Chapter 33

Ruthanne's Point of View<3

The week of media and funeral business flies by.  I end up not going to a lot of it, I've been kind of sick. Kris keeps trying to convince me to go with him to the Bourdons' house.  I keep telling him no, that it's not my place. I don't want to go and make things awkward.
Caitlin texted me the other day saying she wasn't sure what was going on between her and Sidney. I replied but I haven't gotten any further information. I worry about her. I check my phone again, laying by the pool with Kris.
"You check that a lot.." He points out. "something wrong?"
"Caitlin," I say slowly. I know he doesn't like all this drama.
"figures. What now?" He asks, sounding kind of annoyed.
"Sidney. Max. Brittny. Why can't things just work out for her?" I whine.
Kris smiles half-heartedly. "They will. Eventually."
"I hope so. I guess the other night, they went out to a club and Sidney tried to make her jealous." I sigh. "That really gets to her. She's an insecure mess."
"Sidney's like that," is Kris's indifferent reply. He tries to be nice about the whole thing, but he can't hide how much it annoys him.
"Does he know about her and Max?"
"No.. he would have said something to me. He tells us all everything." Kris says. "what's gone on between them really isn't a big deal."
"Except that he still likes her. And vice-versa."
"Yeah. Sidney might not like that too much. He's awfully protective." Kris half laughs, his crooked smile making my heart thud a little bit quicker. I'm glad I've found a guy that I can absolutely be happy with. Caitlin always seems to get herself into stupid messes like this. She's too lovable is her problem.
"Well then let's just hope he doesn't find out." I say, rolling over onto my back, feeling the sun's warmth wash over me. I love the sun, but I'm going to have awful tan lines from this tank top. "let's go inside." I look at Kris.
He stands up and puts his hand out to help me up. I'm a little bit off balance as I'm standing up, and Kris has a good hold on my hand. All of a sudden I feel him pulling me toward the pool and I go flying into the water. I scream, of course, and Kris stands there laughing.
"KRIS!" I shriek.
He laughs again, harder and stretches his shirt over his head and jumps in with me. "Sorry baby." He says, walking over to me. I smile as he puts his arms around me and kisses me. I wouldn't classify this as swimming weather, but the water feels nice.
I glance up and see his mom looking out the sliding glass doors at us. She's smiling, of course. I smile back at her and Kris turns around, dragging me with him. He blushes a deep shade of red and I laugh at him. He's so embarrassed every time his mom sees something. I touch his face, it's hot from when he blushed.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" I tease him.
"She's always watching!" He says, glaring at the doors where his mother no longer stands.
"uh. not really. You just do cute stuff when she is." I laugh at him. My perfect straight hair is all limp and wet now, and it's going to curl later, but I don't care. I'm having way too much fun to worry about that kind of thing.  I don't mean to, but I let out a shiver and Kris notices.
"cold?" He looks at me.
"Kinda."
"Let's go inside then," he says. I glare at him and he carries me out of the pool. He drops me off by the cabinet on the side of their deck and pulls out a towel for each of us. I wrap mine around me and lean on him. We walk inside and I run quickly up to his room, trying not to make a huge watery mess. Once I'm dried and changed and my hair is combed, I walk back downstairs. Of course Kris beat me. He hasn't got as much to do in order to look beautiful. I sit on his lap and bother him, poking him in the side. He eventually has enough and lifts me off of him.
His mom and dad are sitting on the love seat pretending to watch TV while we're messing around. Kris's dog comes over and jumps on my lap, getting in the way of me doing anything else that might annoy Kris right now. He laughs evilly and pats the dog on the head. I sigh and bang my head on the back of his couch, hitting the piece of wood under the cushion.
"OW!" I yelp. Kris can't help but laugh before he asks if I'm ok.
We spend the rest of the night just picking on each other like this. Today is Friday and tomorrow is his trip out to Luc's parents.

