Orlando
Don't Go, Don't Leave Me
Evelyna’s POV
Sunday came and went. Val and I had hung out the entire day. In the evening all the roommates, Kylie and I had taken Val out for a surprise “farewell dinner.” When we had got back, I told him that I would go to the airport with him and Kylie said she wanted to come with me. We weren’t going to go to film class this morning and she was fine with the reason being, because she was helping a friend out. Kylie also volunteered to drive and I was okay with that.
That evening, Val and I agreed to remain in contact with one another. We swapped phone numbers, emails, social media stuff. Anything and everything we could to stay in contact with one another.
Then after we had done all of that, we made sure to spend the last night soaking up what little time we had left together. We made sure to close the door and keep our voices and whatnot down. I climbed on top of him and began the foreplay. He let me, knowing how much we both enjoyed it.
For a few hours we basked in the smoldering evening, loving every minute of it and not wanting it to end ever. But it did.
It was finally monday morning! The awful day and the only time when I would ever be caught dead shedding tons of tears. I wasn’t an extremely emotional person, but how could I NOT cry about my first ever real boyfriend leaving me.
We quickly grabbed something to eat, bid our farewells to the roommates (and Val bid farewell to the three cats...) and met up with my film friend. We made our way to her car and hopped in. Val and I sat together in the back.
Kylie drove us all to the airport and I refused to be torn from the Russian’s arms. He promised he wouldn’t forget me and that he would make sure to contact me and stay in close connection. But I didn’t want him to go still. I didn’t care that I was causing a scene in the public airport. Valeri Nichushkin was leaving me!
“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me, Val...Nichy,” I begged and pleaded.
Val said that he didn’t want to leave either, but that he had to return to Dallas. He was a famous hockey player and I was just a college student looking for a career. I had to stay and he had to go. It was the horrible truth. Kylie had to hold me back, as I watched Val enter the airport and vanish from sight.
“I can’t believe that he’s gone!” I wailed, as I spun around and buried my face into my friend’s shoulder. “He’s NEVER coming back!!” She patted me, understanding my pain.
Val’s POV
I was right back to the beginning of my trip once more. But this time, I was sad. I had found true love, but I couldn’t make it last. We were just not meant to be. We could be friends but that was it. One small part of me was happy to be returning to Dallas, but I wasn’t smiling. For once, I was emotional and it showed.
As I disappeared around the corner, I could still hear her sobbing about our “break up.” She had to know that I didn’t mean it and that I would always remember and cherish this time I had in Orlando, Florida. And I wanted so desperately to remain best friends or friends with her, but I was a hockey player in the NHL and she was going for a film major. How could we make that work out?
I took my seat in the flight area and dropped my head into my hands. I cried...no, I bawled. I bawled my eyes out over what I had to do.
Before long the flight arrived at the gate. I boarded the plane, not daring to look back. Oh and Evelyna and Kylie had told me they would take care of returning the rental car I had had. I wiped my eyes and said good-bye to Orlando. And within the next hour I was back in Dallas, Texas.
I made my way out of the airport and got to the American Airlines Center. But the logo of a plane only made my heart ache. It reminded me of my trip and soon I’d be pestered by the entire team about it. I wasn’t looking forward to that, but I couldn’t play with a heavy heart, I had to swallow my feelings and just think about hockey and about my new friend.
I walked inside and found all of my teammates. Jamie and Tyler were bickering with one another. Nothing had changed there. I sighed and walked over to my stall. I set my bag down. I had allowed Evelyna to keep the one stick that had survived. And me having no sticks was drawing attention.
“Where’s your pair of sticks Val?” Tyler Seguin asked.
“One broke and I lost the other,” I mumbled, as I set to work on getting dressed for the evening practice.
“So you’re going to have to explain that to the stick people and they aren’t going to be too happy!”
“Don’t care.”
“What’s wrong? How was Orlando? How was Disney?” Jamie asked, smacking his linemate on the arm.
Tyler and Jamie sat down in the stalls on either side of me. They were highly concerned. I remembered that Evelyna had joked about punching Tyler in the face, and to tell you the truth, I had to agree. At the moment I wanted him to leave me alone. I wasn’t in the mood.
“Okay.” I shrugged, mumbling some more. I pulled the lace on my left skate tightly.
