Chapter 38

Caitlin's Point of View ;)



Sidney and I get to the apartment pretty quickly, because I speed most of the way there. Sidney was a little intimidated by my driving and said things like, "You'll devastate a whole city by killing me Caitlin, slow down." Usually I laughed at him and kept going, but after thinking about it, I don't really want to be responsible for that kind of thing. I can see the news headline now. "Sports hero killed in firy car crash. girlfriend responsible."
At the building I smile at him and walk in the main door. Ruthanne and I are moving in upstairs. It's not like we could live downstairs, there's no apartments down there but  I hate these stairs. I love the apartment though and can't wait to move in. I guess I hate the stairs because they remind me of a crime scene from Law and Order.I suppose Ruthanne's probably got a lot of stuff already packed that she's going to drop off here. "You guys aren't even moved in here yet, are you?"
"No. Not at all. I haven't moved anything."
"Then why are we coming here?" Sidney looks at me, a strange look on his face.
"I'm not really sure. Ruthanne probably has a bunch of stuff packed from Montreal that she's gonna drop off." I say, pausing for a breath of air as I walk up the stairs. "I think we plan on getting all moved in this week."
"Oh," Sidney says, "yeah I forgot about that plan." I laugh at him and open the door into our living room. That still feels strange to me. My parents or Ruthanne's parents or both must have taken care of the whole furniture scene cause it's all here. Just what Ruthanne and I picked out. She must have known about this to drag Kris here.
"Do you think they're here?" I ask, hoping they're not like, in the bedroom or something. I didn't check the driveway for Kris's or Ruthanne's car. I don't even know what his looks like.  I walk into the kitchen and Sidney follows. "Oh well, I'm not looking."
Sidney laughs at me, knowing exactly how I think. "That's probably a good idea," he laughs some more. Maybe if they're here they'll hear us and they'll come out.
"Do you like it?" I ask Sidney as I turn around and walk into the bedroom I picked out. I like the way everyhing is so nice and things are close and there's no crossing the whole house to get to something. I have a feeling I'll love it here. Especially because Brittny will have no clue where I'm living. This is the first time I've even thought about her in a few days. It's really nice. Hopefully she hasn't done anything stupid.
"I do like it. It's very. Small." Sidney steps into my room. A bed! I run over and sit on the mattress. Sidney follows me to my bed.
"You don't really like it, do you?" I ask him.
"You could always live with me," he says, looking serious. Have we not just been dating a few weeks, a month and a half, tops?
"heh?" I look at him. Everything about that idea sounds wrong right now.
"I'm serious!"
"You're crazy is what you are." I laugh at him and lean on his shoulder, "That's why I love you, I suppose," I laugh at him again. I feel him smile and he moves his arm so that it's around my waist. I love my Sidney Crosby. But I do not want to live at Mario Lemieux's with him.

Ruthanne's Point of View <3

We spend more time at Kris's apartment than we intended to and I feel bad. Caitlin was excited to see me and she'll probably be there before we get there. On the car ride there I'm kind of stressing about that.  I knew about the furniture getting moved in. I kind of wanted to see her reaction. Oh well.
We pull into the driveway and there's her Intrigue, just sitting there. I sigh.
"What?" Kris looks at me, noticing the pent up energy.
"They beat us," I say, smiling at him. I don't want to be upset.
"sorry," Kris says, walking in in front of me and heading for the stairs. I jog up beside him, wondering how or if he knows what apartment is ours.
We walk into the living room and look around. Sidney and Caitlin are nowhere to be found. I look through the arch into the kitchen, not there. I'm afraid to walk into the bedroom, even if the door is open. "SO Kris," I say loudly, not really planning what to say next. I just want to get Caitlin's attention.
She comes out of nowhere and attacks me with a hug. "HEY!!!" She says loudly. I can see Kris lean towards me, and I briefly wonder why. Oh. I was sick just last night. Oh Kris.
"Hi" I say back. "How have you been?" I ask her. The face she makes is enough to tell me that it wasn't as bad as she thought. She's still smiling.
Sidney walks out soon after Caitlin and greets Kris with a smile. There's no TV or anything to be a distraction today so It's just us four. We'll have to entertain ourselves. "Do you like the furniture?" I say, asking everyone, and walking over to sit on the couch. It's the one Caitlin and I picked but we haven't sat in it or anything yet. I know, dangerous furniture shopping. But, it's pretty awesome looking. Luckily, it's very comfortable. Kris sits next to me, grabbing my hand. I give his a squeeze, feeling really happy.
"I love it!" Caitlin says, "I don't even care if it's comfy!" I laugh at her as she jumps up and lets herself fall to the cushion. She acts like such a kid. I love her. Kris laughs out loud and I poke him. Sidney laughs too. Caitlin just now looks up, realizing she looks really stupid. So she laughs too. Sidney pretends to sit on her before sitting beside her. He'd probably break her if he actually did sit on her.
At first the conversation is a little strained but it picks up after a while. We talk about everything and Kris even contributes to the conversation. Normally he's the quiet one, only speaking when asked something. I think hanging around me so much has changed him a little bit. I don't care though, I love him either way.  Kris looks at his watch suddenly. It's 5:00 and on the flight home he promised he'd cook dinner at his place. I wanted to know if he was as good a cook as his mother is. He says he is so we'll see.
"We've gotta go," Kris says to Caitlin and Sidney so I can't stop him.
"Well, ok," Caitlin says, looking a little disappointed.