"Will you pleasseeee come with me tomorrow?" He whines while I'm brushing my teeth.
"Kris." I look at him, not wanting to get into this right now. We've been over it a million times. If they're like his 2nd parents, why doesn't he want to go alone?
"I'm sure they'd love to meet you!" He says.
"It would still be awkward for me to be there.  I never knew Luc, or them." To tell the truth I'd never even heard of Luc Bourdon until Kris told me about his death. Some hockey fan I am.
"fine." he says, plopping down on the end of the bed, pouting like a little kid. I walk over and kiss him.
"Just cause I want to spend the day here with your parents doesn't mean I don't love you." I whisper, not really wanting to spend the day with his parents. That could get awkward, and weird. But I think it beats the alternative of going to the Bourdons' house and seeing Kris get upset all over again.
"you don't really want to stay here," Kris says, glaring at me.
"Yes I do," I lie, my eyes giving me away.
"Liar liar," Kris teases. I stick out my tongue, get up and go to my side of the bed.
"whatever," I say, pulling the covers up to my chin and staring at the ceiling. The truth is, I dread the thought of staying here with his parents. Yes, I have gotten to know them better over the past week, but I always feel it necessary to make conversation, and things get awkward quickly. "night." I say to Kris. He's still sitting on the end of the bed, taking off his socks or something. He sighs and throws the socks into a heap of our dirty clothes before turning out the lights.
"good night."

Caitlin's Point of View. ;)

