No Work. All Play.
Goodbye Pittsburgh
Our last day in Pittsburgh. I for one am devastated to be leaving but what more could I do? We’re in May and I’m ready to go back to Toronto, but I’m not ready to leave everyone from Pittsburgh. After a very emotional goodbye to everyone at Pens TV, I don’t think I could handle saying goodbye to the guys, especially Sidney. Since I had only rented out the house that I was living in for the year, I had to pack up everything of mine, baisically my kitchen supplies (for the most part), my clothes, my personal belongings and my sheets.
I was sitting in the middle of my guest room cleaning up my linen closet when I heard a car door slam shut. “Here comes trouble.” I mumbled under my breath when I noticed a string of cars following. Next thing I knew, someone was trying to swing open my door that was locked. “Open up!” I heard Max yell. It was a bright and beautiful day, the wind was perfect and all my windows were open. I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked. “We have come to help the packrat move,” Sidney replied. “I am not a packrat! But you guys are more than welcome to help me pack,” I finished saying as I hugged them all.
“Britt, we’ve seen your desk, you’re a packrat,” Jordan said. “Am not!” “You’re the only person I have ever seen with the randomest shit on their desk,” Max argued back. “You have a chocolate bar with Posh Spice on it in your desk. And it’s from 1999!” Sidney said. “2000, nice try!” I replied laughing, “how it hasn’t gotten nasty beats me,” “Your gross,” Jordan spat. “Coming from the guy who still has a used condom on his bathroom floor and it’s been there since January,” I shot back. All the boys screamed in disgust. “Bro, even I don’t have that,” Max laughed. “But you do have a bag of porn you bring on every road trip,” “Well Flower-“ “Do not say it!” he warned. “Do I even wanna know?” I looked up to Sidney as he threw his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “No, you really don’t wanna know,” he smirked.
“Guys, we’re here to help my girlfriend, not clean out each other’s closets,” Sidney said, “Or come out of the closet,” Max joked, making the guys, except Flower, who had a pissed off look on his face, and myself, who had no clue, laugh. “Seriously. I need your help,” I whined wanting to know. “What do you need princess pack rat?” Jordan asked. “Watch it Frankenstein. All right, I need my kitchen packed up. Max, Marc and Jordan, can you please pack up my silverware and all that stuff? And yes Flower, if you find food you can eat it. Sid, you can help me with the linen closet.” “Ou! Siddy’s going upstairs!” Max hollered. Sidney just smirked and flipped them off.
After getting my guest room emptied out, I needed to work my closet. “Honey, can you please pass me that box on top, I can’t reach it,” I asked getting on my tip toes trying to reach a box. Sidney got up off the floor beside my bed and took it down with ease. “There ya go shorty,” “Oh shut up,” “What, no thank you?” he teased. “Thank you.” I took a seat across from Sidney, who was folding up my winter clothes and putting them in their designated boxes. “When do you head back home?” I asked him. “In a few weeks. I just gotta finish making sure everything I’ve been working on is finished until I can go home,” “Oh, that’s nice,”
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Yeah.” I gulped, knowing how uncomfortable we get while we discuss it. “I’m gonna miss you,” I said. “Me too. But we’ll try and see each other. Besides, your coming to the NHL awards aren’t you?” “Yeah, I guess.” “Britt, we’ll see each other, don’t worry,” “I know, but it still sucks.” “I know. I guess we’ll have to sext and have Skype sex now,” “Oh my God.” “Well when you think about it, you actually got to go with your hockey player boyfriend on all his road trips and get to be with him most of the time. We spent every minute with each other when we were both at work.” “I know babe.” “God I’m gonna miss you… And I’m gonna miss that bra your holding,” he licked his lips.
