch his. His lips began to close on hers, but he quickly pulled away. "Cam.. Cam, what are you doing?" He almost pleaded, his voice filled with confusion. She drew back to face him. "Exactly what I've wanted to do for the past ten years."
Everything changed with those words. All that they had ever known was tossed aside and a blank canvas was left in front of them. Bright colors and beautiful pictures would lie atop a fresh, white page and memories of the past could be carried off with the wind.
"I've wanted it too," he whispered, still peering deeply into her eyes. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers and they met in a passionate kiss. Years of unspoken emotion flowed through their lips, touching every inch of their bodies. She could feel his hands lightly trail across her back and move down to rest on her waist. She let her hands glide across the back of his neck and sweep around to settle on his cheek. His hands started to roam again and he slipped them underneath her shirt, feeling every bit of skin as he lifted it over her head. He paused for a moment, looking at her with innocent eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I've never been so sure about anything in my life," she murmured, letting her lips come to his again.
They began to move toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. Her fingers swirled circles through his soft brown curls, then drifted down to take the bottom of his shirt into her hands. She swiftly pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor. Carefully, he lifted her up into his arms and gently set her on the bed.
Later that night
His hand reached for hers as they lay in bed wrapped up in each others arms. He linked them together, then brought them up to his mouth and softly kissed each of her fingers. A sweet smile formed on her lips as she stared into his light brown eyes and she nuzzled her head into his neck. She could feel herself starting to fall asleep, her heartbeat steadying with each passing minute. Just as she she was about to drift off, he kissed the top of her head and whispered so softly into her ear, "I love you." In a quiet voice, she whispered back, "I love you too."
Morning
Her hand fell on the other side of the bed as she rolled over. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right to see only sheets and covers. 'Where is he,' she thought. She glanced over to the nightstand and saw a note laying beside the still full latte cup. She picked it up and began to read the words.
Cameron,
I know that you're wondering where I am right now. I had to leave at 8:00 to go to the gym for my workout. But that isn't the point of this note. Last night was the best night of my life and I'm glad that we shared that together. I've never felt so close to anyone like I do you. You are beautiful in every sense and I really did mean what I said. But I don't feel like now is the right time to start a relationship. With the draft coming up, I have no idea where I'll be a few months from now and I don't know how either of us would handle the distance. I just don't want to see either of us heartbroken. I feel horrible for leaving you like this, but I don't know how else to. I'm sorry.
-Sidney
She dropped the note. As it fell to the floor, a single tear followed in it's path. The words, "I'm sorry," could no longer be recognized as the tear drowned them. Lonely and empty, she sat on the bed.
A Little Information
With the way I've written the first chapter of this story, it requires a bit of background information, so here we go kids. :)
The story starts off in good ol' Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. The date is June 30th, 2005, exactly one month before the 2005 NHL Entry Draft. Now, let's meet our lead characters.
The Leading Lady;;
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The story starts off in good ol' Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. The date is June 30th, 2005, exactly one month before the 2005 NHL Entry Draft. Now, let's meet our lead characters.
The Leading Lady;;
Cameron Allison Wilson
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(Cameron is based off of Jennifer Morrison, best known as Dr. Allison Cameron from House MD.)
Date of Birth;; December 7th, 1986
Height/Weight;; 5' 5'', 114 lbs
Height/Weight;; 5' 5'', 114 lbs
Physical Features;; Smokey blue eyes (may change to green with her mood), long chestnut
brown, naturally wavy hair, slender, hourglass body
Personality;; Kind, caring, warm, and friendly person. Fun loving. Very witty, opinionated, and
intelligent. Family and friends mean everything to her. Loves hockey.
Life;; Born and raised in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. One of the top students of her class. Plans to
attend Duquesne University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to become a Pediatric Physician
Assistant. Has been best friends with Sidney Crosby since they were two years old.
The Leading Man;;
Sidney Patrick Crosby
Date of birth;; August 7th, 1987
Height/Weight;; 5' 11", 200 lbs
Physical Features;; Lean, muscular body, hazel eyes (change with mood), plump pink lips, dark
brown curly/wavy hair.
Personality;; Very kind, caring, and considerate person. Serious, but loves to have fun. Laid
back, modest and humble. Determined.
Life;; Born and raised in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. Grew up playing hockey and plans to make
a career of it. Played with Shattuck St. Mary's and Rimouski Oceanic. Speculated to be
the number one draft pick in the 2005 NHL Entry Draft. Has been best friends with
Cameron Wilson since he was two years old.
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