Back at Kris's apartment he heads straight to the kitchen and invites me to sit on one of his barstools by the counter. When he's gone into another room for a second I think, "This is weird," His kitchen's layout is extremely similar to my parents. the bar is in the same place, the stove, the fridge. He comes back out wearing this red apron with stains all over it. I can't help but laugh. I love aprons.
He's working on making some chicken alfredo with his own special sauce. Or his mom's special sauce. And he's making a salad for on the side.  Yum.  I can't wait.
It doesn't take very long to prepare and he's got the table set in no time. Good thing. I'm freaking starving. "Sit here miss!" He leads me to the table. I smile at him and sit down. He's hilarious. He sets my plate of alfredo in front of me and makes me take a bite before he sits down.
"Yum. this is really good," I say, looking up at him after I swallow. "I never would have guessed you could cook!" I say in an apologetic manner.
"Ha! I told you I could cook," he laughs and starts eating.
"I'm sorry," I apologize and take another bite. The portion he dealt me is a little large but it's good enough and I'm hungry enough that I think I'll eat it all.

After cleaning up dinner Kris proposes that I stay overnight at his place. I really want to but my parents expect me to come home. They were already upset about me being away so long. "I can't," I say, "I gotta go home."
Kris makes a sad face but doesn't protest, he knows how long it's been since I've been home. "you should come over for a while," I say, even though it's late. I could never spend too much time with Kris.
He immediately smiles, which must be a yes. I hug him and stand up. "we oughta get going then," I stand up from the  bar stool I'm sitting on. "I'm sure they're waiting up for me. They don't know what time our flight was," I laugh. I needed a little time before having to be home. And now I'm ready.
Kris and I take separate vehicles because mine was left here before we went to Montreal and because I don't know if my parents will let him stay. He almost definitely will if he's allowed. And my bed's not that big, but that just makes for amazing cuddling. So I hope they don't care.
Walking in the door I see my dad sitting at the kitchen table. "Dad!" I say setting down my bags and sauntering over to him. It's been even longer since I've seen him, he was working the day I went to Montreal.
He stands up to give me a hug and say hello. He's not a real talkative person so after a few awkward seconds as he's staring at Kris who's just standing there, he sits back down.
"Hello," Kris says smiling. My dad nods at him and looks back down at his papers. Now I'm off to find my mother. She's in her little office room working too.
"Ruthanne!" She stands up and comes over to me. "Oh! You brought Kris!" She says, coming over to hug both of us. "How was Montreal?" She asks me.
"Amazing," I say happily. And it was. It's my new favorite place. "Just amazing."
"That's great!" She says peppily. It's a little disturbing how happy she is. "You know the house has been so quiet, usually you're around here making some sort of noise. It was hard to get used to," she laughs.
"Yeah?" I say, "It'll be even worse when I move out then, eh?" I catch myself saying eh. It's hard to go somewhere and not pick up their accent I guess but it's still hilarious that I said it. Kris caught me too. He elbows me and laughs. Last but not least my mom picks up on it and starts giggling.
After it's all out she says, "yeah, it will be worse. Are you still planning on moving everything this week?"
"Yeah," I say. "which reminds me, I've gotta get started on packing all that stuff."
"Don't worry about it right now," she says, "you have all summer." There's a hopeful tone in her voice.
"I know," I smile at her, kind of turning towards the door of her office. I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm gonna miss this house and my room so much when I move out. Then again, I can't wait. "I think I'm gonna head upstairs mom, I'm kind of exhausted after traveling today,"
"Ok." She calls back, "is Kris staying?" She asks, craning her neck so she can see out her office door.
I look at Kris and he nods, so I  yell back.
"OK!" She says. Her head disappears and she goes back to work on her computer.
Up in my room it's hard to get situated in my bed because it's so hot. I didn't think about that when I thought about sharing a bed. So Kris and I end up moving all my blankets and stuff to the floor like you do at a slumber party. I'm surprised he was up for it.
My last thought before falling asleep is, "I freaking love Kristopher Allen Letang."