Sidney tried to grab the bra from me, “Sidney I have to pack,” “Can’t you just pack me in the box instead?” he said pulling me onto his body as he layed on his back, trying to get the bra that was behind my back. At the same time the three boys came into the doorway to the room and saw us. “Oh God,” Jordan cringed. “Ou! Look what we have here,” Max said, grabbing the bra before Sidney could. “Hey, no fair! I was tryna get that!” Sidney said frustrated as I got off of him to try and get my bra back. “Max, give it. I need to pack,” “Nu uh!” he waved it infront of me. “Sucker!” Flower said, as he grabbed it from Max’s hand. Just as Marc-Andre got it, Jordan grabbed it and held it up high, “Who wants to be Frankenstein now?” “Can I please have my bra back?” I whined laughing. “Yeah, why are you touching my girlfriends bra?” Sidney asked. “Ew your right!” Jordan threw it at him like a 10 year old boy who touched one for the very first time. “I grabbed it back from Sidney. “Thank you,” What immature boys.
After a day of packing, everything but the clothes I was wearing and the clothes I was wearing tomorrow was packed. Everything was in boxes and in my car. Saying goodbye (for now) to the boys was pretty sad and I was getting emotional. For our last night Sidney took me out to a nice dinner, and we went home and well, you know. Waking up to Sidney was perfect, except I had to leave. I looked over at the clock and knew that I had to eat and leave. I kissed Sidney to wake him up. “Morning baby,” he mumbled softly. “Morning.” “What time is it?” “9.” “You have to go?” “Yeah,” “I’ll eat you first,” “What?” He then broke out of his sleepy, three-year old like state, and clued into what he just said. “I mean, I get you something to eat first.” “Though you know you wouldn’t mind eating me before I left.” “Indeed.” He smirked.
After a shower and eggs, it was time to leave. The sun was out and it was a gorgeous spring day. “I want you to call me when you get home.” “Okay, I will.” “Give me a hug,” “Okay,” I pouted. “Oh, whipe that pout off your face” “Kiss it off?” I asked him. His kiss instantly made me smile. “have a safe drive home, okay? I love you.” “I love you too.” “And call me.” “I will,” I laughed as we kissed one final time. He opened my car door and helped me in like the gentlemen he is. “I love you,” “I love you too.” And to Toronto I drove, tears in my eyes the whole time. I thought the distance would be fine, maybe it will be. But it’s even harder than I ever expected it to be. Maybe I really do love him more than I think.
I was sitting in the middle of my guest room cleaning up my linen closet when I heard a car door slam shut. “Here comes trouble.” I mumbled under my breath when I noticed a string of cars following. Next thing I knew, someone was trying to swing open my door that was locked. “Open up!” I heard Max yell. It was a bright and beautiful day, the wind was perfect and all my windows were open. I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked. “We have come to help the packrat move,” Sidney replied. “I am not a packrat! But you guys are more than welcome to help me pack,” I finished saying as I hugged them all.
“Britt, we’ve seen your desk, you’re a packrat,” Jordan said. “Am not!” “You’re the only person I have ever seen with the randomest shit on their desk,” Max argued back. “You have a chocolate bar with Posh Spice on it in your desk. And it’s from 1999!” Sidney said. “2000, nice try!” I replied laughing, “how it hasn’t gotten nasty beats me,” “Your gross,” Jordan spat. “Coming from the guy who still has a used condom on his bathroom floor and it’s been there since January,” I shot back. All the boys screamed in disgust. “Bro, even I don’t have that,” Max laughed. “But you do have a bag of porn you bring on every road trip,” “Well Flower-“ “Do not say it!” he warned. “Do I even wanna know?” I looked up to Sidney as he threw his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “No, you really don’t wanna know,” he smirked.
“Guys, we’re here to help my girlfriend, not clean out each other’s closets,” Sidney said, “Or come out of the closet,” Max joked, making the guys, except Flower, who had a pissed off look on his face, and myself, who had no clue, laugh. “Seriously. I need your help,” I whined wanting to know. “What do you need princess pack rat?” Jordan asked. “Watch it Frankenstein. All right, I need my kitchen packed up. Max, Marc and Jordan, can you please pack up my silverware and all that stuff? And yes Flower, if you find food you can eat it. Sid, you can help me with the linen closet.” “Ou! Siddy’s going upstairs!” Max hollered. Sidney just smirked and flipped them off.
