Caitlin's Point of View ;)
Sidney and I wake up late, at like 11:30 and then we just lay there. "I don't wanna get upppp." I whine.
"Me neither," Sidney says, shifting so that his arm fits more comfortably around my neck. I snuggle into his chest, so happy to fit here perfectly. He kisses the top of my head and I can feel his smile moving my hair around. I hope I don't wake up looking a mess, like a cavewoman or something, but sometimes that's unavoidable. I reach up and touch Sidney's face, thinking of the time Max and I sat on that hill together. How can I love them both? When I'm with Sidney, I love him. When I talk to Max, it just seems perfect.
I force myself to stop thinking about that and focus on Sidney for right now. He gives me one more super tight hug before he rolls over and out of bed. I scowl at him, but follow closely, not wanting to be left alone. I laugh at him standing in the middle of his room. His boxers are riding up his butt and it's so gross but so hilarious. He turns around.
"Your butt is eating your pants, doofy," I say walking over to him. He gives me a confused look then picks his wedgie right in front of me which is equally gross, but still funny because he's Sidney Crosby.
"What would I do without you?" He asks, laughing and turns to hug me yet again. I like hugs but he's in a particularly huggy mood today.
"You'd turn into a lonely old bachelor," I laugh at him, even though we both know it's not true. Sidney could have any girl he wanted, simply because he is Sidney. He laughs, then pulls on a shirt and heads for the stairs. He keeps motioning for me to come with him, but I know I look like crap. I pull my hair up into a messy bun and attempt to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
When I join him on the stairs he goes on his usual, "it doesn't matter what you look like," thing and I ignore him. That gets annoying. He should know that I am a girl and this is what girls do. They obsess. "You're not even listening are you?" He realizes when we get to the bottom.
"hmmm.. what do you think?" I ask him, sounding a little more annoyed than I had intended. I lean on his shoulder when we sit at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.
"Cereal?" He asks me, standing up and heading to the cupboard. I nod sleepily and wait for him to bring me a bowl, spoon, milk, and some cereal. He's so kind. I would have made him get his own. We eat our breakfast silently until Sidney looks at me and asks, "Is there something going on between you and Max?"
Ruthanne's Point of View <3
I wake up feeling a little bit better. I definitely can't wait for Kris to come home though. I look over my shoulder at the alarm clock sitting on Kris's night stand. It's like 5:30 AM and I'm not even tired. I think Kris's flight comes in at like 8:30. That seems like such a long time. Especially if I'm wide awake.
I get up and go take a shower. I feel so disgusting even though I'm not really dirty. That's what being sick does to me, I guess. The water beating on my back is comforting somehow and I keep turning down the cold water, until I can see red streaks where the hot water runs down my skin. I don't know what this is doing for me but it feels good, and it's waking me up. I stand in the shower until I feel clean again and then I get out and get dressed.
I should probably go downstairs and get something to eat since I'm starving, but I don't want to wake Kris's parents up. I know they're probably sleeping in until they have to go pick him up. I pick up my iPod and start playing with it. I find out for the first time that Kris's parents have unprotected Wifi and I can occupy myself with this for a while.
Finally, around 7:00 I head downstairs and get some food. Kris's mom is at the stove, as always, making something. Looks like pancakes. Yum. I wonder if she's doing this because I'm here, or if she always does that.
"We'll be going to get Kris soon. are you up to it?" She turns and asks me, startling me. She generally doesn't speak to me.
"Sure," I nod, wanting to go. All the sooner I'll see Kris, is all I can think. I might be dressed but I'm definitely in no shape to go out in public so I turn around and head back upstairs to freshen up. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara, and straighten my hair nicely. When I'm happy with the way I look I go back downstairs where breakfast is ready.
"Finally," Kris's mom says. "Breakfast is ready, you know."
"thanks," I say, taking a plate of pancakes and heading to the kitchen table.
"You'd better hurry, we've gotta leave soon." She looks at me like she means it so I hurry up and eat.
After wolfing down the food I get in Kris's parents car and we leave for the airport. Kris's mom occasionally tries to start a conversation but it always seems to die out, so she gives up.
We get there just as I'm fully lost in the city. We drive around for a while before Kris finds us. He thinks about greeting me with a kiss as he climbs into the backseat then thinks better of it when his mother says hello.
"Hi," I say, so happy it hurts to see him.
"Hi," He says back, mocking my happy voice and wraps his arm around me. "I missed you," he says.
"I missed you too." and that is all that's really said on the way home. His folks, and I are not ver talkative. I mean, I like to talk to Kris, but that feels so much different.
Arriving home, it feels so much later than it is. It's around 10:00 in the morning but I feel like we should be eating dinner or something. It's weird. It's warm outside so Kris and I spend some time by the pool before we go inside for lunch. We make ourselves some grilled chicken sandwiches, and they are delicious.
Soon after eating them though, when we go back out to the pool, the nauseous feeling is back. "Ugh," I groan.
"are you feeling sick?" He asks.
"Mhmmm" I say, and stand up, making myself dizzy.
"Come on," he says, helping me make my way into the house. I head for the downstairs bathroom this time, and barely make it. Kris, of course, helps me with my hair, then wiping my face. He hugs me tight."I love you," he says. I just moan into his shoulder/armpit area. I feel like crap all over again. I thought it was done. Kris leads me upstairs where he lays me down in his bed and stays with me until I fall asleep.
