(I promise this one will be longer)
I laid on the couch wishing I hadn't played. I just wanted Kelsey to come back.
"Hey God...uh yeah...it's me Sidney. Uh can you kinda do me a small favor and please try and get Kelsey back for me? Thanks."
Things all happened so fast. First, I get the news that the flu is going around, then, I act silly and get the flu. Now she hates me.
KELSEY'S POV
When I'm mad or upset, I usually go to Starbucks, but this time around, I needed to talk to Sidney.
"You awake yet?" I asked, entering his room.
"Kinda...I just woke up a few minutes ago." I nodded and sat on the end of his bed.
"I'm sorry."
"You wanna tell me why you're being so bossy?"
"Well...it's kinda a long story."
"I'm up for it." He yawned.
"Oh alright...I love you. Ok let me start off by saying that I had a boyfriend before I met you. We were close, like super close, and then things happened and I thought I was going to lose him."
"Awe come on now...that can't possibly be why you're being so protec-." He closed his eyes. Holy shit he's not dying!
"Sid! SIDNEY!" I shook him awake-or at least tried to. He wasn't waking up.
"Okay...you're just sleepy. I'll let you sleep." I got up and left the room sczred of what was going to happen next.
***
"K-Kelsey?" I sprang up and rushed to his side.
"What's up?"
"Why am I in here? We had a game today..."
"You kinda wonked out...but you're fine now. And yes. It was against the Blue Jackets. I'm sure your teammates are doing fine without you." What a duck move Kelsey! Now he freaking hates you! "Ignore that last part. What I meant was, was that the Penguins are doing just fine. You just relax. I promise everything's gonna be alright."
"Promise?" His eyebrows were raised.
"Promise."
***
I was back to ESPN by the following week.
"I thought you quit." Scott handed me a stack of injured/PUP players.
"Yeah...me too. Thanks for the fat-ass stack of papers." I smiled at him.
***
"Please pay attention! Miss Dixon I expect better from you." I snapped my head up.
"Oh sorry...I have a question," I flipped through my papers, "just what in the hell is wrong with Ovy? He semmed fine yesterday when I went to interview him."
"Ah that's a great question...I don't know. Maybe he wrecked himself?" I sat back in my chair and thought about Sidney.
I pondered at the thought. Maybe he did wreck himself, or something like that.
***
"You home?" I heard a voice call out.
"Yeah! In here!" It was Sidney.
I missed him these past few days, but he didn't look much better than before.
"Hi...."
"What's wrong? You look terrible."
"No sleep." What the actual fuck?! And he thinks I'm going to marry him?!
"Why?! Sit," I instructed.
"I was out. Playing hockey with my cousins." That's a total lie and he knows it.
"No, you were playing late-night hockey with yourself down at Console Energy. I know you Sidney." Creepy, but yet, in a way, yeah still creepy.
"Okay maybe I was....But then I'd go home and not sleep. I even drove up here." What is he thinking?!
"You've got only one more game left until your suspension is up! But, if you don't get any sleep, you'll wreck yourself! You'll hurt yourself! Do you think me or anyone else wants to see that?!" I corssed my arms.
"No, but you do need to calm down. I'll be fine. I'm driving back tonight." Oh the hell you are.
"No. Stay here. You can sleep in the guest bedroom."
My apartment, which was conviently located on 5th avenue and Times Square, was fairly large, with a view of the Giants, Yankees (I don't care for the Mets or Jets), and constant stream of fans for hockey and basketball, plus, two bedrooms, (one is the guest.) and a huge kitchen which is adjacent to the living room, and the master bathroom. I guess you could say I live in the penthouse suite.
"I've gotta be back tomorrow in time for practice." I'm not happy with this, but I can't do anything about it.
"Listen Sidney, I'm warning you. I'm warning you right now that you will get hurt due to lack of sleep. Please just listen to me for once?!"
"Oh like I've never listened to you before?! Kelsey, I'm fine. I'm going home in a bit, and practicing tomorrow to play on Sunday. You can't stop me. At all."
"Wait...what if-?"
"No. I'm tired of this shit. You wanna control someone so damn bad?! Control your brother." And with that, he left.
I was in tears as he got onto the elevator and left for Pittsburgh. This is it. Looks like we're done.
I never really wanted it to end this way. I mean, we weren't done for good no sir, but we were in a tight spot right at the moment and I just needed some time to think.
Tears were now streaming down my face as I looked out of the window. I wish I could be one of the happy New Yorkers walking down Fifth towards the arena or towards F.A.O. Schwartz, but instead, I'm crying like a baby over the potential break up.
