No Work. All Play.
An Agreement
The boys had an early game in LA, so we had practice at 9! We’re used to practicing at 10 or 11. But with the 3 hour age difference, it felt like 5 or 6 am. My whole system is out of whack because of this trip. While they were on the ice, I got to sneak into the boy’s dressing room. “Alright, so I am in the Penguins dressing room here in LA. So the boys are on the ice and I’m gonna show you what we have in here. I’m a very good snoop.” I laughed as I wondered through the large room.
I heard someone coming in the room. “Crap!” I said, running and ducking for cover. It was Jordan coming in singing “Party In The USA”. He was followed by Marc-Andre who was yelling, “Are you gonna shut up soon? You’ve only been singing that since we got here!” It’s true. “Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign-“ “Jordan, shut the fuck up!” Flower said throwing a towel at him. “Calm your nuts, there’s a lady in here!” I yelled. “Are you stalking us now?” Marc asked. “Or do you wanna see us naked?” Max winked as he came in too. “No, I was filming.” “Oh,” they all said. “Yeah, and we caught Jordan’s dancing all on tape!” I laughed. “Oh shit.”
“Why you look so scared Staalzy?” Sidney asked coming in. “they caught him singing and dancing on video!” Flower laughed as he sat down, laughing hysterically. “You have got to show me that after,” he whispered in my ear. “Most definitely.” I smiled back. I left the dressing room and waited on the team bus. When they all crowded on the bus we talked amongst ourselves until we got back to the hotel. I made my way to Sidney’s room. He opened the door in shorts and a Penguins hoodie. He looked so cute!
“You look so comfy!” I said as I gave him a hug. “Do I?” “You do,” I said as I sat down on one of the beds that were in his room. He came around on the other side and pulled me down onto his chest. “You feel comfy too,” I smirked. “So I was thinking about how we’re official now and that we need to,” I cut him off by saying, “keep it to ourselves,” “Exactly. We can’t be obvious and we can’t show how we truly feel about each other in public or on camera.” “Your right.” “But that doesn’t mean we can’t hang out in public.” He said nuzzling his nose into my hair, “your hair smells good.” “Thanks. So does your sweater.” “You want it?” he asked? “But it’s yours and your wearing it,” he leant up and took it off. “Not anymore.” He placed it on me. It was so cute.
After a couple of hours in his room talking I had to leave. I was wearing his hoodie too. I was praying no one would see me come out of his room or wearing his hoodie. “Nice sweater Britt!” TK yelled down the hall. “Thanks!” I yelled back. Close call. Before the game I had changed into my professional clothes and got on the bus with the guys. Once settled at our station in the arena back near the dressing rooms, Sidney came over. “Good luck tonight Crosby,” I shouted over. “Thanks, you too!” He yelled back walking over, “where’s my pre-game hug?” he asked. I could get used to this.
I heard someone coming in the room. “Crap!” I said, running and ducking for cover. It was Jordan coming in singing “Party In The USA”. He was followed by Marc-Andre who was yelling, “Are you gonna shut up soon? You’ve only been singing that since we got here!” It’s true. “Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign-“ “Jordan, shut the fuck up!” Flower said throwing a towel at him. “Calm your nuts, there’s a lady in here!” I yelled. “Are you stalking us now?” Marc asked. “Or do you wanna see us naked?” Max winked as he came in too. “No, I was filming.” “Oh,” they all said. “Yeah, and we caught Jordan’s dancing all on tape!” I laughed. “Oh shit.”
“Why you look so scared Staalzy?” Sidney asked coming in. “they caught him singing and dancing on video!” Flower laughed as he sat down, laughing hysterically. “You have got to show me that after,” he whispered in my ear. “Most definitely.” I smiled back. I left the dressing room and waited on the team bus. When they all crowded on the bus we talked amongst ourselves until we got back to the hotel. I made my way to Sidney’s room. He opened the door in shorts and a Penguins hoodie. He looked so cute!
“You look so comfy!” I said as I gave him a hug. “Do I?” “You do,” I said as I sat down on one of the beds that were in his room. He came around on the other side and pulled me down onto his chest. “You feel comfy too,” I smirked. “So I was thinking about how we’re official now and that we need to,” I cut him off by saying, “keep it to ourselves,” “Exactly. We can’t be obvious and we can’t show how we truly feel about each other in public or on camera.” “Your right.” “But that doesn’t mean we can’t hang out in public.” He said nuzzling his nose into my hair, “your hair smells good.” “Thanks. So does your sweater.” “You want it?” he asked? “But it’s yours and your wearing it,” he leant up and took it off. “Not anymore.” He placed it on me. It was so cute.
After a couple of hours in his room talking I had to leave. I was wearing his hoodie too. I was praying no one would see me come out of his room or wearing his hoodie. “Nice sweater Britt!” TK yelled down the hall. “Thanks!” I yelled back. Close call. Before the game I had changed into my professional clothes and got on the bus with the guys. Once settled at our station in the arena back near the dressing rooms, Sidney came over. “Good luck tonight Crosby,” I shouted over. “Thanks, you too!” He yelled back walking over, “where’s my pre-game hug?” he asked. I could get used to this.
7/29/13