Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 7 - Le Starbucks

I park my truck in the Starbucks' parking lot, taking one last look in the mirror.

Well, fuck.

My face is still here.

When will a Greek God help me with a very rough transformation?

I sigh as I open my door and step out, eyeing my red shoes.

My thighs are going to disgust him. This date is going to be a fucking buttfuck.

He is never going to like me.

I step up and onto the sidewalk that leads me to the frozen coffee shop.

I open the door and peer inside. No sign of Sid. I sigh as I sit down in a booth next to a window.

I guess I'm just going to have to wait. I might be early.

I pull out my phone. Actually, I am early.

I let out a relieved sigh.

It's 1:53. I lean back and decide if he's not here by 2:10, I'm leaving.

From then on, I became very anxious.

Every time the little ding from the door would go off, I would look to see if it was Sid.

It was now 2:00.

He has 10 more minutes.

*Sid's Point of View*

I sit back in my car, frustrated, as the officer takes his sweet ass time.

I can't believe I did this. I wasn't going that fast.

I look into the rear view mirror to see the officer standing at his car looking at my license and registration.

I huff as I turn my head to the clock.

Two o' fucking five?

You've got to be fucking with me.

I spot the officer heading back to me.

I make direct eye contact with him.

"Why were you in such a rush Son?"

"I am late for a date, and now even later." I spat.

"Well, I'm just going to give you a warning for now, but next time, don't count on it Mr. Superstar. Enjoy your date." He smirks and I pull out, making my way to the Starbucks' as quickly as the law allows.

*Hannah's Point of View*

Well that's it. I even gave him an extra 5 minutes. I really am too nice.

Huh.

I pick myself up from my seat, mad as hell.

I sure did put in a lot of preparation for sitting in a Starbucks and looking like a fucking loner!

Well, thank you Mr. Sidney Patrick Crosby, but I am done with you.

I push open the door and walk to my truck, but am stopped in mid step.

A flashy sports car convertible pulls up in a parking space. I see nicely cut spiky, dark brown hair and a snappy pair of designer sunglasses make it's way out of the drivers seat.

I am stopped dead in my tracks as I see blue jeans and a sweatshirt advance towards me.

Sidney.

He stands in front of me and I am shocked, and completely speechless for once.

He takes off his sunglasses and his piercing brown eyes take me by surprise.

"Hey. I'm sorry I am, uh, I was late. I see you're about to leave. Uh." He looks down, unsure of what to say.

I speak up.

"It's okay. Wanna make up over coffee?" I ask, smiling to let him know that it's okay.

He looks up and smiles.

I smile too.

We walk into Starbucks after each other through the one push door.

We stand at the register to take our order. I order first.

"Medium Caramel Frappe with Extra Caramel."

I felt like a fat pig as the word "extra" came out of my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up. I look at Sid who was beginning to order.

"I'll have the same." He says.

Him? The same?

After a few more seconds of punching some buttons on the screen, the cashier says, "Okay. $13.55."

I pull out my wallet and slip out a $20. I look up to hand it to her, but Sidney already had handed her his Visa card.

I look up at him surprised. He smirks at me.

Our drinks come shortly after I put my money back in my wallet.

We sat down where I was originally. Oh the memories in this seat that were made not even 10 minutes ago. AH GOOD TIMES...

I take a sip of my coffee.

"Again, I'm really sorry I was late." He says making me look up at him.

"Oh. It's fine."

"No it's not. I bet you felt great, sitting here alone."

What does he care? Wait.

Does he care?

"No um, it's just—I thought you stood me up."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He replies.

I smile.

"You didn't have to pay. I'm going to pay you back." I say, looking down to get my wallet. I pull out the $20.

Sidney stares at me and says nothing.

He snatches my coffee from across the table. He barely had to move with that wingspan. Damn, those arms.

"What the hell?" I say, sticking my hand out.

"Give me that."

"Nope. Not until you put that $20 away."

"No. You need to be paid."

"I am. Every hockey game."

"I mean it."

"I will seriously drink both of these and not think twice about it."

I stare at him and sigh.

I put back my $20 and stuck out my hand.

Sidney gave me back my coffee, but not before taking a quick sip of it. He slides it over to me.

"Wait. Give me that back." He says, with puppy dog eyes and an outstretched arm.

"Oooh no. You're not getting it back."

"Yours tastes better than mine."

"Oh shut up."

He pouts and slightly sticks out his bottom lip, making his face scrunch up.

I giggle.

He smiles at me, taking a long drink from his coffee.

He took out his straw and sucked all the extra coffee and whipped cream out of it.

He tipped his cup and drank and when he sat the cup down I laughed at him. He had whipped cream on his nose and everywhere. He wiped his cheek and eyebrow and stuck it in his mouth. Then he stuck his finger on the tip of his nose and pretended to eat what was there, but quickly stuck it on my nose instead. I gasped and smiled. I ate the whipped cream off my finger.

"Come on! Let me show something." He said. I get up, following him.