I had a hard time sleeping through the night,  but I wake up at 9:00 feeling refreshed, at least.  It's been a few days since Sidney and I have actually seen each other and I'm feeling quite lonely, surprisingly.
I had taken a shower before going to sleep and my hair is laying in crazy curls and waves when I look in my vanity mirror.
I jump when my phone buzzes right next to me.
Hey. Haven't heard from ya in a while. Kris just left... what's up? It's from Ruthanne. I smile, glad it's not Max or Sidney. Or Brittny, God forbid.
I just got up. I found out Max still likes me. Brittny calls and leaves no messages. I'm an emotional mess, and the one time I feel like talking about it, you're not here. How's yer trip been? I write,  sighing as I hit the send button.
Her reply comes in no time. Wow. I can just imagine what it's like. My trip has been sooo amazing! I went sightseeing the other day and Montreal is just beautiful. I took lotsa pictures! ;) I can't help but smile at her excitement. How I love Ruthanne. She always knows how to make someone smile when they're feeling down.
Yay! you better show them to me.. Glad you're having such a good time.  Wish I could see Montreal. :P  I send it to her, truly wishing I could.  If I hadn't been here, or I had been doing something else, things may have turned out a little differently.
You will, someday. Is her reply. She knows what I'm talking about.
I'm gonna go shower or something. I say, even though I already did that last night. I'm just not in the mood to talk, to anyone really. My phone buzzes again before I can even walk out the door.
Another text. From Sidney. God. I sigh, opening it.
 Hey, lovely. Whatcha doin' today?  Is what it reads.
My parents are out and I was planning on doing absolutely nothing.. You?  I reply, still not in the mood to have a conversation, but not feeling rude enough to ignore him, or lie. I love how he talks to me like everything's been fixed. but I still don't trust him.
Nothing.. you want to come over? Like, nobody's here.  Is his reply. Just what I expected. I laugh to myself. That's what I would say if I were him.
Nobody as in none of the guys? haha, sure. What time? I laugh out loud. There's almost always part of the team at Mario's. Even this early in the morning. I hit send and walk to the counter to make some coffee.
That's just about right. Now. Pleassseeee. I miss you. 
I can't help but smile when I just reply. Ok. <3 and go to my car, coffee cup in hand. It's so hard to stay mad at Sidney. He's just too darn cute. I get to Mario's relatively quickly, if you're thinking about the average 35 minute drive.  Sidney greets me at the door with a quick smooch and we walk to the bar where there's cinnamon rolls sitting out on a plate.
"Did you eat breakfast yet?" He asks.
"I'm hardly awake," I laugh.
He hugs me and grabs two plates. We talk about nothing in particular over some delicious cinnamon rolls that Nathalie made.  "These are sooo good. Compliments to the chef."
Sidney laughs at me, giving me a sticky kiss on the cheek. I wipe it off, sticking my tongue out at him. I think it's gross, but he's being nice, so I don't say anything. He leads me up to his room where we slept that night before the cruise.
"I love your room." I smile, jumping into his bed and laying flat on my back.
"me too?" He laughs, sitting right next to my face. "You are so weird. You know that?"
"hah." I laugh, sitting back up to lean on his shoulder.
"Would your parents care if you stayed over here tonight? Do you want to?" I shrug my shoulders. My mom loves Sidney, so she probably wouldn't care, but, I don't have any clothes.
"I don't have any clothes." I say finally.
Sidney sighs. "We could go shopping."
"I also do not have money on me." I say, another . He knows I hate it when he buys everything. But he loves to spoil me. I sigh.
"A couple outfits. Come on Caitlin. Pleasseeee."
"Fine." I give in. SIdney's one for planning ahead I guess, because it's hardly hit 10:30 and he wants me to spend the night. He kisses me and stands up, dragging me with him.
"I love you." He says. I just lean into him and let him hug me. He grabs his wallet and we start the drive to the nearest store. I make him stop at Target, because it won't look weird for him--a guy-- to follow me around in the clothing section, and hopefully some female fanatic won't come chasing him. There's really a lot more people who recognize him in Pittsburgh.
I'm really not into it, so he picks most of the clothes and critiques them when I show him from the dressing room.
"These ones, definitely." He says, pointing to the pair of pink sweats I had in my right hand.
"K." I smile and set them in the cart. "This is enough," I say. He talked me into 4 shirts (Because I was just too cute in them, I guess) and 3 pairs of pants.
"But this is fun!" Sidney says, holding up another shirt from the rack. I just stare at him.
"I'm just going to pretend that didn't scare me," I giggle, pushing the cart to the checkout lane nearest us. He pretends to pout when we get to the counter. "It's only one night, Sid! How many shirts do I need? Knowing me, I'd end up wearing one of yours the whole time anyways."
He smiles, and pays for the clothes. The lady cashier stands staring, obviously recognizing Sidney. She finally snaps out of it and hands us back the plastic bag and receipt.
"You get that everywhere you go, don't you?" I say as we're leaving the store.
"Kinda." He winks at me. I get that fluttery feeling in my stomach again. The one that I used to get just by watching one of his interviews on tv.
We get back to Mario's and a couple of the guys are there, hanging out in their favorite room. I can hear them yelling at each other, and can pick out a couple specific voices. Max, and Marc Andre. I sigh, louder than I meant to and Sidney looks at me.
"What?" He asks, starting up the stairs.
"Nothing." I shake my head like I didn't even sigh. Max is here. I wonder if he knows I'm here. Probably not, I decide, still following Sidney back up to his room.
"There, you've got clothes." He says, setting the bag down.
"Thanks Sid." I hug him.
"Ok Caitlin, what's wrong? Are you still mad at me? Are you depressed!?" He looks at me, confused.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired!" I say, although I do feel a bit depressed. Sidney hugs me.
"You're just so...different." He says, still holding me to his chest.
"I'm sorry," I say, looking up at him pathetically, then looking down at the floor. I'm just not really feeling the same things for him anymore.
"do you want to stay tonight?" He asks. I'm still looking down, but I can feel him staring at me. I tell him yes, even though I'm very confused about how I feel at this point. " A couple of the guys are here, do you wanna go hang out?"
"Sure," I say, knowing Max is here and forcing myself to want to be in the same room as him. I just feel like I'll be the dead giveaway to Sidney. Like, he'll figure it out when I'm acting awkward around Max. I'm not good at hiding my feelings.
We head downstairs to hang out and Max's jaw drops when he sees me coming through the door. "did you spend the night here?" He mouths, looking astonished while Sidney's looking the other way, at Marc Andre. I shake my head quickly. He sighs in relief and goes back to his relaxed position on the couch. Could he really care that much?
Sid and I sit on the same couch as Max, me in between them. Go figure. Max tries not to stare at me and I can tell Sidney's still clueless and trying to keep his hands off of me. I keep brushing his hand off my leg. We're having a good time when Max says. "You guys hungry for lunch? I'll buy."  I nod quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of this room, from between these two guys.
"Sure," Marc says. Sidney shrugs. I think eating lunch with the three guys will be awkward, and I know they'll do a lot of teasing, but somehow, I think it'll be better than this room.