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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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."
