I felt bad for Sidney. I mean, it's not like he's gonna be so dumb to the point where he gets the flu...right? Or am I wrong?
SIDNEY'S POV
I walked into the practice facilities praying, and hoping, that I wasn't going to catch the flu, or whatever it was that was going around. But I'm smarter than this.
I really shouldn't be here anyways...but...Kelsey isn't here, or else she'd be all like 'You are to stay home. What did I tell you before?!' And she'd yell at me because she's Kelsey. That's all she's used to.
"Hey Sid." I looked around and found Khris.
"Hey what's up?" He shrugged.
"Nothing much. I came to get a puck for my niece. She's turning 18 and loves hockey. But then I'm going home because I'm sick. Please don't come too close to me. Kelsey'll rip my head off. She already hates me." I smirked.
"No she doesn't. She hates Brandon."
He walked in as if he were cued to come in.
"What," he asked.
"Oh nothing," I muttered.
***
I hit a few slapshots into the bleachers, but then sat down on the bench. I was sweating buckets.
"Hey Sid. You look...beat. And why are you here? Coach'll yell at you." I shrugged.
"Nah. Just say you needed me to help you with a drill and we're fine." Brandon looked a little bit worried.
"You sure? Why don't you go on home? You look tired."
I was, but it was from slapping the damn puck too hard. "Nah. I'm fine," I replied.
I sat in the locker room until Khris came back.
"Oh hey. Did she like the puck?" He shrugged.
"I dropped it off. Her dad hates me." I nearly lost it.
"He does?! Why?! Of course you idiot, he likes the Flyers." I punched him in the arm.
"Ow," he joked. "Sorry." He got up, laughing.
"That's for you not listening to me when I told you to stay away from me earlier."
***
By the time I got home, I was laying on the couch with a blanket over me.
I had the tv on, but at a low volume since I was kinda tired. It was some rerun of some show.
"I got tickets to the Knicks game!"
"Ooh can I bring Deac and the guys?"
"No! It's through work."
KELSEY'S POV
Work was boring today since I had no news to report or cover. "Hey Scott, can I clock out now? I'll just work from home." He looked up as if someone had just said something.
"What? Oh, sure. Go ahead." I grabbed my stuff and left.
***
"Hi Sidney! I'm home," I called out.
"In here!" I followed the sound of his voice.
"What hap-? Did you go to the rink?! Sidney...I told you not to! Now you're going to get sick. But I can't be mad at you forever." I felt his forehead. "You're burning up Sidney. Please tell me you didn't touch anyone who was sick?!" I knelt down next to him.
"No...not really. Khris was at practice, but he left. He had a family thing to go to." I stood up.
"Well I'm here for a while. So...holler if you need anything." I brushed some hair out if his face and kissed his forehead before leaving.
SIDNEY'S POV
I felt bad for getting sick, although this means I can sleep for as long as I want without waking up. I will feel awesome!
"Hey Sid, my mom just called and wants to know when we decided to get married." Oh shit.
"I-I don't know. Tell her we don't have a date yet." I settled back into sleep.
A few hours later, I woke up not exactly well-rested, but well enough to sit up. "How are you feeling?" I laid back down very slowly.
"Ill...but I'll be just fine thanks." She sat on the other end of the couch.
"Look Sidney...I'm sorry for what coach said, but you need to know when enough is enough! I love you...but I care about you. In a relationship two people care about each other. I want to be that kind of relationship but we're not. I don't want to see you get hurt! But yet, you think 'ah screw the rules. I've got better things to do. Play hockey,'." Was she being serious?
"Okay, you're the one who's afraid of getting hurt next weekend. And all of a sudden you're scared if I get hurt? I'm sorry, but that's just so dumb."
"Let me get this straight. I'm not allwoed to care about you, but you're allowed to care about me?! Sidney, that's just so fucking stupid!"
"I'm sorry that I get tackled and slammed into boards every night and get hurt occasionally, but I do. So if you don't like it-."
"No, you're right. I intervened and screwed up your hockey career. I knew re-marrying was a terrible idea," she muttered.
"That's not wha-." But by then, she had left.
KELSEY'S POV
I stared at my phone. Either Vincent or Blake. So I called Vincent.
"Hello?"
"Uh hi Vinny...um can we uh talk?"
"Hey Dixon. What's up?"
"I'm kinda in a bad spot with Sidney. Can I come over?"
"No. I'm sick." All the more reason to come see you, you bastard.
"Oh you caught the flu too?"
"No. I've got a fever. The thermometer reads...103. So stay away from me."
"Oh ok. Sorry and feel better."
So he was out. Next, I called Blake.
"Hi," I said with a shaky breath.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"I'm kinda in a bad spot with Sidney. C-can I come over?"
"Of course. You know I'm always here for you even when he isn't." I let those words sink in.
