til' we aren't strangers anymore:: part eight.

So, as you can see I decided to keep writing. Thank, The Notebook, for that.
I realize this one sucks, but it just leads into the next. That one will be way better, I promise.
Feedback would be much appreciated. Plus tomorrow's my birthday(!!), so get on that, haha. :)
Anddd.. "Pittsburgh's goin' to the Superbowl!" :)


part eight::




"Carrie, what are you doing?" Clothes were being hurled in every direction, landing sloppily everywhere from the floor to the fan, and now on top of my best friend's head. She quickly whipped the shirt off of her and threw it to the floor where it joined the rest of the contents of my closet. My room was fast becoming a war zone. "Seriously. What are you doing?" "Trying to find something to wear." I continued frantically searching my closet, now moving on the hats and other accessories. "Why?" She struggled to make her way to the bed, dodging stray hats, gloves, and scarves all along the way. Defeated, I brushed a hat off of the bed and sat down next to her. "Oh, that's right. I guess I didn't tell you." "Tell me what?" "I ran into Sid on my run and he invited us to go to lunch with him and some of the guys." Her eyes widened. "Some of the guys. As in, some of the Pens?" "Yes, silly goose, " I laughed. She jumped up and started off towards the door. "Hey, wait! I could use some assistance! I wasn't throwing my clothes all over the place because I felt like it."

"What about this?" She picked a deep purple long sleeve shirt from American Eagle off of the floor and held it up. "Yes, no?" "Yeah, I like that. And, hmm.. let's see." I began sorting through and rearranging the mess, looking for the perfect compliment to the shirt. "Aha, you hide from me no more." I could see her shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. "Don't you shake your head at me, missy." "Poor kid, doesn't even know he's in love with an escaped patient of the psych ward." "Funny. But seriously, scarf or no scarf?" I said, holding up a dark grey, almost black crocheted scarf. "That is the question." I added with a laugh. "Okay, you can stop with that now. And yes to the scarf." "Alright. And there's gloves and a hat somewhere around here that go with it. You're free to get ready now, thanks."

It was nearly an hour and half later and I was all ready, sprawled out on the couch, clutching my phone in my hands and staring at it intently. "If you're waiting for it to do a trick, hate to tell you this, but it's not going to happen." I shot her a dirty look and directed my attention back to my phone. Tick, tock, tick, tock. "Come on. Ring, just once. Please, baby." "Gonchar wrist shot. Blocked in front Malone fires it.." I flipped open my phone as quick as I could to read the message, but was sadly mistaken when it read, Jodi. "I hate you, you know that?" "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she managed to get out between laughs. The Penguins theme blasted through the apartment and I looked down to see, "Sidney," on the ID. Finally. "Hey." "Hey, we're done with practice. I'm sorry, but a bunch of the guys are riding with me. Would you mind meeting us there?" I could hear cat calls in the backround, then.. "Guys, shut up! Sorry." I couldn't help but laugh. "It's okay. And yeah, that's fine. Where should I meet you?" He told me where, and I picked myself up off the couch and headed for the door. "Cmon. Let's go."

til we aren't strangers anymore:: part four.

part four::

The sweet scent of the rink air surrounded us both as we began to skate around, side by side. "Mmm. There's nothing better than the smell of an ice rink." I said, taking a deep breath of the air. "That's for sure. So should I start the questioning?" "Sure." "How old are you?" "At the moment, 18. I'll be 19 in a month and seven days." He laughed, "Counting down the days, eh? So that makes your birthday.. January 20th?" "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. Yes." The smile I'd been wearing all night still hadn't faded, and with each passing second it had only grown bigger.

"Awesome. Where are you from?" "Johnstown, Pa. It's a little town about two hours east of here." "Ohh. Isn't there an ECHL team there, the Chiefs." "Yep," I replied, reminiscing on all of the great memories I had stored in my mind of my many Chiefs games. "Cool. Are you just in Pittsburgh for the night then?" His facial expression turned to one of disappointment. I didn't sweat it though because I knew that big goofy grin would only return to his face within a matter of seconds. "No. Actually I have an apartment here." Sure enough the beautiful smile regained it's rightful place on his lips as he stared over at me.

"Are we a college party girl then?" he teased. "Not yet. I decided to take a break from school and wait a year," I laughed. "What college are you going to once you start?" "University of Pittsburgh for Pediatrics." "Wow! You must have been a great student." "Well thank you," I replied sheepishly. By that point my face had changed to a light shade. "We go visit the Children's Hospital here once a year. It really puts you in a different state of mind and makes you realize how lucky you are. I think it's great that you want to help those kids," he said in a sincere tone. "Yeah. I love kids and it just seemed like the perfect career for me. Although when I was a senior I was torn. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go into Pediatrics at Pitt or Veterinary Medicine at Penn State. I will admit to one thing, even though I'm going to Pitt, I'll always be a Penn State girl." He simply smiled at me, then tried to speak, but was interrupted as we neared the runway.

"Hey Carrie. Would you mind if I went out with Jordan for a while?" "Not at all, but there is one slight problem." She apparently had forgotten whose car we drove to the game. "How am I getting back to my apartment?" "That's a good question, umm.."

[Jodi's P.O.V.]
Crap! Now what? I'd really like to go out and have some fun with Jordan, but I know how much it means to Carrie to stay and spend a little more time with Sidney. I'd like to see my best friend get to know the man of her dreams a bit better.

[Carrie's P.O.V.]
A puzzled look hit her face as she desperately searched for a way to make tonight work out for the both of us. My eyes roamed over to meet Sidney's, and I could tell that he didn't want to see me go yet. And to tell you the truth, I definitely did not want to leave just yet either. A few seconds later I watched an accomplished look spread over his face. He opened his mouth and spoke up hesitantly. "Um, if you want I could give you a ride home? That way you could stay a while longer and they can still go out. I mean, only if you want to." There was a hint of hope in his voice. "Are you sure it wouldn't be a problem?" "Not at all." "Alright then. Problem solved,"I smiled, and a grin found it's way back to his lovely face. "Cool. I'll call you later, kay?" "Yep." "Have fun kiddies. Behave yourselves," Jordan smirked, winking at Sid who was now blushing like mad. "Bye Carr! Bye Sid!" Jodi waved turning back to catch up with Jordan.

I still hadn't told Sid how much I appreciated his offer to take me home, so rather than ramble on and on I figured I'd express my thanks in a more meaningful way. I inched closer to him, unexpectedly wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. "Thank you so much Sidney." My actions must have taken him by surprise, but after a moment he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "It's no problem what-so-ever," he answered softly, his strong arms still holding me tightly.