Chapter Two: Hypothetically Speaking of Course

Shout out to my first follower Liv! I'm so excited to finally have one. This chapter is for you! :)

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5 minutes later I was still standing in the middle of the airport feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. How did I not know it was Sidney Crosby whom I'd been talking to? I mean, I wasn't a super die hard fan, but I knew who he was. My younger brother was a huge fanatic and had often made me listen to him talk about Crosby's latest achievement or record breaking statistics. So to put it point blank...I knew who he was. I just...didn't realize it at the time. I guess loosing all sense of awareness is one of the effects that comes with taking medication to knock you out on a flight. I shook my head and started walking to the front of the airport again. It was dumb of me to be embarrassed about this; it wasn't like I would ever see him again. He was Sidney Crosby, and I was, Lexi Davis...the fresh out of university girl who got lucky with a job in Pittsburgh.

Which, I was grateful for by the way, just in case my pessimistic attitude made you think otherwise.

It was a 30 minute taxi ride over to my new apartment, which was conveniently located near the “Channel 7” news station which I would be working at. I heaved my suitcase out of the trunk, paid the ridiculously overpriced fair and pulled my keys out of my purse.

“Well, I guess this is home now.” I looked up at the tall building and took a deep breath. I was nervous as all hell right now, but I knew that this would be for the best. I needed a job and I needed money, something staying in Toronto would not have provided me with. I opened up the door to the building and started to the elevator. I looked around the vacant lobby and noticed the old peeling, yellow wallpaper and the ancient brown carpet on the floor. The lighting was dingy and the air smelt of dust. I guess that’s what you get for paying the measly rent I was going to pay. I knew what I was getting myself into, I had seen the apartment a month ago when I was last here, but it didn’t mean I was still completely unimpressed with it.

The ride up to the 20^th floor was quick and before I knew it, my key was in the door and I was inside the new place I would call home….or at least try to. I flicked on the lights and flopped onto my comfy couch. The apartment itself wasn’t completely horrible. I had attempted my lame handy woman skills and had tried to make it look more “me”. The walls were painted a deep purple to give the place a modern vibe which didn’t look bad against the white carpet. My black couch and armchair had been positioned with a glass coffee table and my TV looked much bigger on the new (but so inexpensive) armoire opposite of it. I had cleaned the bathroom for over a day the last time I was here polishing the silver fixtures and making the white tiles gleam in the lone light bulb that hung from the ceiling. My bedroom too was repainted and a few personal touches were added to make it more to make liking.

I stood up from my couch and walked into the kitchen. If there was one thing I was picky about regarding my living situation, it was the kitchen. I loved to cook and if I could say so myself, I was damn good at it. Why I had gotten involved with television instead of opening up my own restaurant was beyond my knowledge, but either way the kitchen was where I did my best thinking and was where I had quality me time (not to mention I was famished at the moment and needed something to eat). I opened the fridge as creative meal ideas flowed through my mind only to realize that…the fridge was empty.

Right. I hadn’t bought any food yet. I guess a pizza would have to do. I called the delivery guy, ordered my pizza and finished unpacking my last suitcase. I looked around the apartment and at last, felt somewhat satisfied. Maybe all would go well? I had to start being more positive, this whole angry Lexi thing wasn’t working out for me or my ego.

Soon enough, the pizza guy was here and once I had paid for my pizza, I brought it over to the couch and turned on the TV.

“In other hockey news, it looks like Sidney Crosby and the Pittsburgh Penguins will attempt to try and end the winning streak for the Detroit Redwings tomorrow night on visiting ice. We were talking with Crosby earlier and here is what he had to say about facing old rivals”

“It’s definitely always fun t-“

Never mind. I didn’t want to watch TV after all. The embarrassing situation this afternoon did not have to revisit me while I was having dinner.

He was really cute though….

Stop it Lexi! You didn’t even know this guy, yet you kept thinking about it. No, Lexi. He is way out of your league. You will probably never even see him again.

But Jordan did say he was flirting with you…

It was hypothetical of course. There was no way he was flirting with me. I refused to believe this. No, no and no. I was done having this conversation with myself. I got up from the couch, put the leftover pizza in the fridge and went to my bedroom. I got out of my jeans and t-shirt and put on some comfy sweats. After washing my face and brushing my teeth I got under my covers and stared at the stucco ceiling. This was a dangerous time….being left alone with my thoughts. I always over thought everything and had the tendency to analyze every single detail. Like the details of today.

