Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby)

Pittsburgh Penguins vs Washington Capitals

Marilynn was really excited for today with noticeable pep in her step.

"Oh my God, what if we see Sidney Crosby?" She squeals, shaking her arms in short, quick little bursts.

"We are going to see him. He's one of the players. The captain.." I say in a tone that makes her seem like the dumb one.

As to what other people say, I have no or a dangerously low self-esteem.

I got 99 problems and being skinny would solve at least 30 of them, but the rest of them are because I'm ugly. I'm 5'2, 21 years old, 165 pounds, and just not one of those girls guys like.

I am just not, never was, never will be, good enough. I've accepted that, so it's okay.

"Well, yeah I know we'll see him during the game, but what about after?" She asks, raising her eyebrows suggestively, the usual shine blinding my green eyes.

"I would rather not get arrested for stalking, " I said, pushing my thoughts away.

"It's not stalking. It's asking for an autograph."

"You can get your autograph, but I wanna watch the game."

"Whatever! I'm gonna get me some of dat CrosBAE."

Marilynn was so pretty with her big brown eyes, long lashes and dirty blonde hair.

My eyes are somewhat medium size and only one eye has long eyelashes. I hope it's not noticeable.

We are wearing matching outfits. Over-sized, light blue Sidney Crosby jerseys and dark blue skinny jeans, along with light blue Converse.

Pale eye shadow with eyeliner on tops, and coal black eyelashes complimented our features.

"You really need to lighten up and have some fun! High school, college, school in general is over and gone! Don't worry about bitches."

I roll my eyes. "Easy for you to say. You had everything I always wanted in high school."

She scoffs. "Like what?"

"Silence in the hallway."

She looks away as we approach the seating area. I look at all the people here to watch the game.

"Come on! Let's get to our seats!" Marilynn exclaimed, taking my hand.

We ran through the aisles of seats until we found ours. Right behind the glass. We sat down on the cushioned seats and waited for the game to start. Marilynn abruptly turns to me.

"So, do you want to talk about his ass?"

I look over at her, confused and slightly startled.

"What?" I ask, laughing.

"Sid! You know, Golden Boy with the Golden Buns?"

"Oh my gosh, Marilynn. How much you bet that his family is sitting somewhere close?"

Hearing that, she turned around and shouted, "I love Sidney Crosby! If you are of any relation, I will soon become one of you!"

I punch her arm. "Are you crazy?"

"Ouch! Calm down, Biceps!"

I look away, slightly annoyed.

"Hannah. We're 21 and little do you know, we are allowed to have fun." She said, smiling.

"And that, this?" She says, pointing to the hockey rink in front of us, "That's fun."

I look away, shaking my head and hiding my face. Marilynn grabs my hand and waves it around.

"HEY EVERYONE, THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND. WOOO!"

"I'm gonna fucking slap you, and don't think I won't." I say, almost laughing.

She laughs too. "Glad you're having fun."

I shake my head, smirking, and turn towards the rink. She smiles, turning away. I sigh as I think about Sidney.

He is kinda cute. I think to myself.

I shake my head and purse my lips, not wanting to think about something so silly.

Why think about someone you can't have? It just causes you pain, and it's such a complete waste of time. It hurts so much to want something you can't have, so I'm not even going to get involved with feelings.

Feelings are dicks.