My Sister, Your Girl

I arrive in the city of Pittsburgh on a late Friday night. I breathe in the cool air of the winter night. I check into the hotel room I’m staying in for the next few nights while I try to find a place. I look out the window at the beautiful city, which I will be calling home. I have a busy day tomorrow looking for someone very important, so I climb into my overly large king size bed and drift silently to sleep with the landscape of the gorgeous lit up city starring at me through the massive oversized window.

The next morning I woke up again to the sun beaming through the huge wall sized window. I got changed into something casual and comfortable: light wash jeans, a loose V-neck t-shirt, and a flowy gray cardigan. I roughly curl my long hair with my curling wand and run my hands through it messily. I apply a small amount of foundation and lock up my temporary room. I hop into a taxi, which takes me to a car-hiring place. I sold all my belongings from back home in Maine and have more then enough money to by a new car. I was going to drive a rental car for a while until I found something I liked. Consol Energy Centre read the massive sign on the highway I was driving on. It wasn’t a long way from my hotel. I was an independent girl and I certainly never needed the person I am going to visit up until now. I still don’t need them but I thought its time I finally showed them that I do exist. Considering they have no idea I am alive, they can’t really come to visit me. Life in Maine was getting boring, especially when everything was handed to me on a silver plater. My parents gave me numerous amounts of money to start a life here.

I park outside of the massive arena. I walk inside taking in the not familiar surroundings. Everywhere I looked, his face, or body, or name was highly and overly advertised. I looked through merchandise stores and wondering around before running into a security guard.
“Can I help you?” He questioned.
“Uh, um,” I crocked. I stiffened my back and replied, “Yes, I am looking for someone actually. Care if you help me out?”

The security guard led me down the stairs and through the corridors. This was quiet intimating since it looked to be a very high place to be. I didn’t fully understand the exact importance of where I was but I knew it was a privilege to be there. Vistors locker room. I passed a sign then another one. Penguins Gear Room. And another. Showers. Until the security guard finally stopped at the door. I looked at his nametag,
“Thank you Peter.”
“No problem Miss.” He says politely and leaves. I look at the sign on the door, which reads Penguins locker room. The chatter behind the door is loud and overpowering. I take a deep breath and compose myself before knocking on the door and letting myself in. The hollering lowers down before there is only a few soft mumbles filling the room. I look around at the many still fully equipped men staring at me. I cough to break the silence and clear my throat.
“Um, sorry if I interrupted,” I raise a hand in apology. “My names Camellia.” I purposely don’t announce my last name as of yet.
Now I have the attention of what looks like the coach and assistant coaches or other people of importance to the team.
“Um, can I please talk to James Neal
A couple of the boys whistle and James looks up from unlacing his skates. He looks confused as to why I said his name. I stay silent as he points at himself with his thumb. I nod my head and he stands up and walks over to me.
“Maybe we should go outside for this.” I suggest and he nods agreeing with me still looking extremely scared and nervous.
“Okay-“ I start before he cuts me off.
“If your pregnant, im sorry but I don’t remember you, at all, I have slept with a lot of women on the road, and I will pay for child’s support but just please don’t ruin my career.” He blurts.
I shake my head, “No, no! That not it at all, ew.” I say.
He looks at me confused.
“Im Camellia Neal. Nice to meet you.”
“Wait what? Did you just say Neal?”
I nod my head. “James Neal, im your sister.”
His mouth drops. Im worried. Extremely worried. His reaction doesn’t seem to be showing anger or happiness as of yet, but that can change in a matter of second once what I just told him fully processes.
“Sister?” He asks again.
“Sister.” I nod.
“Wow.” He mutters.
“Im not here for anything. Im not here for your money, which I have heard you have more then enough of, im just here to let you know that I exist. That you have a sister. I am not worried if you don’t want to see me again or if you want me to stay quiet to the press, its just I thought you had the right to know.”
He shocks me with embarrassing my body into a tight hug.
“Wow.” He says again holding my shoulders firmly in his grip.
“I have a sister.” He says quietly.
His face is still shocked until the corner of his lip starts to curve and turns to a bright smile. The lip curl is also a very known trademark of mine and its exciting to see my brother does the same thing.
“I have a friggen sister!” He yells grabbing my hand and dragging me into the locker room bursting back through the doors. Many of the now shirtless guys stop what they are doing and star as James and me. His face is all excitement and he is grabbing onto my hand tightly. He realizes his grip and slings an arm over my shoulder. He looks at me briefly then announces loud and clear.
“Boys! This is my sister! Camellia Neal.”
“Hi guys.” I wave shyly.
All of there mouths drop and slowly raise their hands to give me a small wave.

Notes

a/n new story! 1 vote for the next part