Chapter 30

Ruthanne's Point of View <3

Kris's mom and step dad are really nice. Kris and I got to talking last night and didn't get to bed until after 2:00. And didn't wake up until after 11:00 in the morning.
He told me about his friend, Luc, and how they were so close. And how the day after tomorrow, all the events and everything would take over us. We, mostly Kris, would be really busy. Day after tomorrow is a NHL media event where they're going to ask questions about Kris's relationship with Luc, how they played together in the minor leagues, and everything else you can think of. And the rest of the week is like that, just stuff with the NHL, the funeral, everything else. I guess Kris is going to make a trip out to Luc's parents' home. I'm thinking I don't want to go, even if he wants me to. It'd be too weird to go. I don't know them, or Luc for that matter.
Kris takes his family and me to breakfast, well, brunch at a Tim Hortons nearby. He's surprisingly having a good time, and so am I. It's neat to see how happy his parents are to see him. They ask a lot of questions about me, and I blush at some of the answers Kris gives. They smile and Kris's step dad pats me on the back every time I'm embarrassed.
So then, they start asking me questions about him and filling me in on things he used to do and habits he had. Some of the things, I think I'd rather not know. I answer to the best of my ability, and with the most embarrassing answers possible. Kris's parents are having an absolute riot here in the Tim Hortons, watching our little battle. Of course it was fun for them, they got to find out about each of our little habits and secrets, in public, and watch us embarrass the hell out of each other. It must have been hilarious.
We head back to their place and around 3:00 they decide to go grocery shopping. Kris and I just hang out in his bedroom, having a good time making fun of each other for that conversation in the restaurant. "I love you." I say, laughing and kissing him. "I really do."
"Well I love you too," He laughs, "despite the embarrassing things you said in front of my Mom!" I smile mischievously, proud to have gotten on his nerves and gotten away with it. That's a fun feeling to have. The "he loves me anyways feeling." But I try not to abuse it, cause then he won't love me no more.
I roll over on my back on Kris's bed. "I wish I lived in Montreal." I say, "it's so lovely here."
"You've only been here a day!" Kris says. "I mean, it's great here, but, you hardly even know," He laughs at me.
"Still. It's lovely. The people are nice." I'm talking about his parents, him, everyone at the restaurant, the airport. It's great here.
"Ruthanne," Kris laughs. I smile and sit back up.

Kris's parents, who grocery shop together, which I find hilarious, come back around 5:00 in the evening with stuff to make dinner. I help his mom make a casserole thing while Kris and his step dad sit around in the living room and watch some hockey game or another. We get to know each other a little bit better and I love how easily we get along. Like we've known each other for a long time, really.
Dinner is ready and we all eat, but this time it's quiet, because the food is better, I think. After that, around 9:00, Kris's parents go to bed, surprisingly earlier than last night. I guess that's normal for them, but having Kris home last night was so exciting, they couldn't sleep. His family is a lovely, funny, quirky one.
We go back upstairs and hang out again after a while. I had gotten used to his parents, who are very talkative, supplying the conversation, and I couldn't think of anything to say. I was genuinely tired too, which could have something to do with that, nodding off here and there on Kris's shoulder as we watch TV. It's not like it would matter if I fell asleep, we're in bed. I just don't want to, as long as Kris is awake. I just love being in his presence.
"You're so cute when you sleep." He whispers in my ear when I wake up yet again.
"Yeah?" I look up at him.
"Yeah. You know it won't bother me if you just sleep. You try too hard to stay awake for me." He laughs. I smile then lean my head on his shoulder again.

Caitlin's Point of View ;)

Sidney comes over, and I was right about him sounding irritated and stressed. "Did Brittny call you?" Were the first words out of his mouth when I opened the door. He almost looked mad.
"Uh yeah. like twice." I say. "why?" I ask him, my happiness kind of spoiled now. He comes in and we go to my room almost immediately, so my mother won't hear.
"What's wrong, exactly?" I look up at him.
"I just think she's up to something." He says, pacing back and forth through the mess in my room. "First of all, she somehow got ahold of Mario's phone number and called 2 or 3 times. She called you. Texted you."
"yeah?" I say, not worried as much as he is. "If it's anything, we can deal with it Sidney," I say, still not understanding why he was so upset. "I don't think she's that dangerous."
"Well, I do. How do I know she's not going to do something stupid to get at us."
"You don't." I say, still confused. I think Sidney's overreacting. "I d-don't quite understand why you're so upset over this." I say, shaking my head and putting my hands up. "Explain or something." I say.
"ok. So once upon a time I actually dated her. I think you know that." He says, frowning. "And right after I broke up with her she did this kind of thing. Found the numbers of some of the guys, called them, called me, didn't leave a message. Texted them with weird questions that only a stalker or someone would ask." He takes a breath. "anyways, the next girl I went out with, Tess, was walking down the street to the corner store and Brittny comes out of nowhere and starts flipping out on her, screaming and whatnot, trying to hit her." Sidney grabs my hands. "Anyways, the clerk at the store heard it and came out to help her..." He trails off for a minute. "Let's just say, that one ended badly, because of Brittny and I don't want that to happen to us." He hugs me and rests his head on top of mine while I lean into his chest.
I stand there silently, not knowing what else to do.
"Ok now?" He asks me.
"Yeah.. I don't think there was any way I was going to figure out why you where freaking unless you explained it." I half laugh.
He laughs nervously, "yeahhhh," he says, still hugging me, but I'm looking up at him now. It's just a little bit awkward so he lets go.
"Everything will be ok." I say. "I don't care about Brittny and I'm not going to let her get between us!" I say resolutely.
"I hope not." Sidney says.
"Well, it won't happen, so don't worry about it." I say, glad his little hysteric fit is over. I mean, I do that sometimes too, but it's just a little bit scarier when a grown man hockey player does it. Just a little bit scarier.
"Ok well. I'll help you get all packed up he says. Just tell me what to do." So I do. There's a pile of boxes in the corner of my bedroom, and I point to them. We work methodically, me handing him stuff to put in the boxes, until like half of my room is in them. Then, we head down for some dinner. It's like 6:00 and I'm starving.
Sidney hangs around for a while after that, then heads back to Mario's. Mario and Nathalie wanted to go out tonight I guess, and Sid got stuck babysitting. I don't mind, and neither does he. I just think it's funny, that he does that. So he leaves, and I'm at home, alone, doing nothing. I end up going to bed early because I'm bored and don't feel like packing anymore. But again, I just lay there for a really long time, not able to sleep because Sidney's not there.