This morning I had been in Toronto, and now I was in Pittsburgh. Within 20 minutes of my landing here I had managed to spill coffee over Sidney Crosby and make small talk with him, all while not realizing it was actually him? That seems just about right. Meanwhile though, our small talk may have turned into what some may call flirting and Jordan Staal called us out on that. And Jordan Staal obviously knows Sidney Crosby and probably knows secrets about him too, meaning that they are close friends, so Staal wouldn’t call Crosby out on something like that unless he had meant it.

So, hypothetically speaking of course, Sidney Crosby may have actually been into me?

Or he could have felt bad for me and thought I was a lost cause and a pathetic newcomer to this city. He may have wanted to make me feel good about myself?

Oh god, see this is what happens when you over think. You end up sounding like the biggest dumbass in the world. I had to stop thinking about all this nonsense and get ready for my first day at work tomorrow. I had to face the idea that Sidney Crosby probably wasn’t into me at all and this had all just been a serendipitous event.

Although, that could be me speaking hypothetically too, can’t it?

Chapter One: Welcome to Pittsburgh!

Hey all! So this is my first Sidney Crosby blog. I thought I would give this writing thing a chance and see how it goes! Enjoy!

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Ladies and gentlemen on behalf of myself and my crew we wish that you have a pleasant time here in Pittsburgh!

I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of the final comments coming from the pilot. I had always hated flying and this was definitely no exception. I had taken enough medication to knock me out completely so that my anxiety over flying wouldn't get the best of me. Flying was bad on most occasions, but on this one especially, I needed to be completely unaware of my surroundings. It wasn't that I wasn't excited about coming to Pittsburgh, it's just that I was, well...okay, so I wasn't thrilled AT ALL to be here. It was a new city in a new country with new people, a new home and a new job. Moving to Pittsburgh wasn't my original idea though. I had planned to get a job in Toronto, my home city; however, it seems like my degree in Radio and Television wasn't exactly in high demand. It was either that, or it was me who wasn't in high demand. I went to multiple interviews, but it seemed I "just wasn't what they were looking for". However, I did have "potential" and "it would only be days until a television station snatched me up".

Right...that's why I had to look beyond boarders for a job at a television station...in Pittsburgh. I grabbed my carry on from the compartment above my head and waited to exit the plane. I looked outside the small window and saw the light snow falling from the sky.

"Why couldn't this job be in the Dominican," I thought and zipped up my coat. Being from Canada, I was used to the cold weather, but it never meant I wanted to stay in it forever. I exited the plane and started walking to go and get my luggage. I had been here a month earlier sorting out my living situation and had shipped most of my personal belongings over, but I still had one more suitcase. What can I say, my wardrobe was slightly excessive. When I got to where the luggage was, there was already a crowd of people standing around. I hated airports. By the time you got your passport checked, went through security, waited for the plane, got on and off the plane and got your luggage, the total time probably amounted to more than the flight itself. Luckily though, I saw my traditional and overly stuffed black suitcase coming towards me. I squeezed between two teenage girls and tried to grab it so I could get out of here as soon as possible.

Did I mention I hated airports? The luggage was not in fact mine, so instead I waited to try and spot it. I stood anxiously behind the two girls who were now texting at a high rate and giggling amongst themselves.

"Liv! Dad just texted me and said the Pens are here!"

"Megs, the Penguins play hockey! Why would they be at an airport?"

"For the road trip! God Olivia, you are one of the dumbest people I have ever met!"

"Do you think we can find them and get some autographs?"

"Autographs? You know you only want Sidney Crosby's. Let's go find them and we will get mom to get our luggage."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Teenage girls could be so funny sometimes. Like the famous hockey player would even think about dating someone who wasn't even old enough to drive yet. I spotted my suitcase and began walking to the front of the airport to catch a taxi. I was walking my regular "walk with a purpose" speed and texting my parents to tell them I got here when I suddenly walked into multiple blinding lights. I looked up from my phone to see a small crowd of people taking out their phones to get pictures with the city's local heroes, or the Pittsburgh Penguins, as I would like to call them. People were flocking from all different directions like these men were all God incarnate. I rolled my eyes for the second time since I had gotten off the plane and tried to get by the crowd. I just wanted to get to my apartment and get organized. Plus, a nice warm cup of coffee wouldn't be bad either. I was a coffee girl through and through and coming to the States meant one thing...a severe lack of Tim Horton's locations.

I was just about to leave the airport when out of the corner of my eye I saw the traditional red sign and white cursive.

Lexi...ignore the smell. You want to get to the new place and get organized. This is no time for coffee.

