Chapter 46

Caitlin's point of view. ;)

When I wake up in the morning in Sidneys arms I feel like a very lucky girl. I'm always waking up before him, giving me the perfect opportunity to reflect on last night. If there's anything I'm sure of, it's that I've got it good being Sidney Crosby's girlfriend.
Sidney begins to mumble in his sleep. "Caitlin, no!" he groans and scoots closer to me and stops talking. He's really warm and in my skimpy pajamas I'm happy he is providing me with some body heat.
After a few minutes, Sidney blinks a couple of times and wakes up. "I hate it when you watch me sleep," he mumbles and smiles at the same time.
"I love you," I stretch towards his face to give him a kiss.
"mmmm," Sidney groans, "I love you too baby." He wraps his arms around me and we cuddle and kiss for a little while like we sometimes do. Then we realize that we aren't back at home and we should probably be moving out to the living room by now to visit Sidney's family.
I dress in something comfy. We aren't leaving the house at all today. I put on a pair of jeans and a cute band t-shirt that I picked up from some sidewalk vendor person back in Pittsburgh.
As soon as Taylor sees me walk out into the living room she squeals, "You like All Time Low too!?" she jumps up and walks towards me. "I have an all time low shirt. I should wear it today we could match." I smile at her and say sure. Because all time low is awesome and we aren't leaving the house. Normally I couldn't stand to match someone.
Sidney laughs at my bewildered expression. I'm still not totally awake and taylor's little outburst kind of scared me a little bit so early in the morning.
She comes waltzing out in her lovely shirt, which is cooler than mine I must admit. "so who's your favorite!?" she asks excitedly and looks at me expectantly.
"um. I like Alex," I say, referring to the lead singer, mostly because I'm not that huge of a fan of theirs. Even if they were my favorite I probably wouldn't know anyone but the lead singer.
"me too!" Taylor squeals again. "how cool. Have you ever gone to a concert!?" I can tell she's dying to know so I keep the conversation going.
"yeah I saw them at warped tour one time" I smile halfheartedly. Warped Tour was great when I went. But like 2 days after it, my boyfriend dumped me. I can't help but associate warped tour and sadness now. But that's the past, I remind myself. No use getting all sad about it now. I've got Sidney.
We start a game of monopoly with all five of us playing and I have a feeling that I'm going to lose. Surprisingly though I start out good and am able to buy both park place and the boardwalk in the first couple of times around the board. Everyone thinks I'm going to dominate after that but my bad luck takes a step in and I go broke because I keep landing on everyone's hotel spaces.
The rest of the day is spent hanging out and having fun. It seems like Taylor really likes me and Sidney's parents are more pleasant today. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was thinking that things were aimed at me that weren't because I was having a hard time dealing with the fact the Ruthanne was seriously injured. I was probably being very oversensitive.
I decide to forget yesterday, except the part where I gave Sidney his present. That will be a good memory.
When it's nearly time for Trina to start dinner Sidney takes a quick field trip to his room to get something. We had all just been hanging out after they agreed to quit the monopoly game. To my great surprise, Sidney comes back with the box of 23 things I gave him.
"Sid, no," I look at him pleadingly. I really don't want his family to know how mushy some of that stuff is.
"Come on, they asked." Sidney winks at me and I out my head down in embarrassment. "it doesn't matter what they think. I loved it."
"fine," I say, still unhappy that he's going to show them some of that stuff.
"look!" he calls his family over and they all sit around the living room to see what he pulls out of the box. The first thing he pulls out is the slinky. His family laughs and he quickly explains, "I really did want a slinky," he laughs with them and I blush some more. Next is the movie ticket from a chick flick we went and saw one night. Taylor finds that especially hilarious and laughs a lot. My trinket from our cruise, a picture of us from the photo booth at the mall, a key chain with our names on it.
All of this means something to me and Sidney but now that I look at it all again, it looks really girly. His parents found my gift to him kind of hilarious but Taylor thought it was cute and kept saying things like "aww."
It makes me laugh too but I'm still embarrassed and I just keep my head down until Sidney is done. "I love you," he laughs again and gives me a hug. I put my nose into his shoulder and hide my face. I don't want to try and say something right now.
When our little hug is over I lift my head and his family is staring at us.  "you guys are too cute," Taylor says, smiling really wide. I'm not sure why she enjoys her brother having a girlfriend so much or why she likes me, but I can deal with it.
I smile back and lean on Sidney's shoulder again. He grabs my hand and we wait for someone to start talking.
"Sidney never told me how you two met," Trina starts, trailing off at the end, a questioning tone in her voice.
I blush again, suddenly remembering that day. I almost fell on the ice right in front of him. Twice.
"well, " I start. "Ruthanne, my friend, somehow met him before me and invited him to the skating rink which she and my family rented for my birthday." I attempt to explain.
"so you had no clue the whole time? And he just showed up for your birthday not even knowing who you were?!" Taylor exclaims excitedly.
"prett much. " I say, shrugging my shoulders.
 "that's so perfect!" I've come to a conclusion. Taylor is a hopeless romantic and she creepily finds everything I do awesome.
"for the record I'm not showing up at random girls birthdays. I had heard so much about her from Ruthanne, and I don't know, Caitlin sounded pretty cool." Sidney teases me and laughs.
"thanks," I say dryly. He gives my hand a squeeze and I smile.
"you're the best." he whispers in my ear. Now I'm starting to feel awkward because he doesn't mind that his parents are right in front of us. I glance up to see Troy nodding off and Sidney's mom reading a magazine. They've totally lost interest. Taylor on the other hand is staring intently.
"you're going to need to start getting packed up," Sidney says to me after an awkward moment.
"I know. Will you help me?" I ask him, a puppy dog expression on my face.
"of course," he chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out to help me up. I take it and smile and we head to his bedroom.
We don't really pack. It's more cuddling and such. I can't remember another time when we've been able to just get away and do this kind of thing. In any case, I really like it.
We are in sidneys room for a long time before Trina calls us out for dinner. She was probably too afraid to come in after the amount of time we've spent in here.