After getting my guest room emptied out, I needed to work my closet. “Honey, can you please pass me that box on top, I can’t reach it,” I asked getting on my tip toes trying to reach a box. Sidney got up off the floor beside my bed and took it down with ease. “There ya go shorty,” “Oh shut up,” “What, no thank you?” he teased. “Thank you.” I took a seat across from Sidney, who was folding up my winter clothes and putting them in their designated boxes. “When do you head back home?” I asked him. “In a few weeks. I just gotta finish making sure everything I’ve been working on is finished until I can go home,” “Oh, that’s nice,”
“
Yeah.” I gulped, knowing how uncomfortable we get while we discuss it. “I’m gonna miss you,” I said. “Me too. But we’ll try and see each other. Besides, your coming to the NHL awards aren’t you?” “Yeah, I guess.” “Britt, we’ll see each other, don’t worry,” “I know, but it still sucks.” “I know. I guess we’ll have to sext and have Skype sex now,” “Oh my God.” “Well when you think about it, you actually got to go with your hockey player boyfriend on all his road trips and get to be with him most of the time. We spent every minute with each other when we were both at work.” “I know babe.” “God I’m gonna miss you… And I’m gonna miss that bra your holding,” he licked his lips.
Sidney tried to grab the bra from me, “Sidney I have to pack,” “Can’t you just pack me in the box instead?” he said pulling me onto his body as he layed on his back, trying to get the bra that was behind my back. At the same time the three boys came into the doorway to the room and saw us. “Oh God,” Jordan cringed. “Ou! Look what we have here,” Max said, grabbing the bra before Sidney could. “Hey, no fair! I was tryna get that!” Sidney said frustrated as I got off of him to try and get my bra back. “Max, give it. I need to pack,” “Nu uh!” he waved it infront of me. “Sucker!” Flower said, as he grabbed it from Max’s hand. Just as Marc-Andre got it, Jordan grabbed it and held it up high, “Who wants to be Frankenstein now?” “Can I please have my bra back?” I whined laughing. “Yeah, why are you touching my girlfriends bra?” Sidney asked. “Ew your right!” Jordan threw it at him like a 10 year old boy who touched one for the very first time. “I grabbed it back from Sidney. “Thank you,” What immature boys.
After a day of packing, everything but the clothes I was wearing and the clothes I was wearing tomorrow was packed. Everything was in boxes and in my car. Saying goodbye (for now) to the boys was pretty sad and I was getting emotional. For our last night Sidney took me out to a nice dinner, and we went home and well, you know. Waking up to Sidney was perfect, except I had to leave. I looked over at the clock and knew that I had to eat and leave. I kissed Sidney to wake him up. “Morning baby,” he mumbled softly. “Morning.” “What time is it?” “9.” “You have to go?” “Yeah,” “I’ll eat you first,” “What?” He then broke out of his sleepy, three-year old like state, and clued into what he just said. “I mean, I get you something to eat first.” “Though you know you wouldn’t mind eating me before I left.” “Indeed.” He smirked.
After a shower and eggs, it was time to leave. The sun was out and it was a gorgeous spring day. “I want you to call me when you get home.” “Okay, I will.” “Give me a hug,” “Okay,” I pouted. “Oh, whipe that pout off your face” “Kiss it off?” I asked him. His kiss instantly made me smile. “have a safe drive home, okay? I love you.” “I love you too.” “And call me.” “I will,” I laughed as we kissed one final time. He opened my car door and helped me in like the gentlemen he is. “I love you,” “I love you too.” And to Toronto I drove, tears in my eyes the whole time. I thought the distance would be fine, maybe it will be. But it’s even harder than I ever expected it to be. Maybe I really do love him more than I think.
7/29/13