Oh, who am I kidding. The end of the world couldn't stop me from getting a Timmy's, and considering I would probably have to settle for Dunkin' Donuts from now on, I decided this detour would be well spent. The line-up wasn't that long and in no time I was at the front of the line.

"Large double-double please", I asked the lady at the cash.

"$1.67 please," she replied.

I grabbed my wallet out of my purse and started looking for change. I managed to gather my loose change and slapped it on the counter in exchange for the most heavenly drink one could ask for. I immediately turned around and started walking, only to hit something hard in the chest. I felt my coffee spill all over my coat and hands.

"Shit."

"You're telling me," a deep voice replied.

I looked up and stared into liquid hazel eyes and a face that wasn't too happy at the moment. Despite the shadow casted by his Reebok baseball cap, you could tell the guy wasn't too pleased about the coffee spilled on his t-shirt. I quickly grabbed some napkins and started dabbing his shirt.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," he said, and I saw the frustration from his face diminish. I small smile replacing it instead.

"No. I do worry. I haven't been 10 minutes in this city yet and already I am causing chaos."

"You know, my mom always said don't cry over spilled milk, so I guess you could say the same thing about coffee."

I smiled and stopped dabbing. "Can you at least let me buy you a t-shirt or something so you don't walk around smelling like a Tim Horton's coffee?"

"Trust me, I don't mind smelling like Tim Horton's. It's a welcome change from that Dunkin' Donuts crap they have here."

I smiled again. "You're telling me. So I am assuming you are Canadian then. Only someone from Canada would walk around smelling like Tim Hortons."

He laughed. "Yeah. I'm from Nova Scotia. So if it's not fish I want to smell like, then Tims is the way to go. Are you from around there too?"

"Toronto." I replied. "Look, you have to let me buy you a new shirt." The coffee stain was smack in the middle of his white shirt.

"Okay fine," he said reluctantly. We began walking to nearest souvenir airport shop.

"So, what's your name?", he asked while breaking the small silence.

"Lexi. It's short for Alexandra. And yours?" I saw a small hesitation cross his face but he soon replied, "Sidney."

I smiled and walked into the store. Over in the corner there was a pile of t-shirts. I saw a couple Pittsburgh Steelers shirts and a variety of Penguins ones too. From what I could tell, there were no plain white ones.

"Well, Sidney, you can choose from the Steelers or Penguins t-shirts."

"I think I will go with the Penguins one. They are a pretty good team don't you think?"

I laughed. "Can't say I agree with you there. I bleed blue. It's a Toronto thing."

He cringed his brows together and chuckled. "A Leafs fan? I'm slightly disappointed by this!"

"Shut up and let me pay for your shirt," I playfully said and went to cash. Already I was putting a dent into my empty bank account. As I was paying I looked over at Sidney who was amusing himself with the fridge magnets. Why did he look so darn familiar? The hazel eyes, tousled brown hair and light complexion were flashing some light bulbs in my head, but I couldn't' put a finger on this guy though. I shrugged off my hunch and finished paying the cashier.

"There you go," I said and handed over the t-shirt to Sidney. It had the traditional Penguin's logo on it in white font against the rest of the black shirt. "Enjoy."

He took it from me and smiled, "Thanks." We stood there awkwardly looking at each other, waiting for someone else to say something.

"Hey Sidney! Sidney!," a blonde man interupted, who I recognized as none either as Jordan Staal. He was walking towards Sidney and I smiling. "Will you quit flirting and get your stuff? We have got a flight to catch!"

Sidney rolled his eyes and turned to me. "Thanks again Lexi. I'll see you around? Or are you just visiting?"

"I just moved here." I muttered a "sadly" afterwards, but I don't think Sidney heard.

"Then maybe I will see you around. Here's my - "

"SIDNEY! Get your ass over here now," an angry Jordan Staal came over and grabbed Sidney. Why was Jordan Staal coming over to grab him? That's weird. Sidney gave an apologetic wave, clearly forgetting what he was about to say, and ran to stand over with a bunch of other guys. I saw some familiar faces like Max Talbot and Marc-Andre Fleury. Hmm....that's really weird.

"So, how do you know Sidney Crosby," the guy at the cash asked me with his eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner.

"Huh?" I started walking away when suddenly it hit me like a brick wall.

Hazel eyes. Brown hair. Knows Jordan Staal and other members of the Penguins. Plays hockey. Is going on a road trip. Thinks the Penguins are a good hockey team. Sidney.

"Oh God," I moaned as the realization came to me.

I had been talking to Sidney Crosby, the face of the NHL for the past 20 minutes and I didn't even realize it.

"Nice one Lexi. Dad is so right. You are the dumbest brunette he has ever met."