Ruthanne's point of view. <3

Kris had stayed  with me at my house all night. He didn't want to leave my side and I'm thankful for that. In the morning I wake up and his arms are around me so gently I can hardly feel them except their comforting warmth. He's watching me and I can feel his eyes moving over my face.
"good morning," I mumble and blink a couple of times. The light from the sun burns my eyes and I feel the headache that I had in the hospital last night return. I immediately shut my eyes and ask Kris if he can bring me some pain meds.
"of course," he whispers, already trying to ease out of my tiny bed without moving me. I immediately miss the warmth of his presence. It might be summer but that doesn't change the fact that another persons body heat is comforting.
Kris is back almost instantly and my eyes are still shut. I don't want to open them. At all. I've never had a very high pain threshold.
"Ruthanne," he comes back and laughs at me squeezing my eyes shut. "I've got your medicine." I hold up my hand in the general direction of the window and open my eyes again. My head hurts, but I'm able to take the pill and the glass of water he got for me and take the medicine.
"are you feeling any better this morning?" Kris asks me. I can't remember what happened last night before I went to bed. But I sure did sleep soundly.
"I'm ok," I say. "I've still got a headache. And as soon as I move I'll be able to tell you more. "
"you'll have that headache for a while. Believe me. " I believe him. He's a freaking hockey player and has probably had 200 concussions by now.
"ehhh," I groan and pull the covers up on me. I don't want to get out of bed and have to move and feel pain and stuff. I bury my face in the pillow and I stay there until I can't breathe properly anymore. I turn my head again and Kris is sitting on the edge of my bed.
"you're going to have to get up sometime," he says quietly, obviously knowing the feeling I have right now. I decide that I will get up and he stretches out a hand to help me.
"Thank you," I say as I get up slowly. My legs hurt, and my knees and ankles crackle as I straighten out. Kris thinks it's gross that that happens to me in the mornings.
Now to get down the stairs. I didn't realize how traumatic something like this could be until last night when I had to go back downstairs to get something.
My heart starts pounding and I can feel the pulse of it in my ears. Kris has to help me down the stairs with his arm around me and taking a lot of my weight. We make it to the bottom after a long time of taking it really slow. I figured Kris would get impatient, but he's so good to me. It's hard to believe how amazing he is sometimes.
"Thanks so much," I wrap my arms around Kris and give him a huge hug.
 He hugs me back as gently as possible and says, "anytime babe." I smile at that. It sounds funny to me when he calls me "babe." I don't feel like a "babe."
We get ourselves some breakfast, but I don't eat much. As soon as the first couple bites hit my stomach it was upset. I don't want to get sick again, I groan inwardly.
Kris finishes his bowl of cereal and then eats the rest of mine for me. After that we're not sure what to do with ourselves so we spend the rest of the day watching movies together in the living room. My mom is busy with work but she checks up on us, mostly me, every once and a while. She also made Kris's day by promising to make us lunch. Kris loves my mom's cooking.. well, who doesn't? She's really great.

