Fire on Ice (Sidney Crosby Fanfic)

Dream

For the rest of the night they're all friendly to me and engage me in their conversation. Even Giselle. When I leave with Christina I actually get a couple legitimate hugs, not counting the one from Sidney, even though I can't shake the impression that he gives great hugs, and I admit to myself that I had a good time. In the car Christina cranks up the radio to a rock station and we end up screaming more than singing to Take It on the Run by REO Speedwagon.

"Man, I'm sorry if you had a shit night," Christina sighs.

I shake my head, "It wasn't that bad."

"Really?"

I nod my head. "It was fine."

"Good! I don't have to feel bad. You can give me that stinking hoodie and I'll give it to Beau so he can return it."

I forgot I was wearing Sidney's hoodie. "Oh yeah! I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"They're going away for four days, you have like a week to punch it repeatedly until your anger is out."

I laugh. I seriously might take her up on that. When I drop her off I drive myself straight home. I throw the jersey into the washer along with the hoodie and take a shower. I practically spend the whole shower trying to figure out why Sidney spilled the orange juice on me and then gave me his hoodie. I assume he's just an asshole that didn't want to end up feeling bad. I go to bed and fall asleep pretty quickly.

I'm in a room with Christina and she has a long blonde wig on that she's trying to yank off, but she can't because it's glued to her head. She's crying really hard and I'm trying to make her calm down. Then Beau comes carrying an ax and Christina stops crying when she sees him and puts her head on the table in front of us. I start screaming because I think he's going to cut her head off, Sidney is suddenly there holding me back from running to Christina's rescue. I kick him and punch him but he keeps on grabbing me. Then I'm in a red bathroom with Sidney and he's not wearing clothes. He sits me on the counter and suddenly I'm not wearing clothes either. Sidney's dick is like blue or something. We start making out and things get too intense too quickly.

I wake up and throw the pillow I was hugging at the ground. What the fucking hell?! I did not just have a sex dream about Sidney Crosby. I get out of bed and take a long shower. I spend the rest of the day trying to forget about the fucking dream but it's not working. In the end I call Christina and tell her about it, but the fact that she puts the, "Maybe you have a crush on him," though into my head doesn't help. I deny any possibility of liking Sidney Crosby even in a friendly way.

"Why the hell was his dick blue?" I scream.

"I dunno, maybe because it's your favorite color."

"What the fuck?"

"I don't know, maybe you want to have sex with him?"

"I'm gonna hang up on you."

"Okay," Christina laughs, "Go have more Crosby sex dreams."

I hang up on her without another word and resolve to watching TV until I fall asleep. The likelihood of me having feelings for Sidney is negative. I keep on reminding myself. It's just crazy. And what the hell was that dream? It was so fucking weird. I've never had a dream like that before. I don't ever want to think about him that way again. The first time that I see Christina I give her the hoodie back. I don't want anything to do with him.

When Beau isn't with Christina, she is actually a lot better to be around. I mean, I like being around her no matter what, it's just that their love things make me awkward. They also probably make me feel a little lonely. I haven't dated anyone in a couple months, and it's not that there hasn't been anyone. It's just that I'm tired of the same old thing. I know it's not going to last and there isn't anyone I actually want to waste my time on. My motto is starting to be waiting until I see someone and at that exact moment know it's going to be him. I'm done with pointless relationships.