Chapter 27

Caitlin's Point of View ;)

After dinner Sidney and I went back to our suite, got bored and went on a walk. The warm, salty breeze was kicking up and felt so good. That'll probably be the thing I miss the most about going back. It's funny how used to something you can get in just a week.

Today Sidney and I went to breakfast again. "tomorrow we're going home, you better unpack when we get back."
"Yeah." I nod, taking a bite of my pancake. "unlike you.. I didn't live out of a suitcase." I motion toward his wrinkled t-shirt.
For the first time on this cruise, someone recognizes Sidney. A blonde girl in a tight tank top walks over. "Sidney Crosby?" She looks at him.
"um.. yes?" He looks up, confused, already used to being anonymous like the rest of us.
"OMG!!!" She yelps! "oh... sorry! Could I have an autograph. Are there other Penguins on the ship!?" She freaks out, much like I would if I wasn't dating Sidney.
"uh.. sure.. " Sidney says. The girl randomly has a Sharpie in her back pocket. Unless she was planning this, that is. Sidney signs his napkin and hands it to the girl. She does a little dance and then asks again.
"Is there any other Pens on the ship!?"
"Um. no." Sidney says, covering for Kris and Max. Unless she sees them tomorrow getting off the boat, she'll never know. I just sit there, trying not to laugh. The girl takes another look at Sidney before walking away.
I laugh out loud after she's gone. "What?" Sidney asks.
"That's hilarious." I say.
"It happens all the time." He replies.
"I bet it does. It's just funny." I say, laughing again at the blonde girl.
"You just better remember that you would have done that had Ruthanne not set us up." He says.
"I wouldn't be here!" I say back.
"You know what I mean." We laugh and go back to eating.

Back at the suite I say, "ughhh I don't want to go home. back to reality." I throw another tank top into my cute yellow suitcase.
Sidney laughs. "Yeah." I fold the outfit I'll be wearing tomorrow on the ride home and that's it. I'll get all my essentials tomorrow cause I still need those.
I plop on my back on the bed and sigh. "This was a lot of fun."
"Yeah it was." Sidney sits next to me and leans down to kiss me.

Dinner rolls around before we know it and Ruthanne and Kris didn't want to go out for dinner tonight. So Sidney, Max and I went together. It's getting easier and easier to be around Max and not care, although I can tell he still likes me.
We eat quickly and then run back to Ruthanne and Kris's suite to ask if they wanted to hit the hot tub just one more time before we left. The decide that it'd be ok to have a little fun, even though Kris's predicament makes it a bit harder.
We end up having a great time. Kris doesn't talk much, but I can tell this kind of distracting relaxation is helping him. He always just sits there and thinks about it. Poor Kris. Poor Ruthanne. It's getting late and Ruthanne's about ready to fall asleep on Kris's shoulder so they head in. Max says he's gotta go pack, but we know he just doesn't want to be awkward by staying with us. So Sidney and I sit and soak, having a good time talking and playing.
I yawn, and Sidney notices. "We should head in," he whispers in my ear."
"I don't wanna," I whine, "I'm warm." Between being with Sidney and the warmth of the hot tub, I'm just about as happy as I can be. I have totally forgotten all of life's difficulties and my enemies back home. I lean on his shoulder and sigh. He wraps his arm around me again. The wind blows and I'm cold again. "OK, let's go." I stand up and grab my towel.
"haha, not warm now are you!?" Sidney says, getting out of the water himself. I grab up my towel, the breeze hasn't stopped and I'm really cold now. Sidney grabs his towel and I run to him. He wraps his arm around me and we head back to the suite for the night.


Ruthanne's Point of View <3

Caitlin and Sidney finally convinced Kris to get out of our room and do something. I think it really made him feel better for a little bit. We walk around a little bit, enjoying the fresh air, and ten go back to our room. I was pretending a little bit, to be tired. The hot tub was nice, but the breeze made it cold, so I wanted to do something else.
"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Kris tells me. "My parents got the plane tickets all ready, for us to fly out of Pittsburgh. if you want to wait til tomorrow to ask, or call your parents tonight." Kris says, going into the bathroom with his sleep pants to change.
"Umm. this is all really short notice. I'll call tonight. I hope they'll understand." I say, going to my bedside stand to get my phone. I've got a few texts, but they're not important, from people back home. I'm not worried about that type of thing right now. I just want to go to Montreal. I look at the clock, 10:30. We're in a different time zone, crap. What time is it back there?
"Kris?" I ask.
"Yeah?" He says, peeking out the door, a toothbrush in his mouth.
"What time is it back home?"
"uhhh.. somewhere around 11:30?" He says, not sure. I don't know whether my parents will be up or not, but I feel like I have to call now.
It rings three times before my mom answers. "Hello? Ruthanne?" She says, sounding quite tired.
I step out of our suite so that Kris doesn't hear the conversation. "Mom?" I say, "Kris's best friend died, and he wants me to go to Montreal with him the day after we get back." I cut straight to the chase, because my mom hates it when I lead up to things.
"Ok?" She says. "When are you guys going to move into your apartment?"
"I think Caitlin wants to wait for me to come home from Montreal," I say. I know they paid for like three months of rent, but the complex owner agreed that it wouldn't count until we started moving in.
"Ok. Are you going to come home, or are you going to stay with Kris?" My mom asks. I'm going to Montreal! I try not to be to excited, it's not for a good thing.
"I want to come home, but I don't know what time our flight leaves. I'll ask Kris." I say, going back into the suite.
"Kris?" I look at him. "What time does the flight leave to Montreal?"
"8:30 in the evening." I repeat the information to my mother and she says it would be smart to come home and switch my summery cruise clothes for some warmer ones. I hadn't even thought of that.
We say goodbye and I run to hug Kris. "I'm going to Montreal with you!" I say, squeezing him tight, even though my arms hardly reach around his whole body.
He hugs me back, happy, but not excited like me. "yay." He says, smiling down at me and kissing my forehead. I'm going to Montreal!