After a long day of laziness, Kris and I are still just hanging out and eating dinner. We are having really good grilled chicken salad. He still doesn't want to leave me alone. I feel bad, because he doesn't have any clothes, so last night he slept in his boxers and then wore his dirty clothes today. It's not like he could wear my clothes like I can wear his. That'd be entirely too tight.. and hilarious.
We come to the decision that Kris can spend the night again and he's going to go home and get some stuff to stay here. Meanwhile, I'll be attempting to take a shower and dress my arm wound. I don't want him to feel like he needs to help me with that stuff.
I send him off from the front doorway and he smiles as he goes. I already miss him when I turn around to realize that I have to go back up the stairs to get to the shower. "Mom!?" I shout across the house. There's no way I can go up those alone.
My mom comes running, concerned because of the alarm in my voice.
"Can you help me up the stairs?" I ask her slowly, feeling like a wimp, yet so helpless at the same time. I silently vow to myself that tomorrow I will be going up and down stairs all by myself.
"Of course. Nobody expects you to be running up and down them all by yourself right away," my mom smiles and walks with me up the stairs. What bothers me the most is that it's all in my head. I'm physically capable of climbing these stairs. But I can't even approach them without sheer terror coursing through my veins.

I'm hardly out of the shower and Kris is back. He knocks on the door. "Yeah?" I ask, not knowing who it is yet.
"It's Kris," he replies. I quickly finish dressing by putting a t-shirt on and open the door just as he says, "is it alright if I come in?"
"yeah," I say, happy to see him again.
He immediately looks at the gash on my arm. "Do you want help dressing that?" He asks, still staring at it. Yes it looks disgusting and it stung like hell when I accidentally got shampoo in it.
"Ok," I say, lifting my arm and shoving it towards him. "I don't want to do anything wrong."
"Just watch me, so you can do it next time," Kris says, always being helpful. He grabs the stuff I had already laid out and he gently takes care of everything. It's a lot easier than I expected it to be and I know that I can do it right next time it needs done.
"Thanks," I say. I feel like I'm always thanking him. Like he never has to thank me, because he's the one always giving in this relationship. I can't wait til I can show him how much I really do care.
He responds by giving me a kiss on my forehead and leading me to my room.
"Are you ready for bed?" He asks, looking at the clock as I yawn.
"Not really.. I mean, it's only 9:00," I say, "Wanna watch another movie up here?" I ask him, just wanting to relax some more. The bruises and things hurt the least when I'm sitting still.
"Whatever," he says. He doesn't really like being inactive for so long, but it's obvious that he'd do whatever I want to do.
"We don't have to," I say, "We could go for a walk or something."
"No, believe me you're not going to like that in the morning if we do. Let's just watch a movie." He laughs at me and we go to my movie shelf.
We pick Obsessed and it's like my third time watching it, but in all the scary scenes I'm like holding onto Kris's arm for dear life. I can see a smile playing on his lips everytime I do this but he doesn't say anything, and he just wraps his arm around me and holds me tight.
After the movie we lay down for bed. Just laying there, Kris and I have a pretty good conversation. We talk about how the summer was really bittersweet and how we're both not ready for it to be over.
"goodnight," I whisper,"I love you," as we're both struggling to keep our eyes open.
"goodnight," Kris breathes, and we both fall asleep within the next few seconds.