“Come on, how was it okay? Oh man, you didn’t go to Disney did you?” Tyler threw his hands over his mouth, like he was attempting to be dramatic.
I shook my head and bent down farther, as I felt the tears beginning to come again. Jamie smacked Tyler I was sure and I could hear the young 22 year old grumbling to himself. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I knew Jamie and Tyler were going to find out eventually and it was really weighing on my heart. I began to cry.
“Val?” Jamie questioned.
Tyler wrapped his arms around me and I slowly rose up, unable to keep the tears back. I looked at Jamie. “I-I--”
“You what, Val?”
“I met a girl!” I sobbed harder, as I took out my phone and gave it to Jamie.
Tyler snatched it from him. He scrolled through the phone, which luckily he didn’t have to navigate through all the Russian. The pictures and camera were pretty self explanatory and up. His eyes were wide with a bit of shock. “Damn, Val. She’s a hot piece of ass, eh?” Jamie took the phone now, frowning at the ladies’ man.
The captain looked at the pictures now. “A redhead?”
“I’d do her,” Tyler stated with a wink. “Good find, Val.”
“She looks like a sweet girl. What happened?”
“Well,” I sighed and told them about my trip. How I had gotten lost in Orlando and found the college. The University of Central Florida, which Tyler appeared to know about. Apparently he had “banged” a girl there one summer. But I hated how he spoke about people. I hated that he seemed to not care and that he was only a big “sex-wanting” jerk! But I continued to tell them about how I had wandered onto the campus and had a run-in with a dude named Brock, who ambushed me and beat me up. And how I had been saved by the redhead, Evelyna Anastasia Knight.
I paused in my story to sniffle. And talking about my heroine, I smiled. Jamie and Tyler understood and thankfully Tyler kept his mouth shut. I continued telling them how I did go to Disney, Epcot, but I had gone with her and then how I’d been kidnapped by Brock, but rescued again. And how I’d gone to a UCF Knights football game. Jamie flipped through the pictures, caring more than Tyler. He was still looking at Evelyna. (But he kept his inappropriate remarks to himself, after Jamie smacked him twice and threatened to hit him with a puck during practice.)
After I told them, I began to tear up again. My linemates each embraced me and told me that it would be okay. They said that it was the only painful part of being a professional athlete. Love and romance was difficult in the big leagues.
And with all of that, I put my phone away and walked with the two to the rink where the others were. Sergei Gonchar was there. He greeted me in Russian and Jamie and Tyler told him that I’d met a girl, spoiling the surprise for me.
“Таким образом, вы встретил девушку? (So, you met a girl?)”
“Да. И я узнал о Вашем маленьком секрете. Правда о Стив Мейсон. У вас есть некоторое объяснение, чтобы сделать. Меня чуть не убили в Орландо, потому что из вас! (Yes. And I learned about your little secret. The truth about Steve Mason. You have some explaining to do. I was almost killed in Orlando, because of you!)” I angrily cross-checked the defenseman. I was seriously mad at him. He hadn’t told me anything about Brock being Mason’s son and he hadn’t warned me. He’d almost had me killed and that was NOT something a mentor did.
Sergei stumbled. He let out a heavy sigh, to the anxious and curious eyes of the Captain and his partner-in-crime. “Давай, Вал. Не так. Я извиняюсь. Это был несчастный случай на самом деле. (Come on, Val. Do not be like that. I am sorry. It was an accident really.)”
“Это то, что Эвелина сказала мне. Но все же ... Меня чуть не убили! (That is what Evelyna told me. But still...I was almost killed!)”
“Я извиняюсь. Пожалуйста, не сердись на меня. (I am sorry. Please do not be mad at me.)”
“Как я могу не? Ты, ублюдок! Я ненавижу тебя Сергей! (How can I not? You bastard! I hate you Sergei!)”
“Вал, пожалуйста. (Val, please.)”
“Нет, вы мне больно. Брок, незаконнорожденным сыном Мейсоном, похитил меня, связали меня и с кляпом во рту меня и угрожал убить меня! (No, you hurt me. Brock, the bastard son of Mason, kidnapped me, tied me up and gagged me and threatened to KILL me!)”
“Он что? Он связан и с кляпом во рту у вас? (He what? He bound and gagged you?)”
“Да. (Yes.)”
Jamie and Tyler shared a look off to the side. They weren’t exactly sure what was going on and what the two were talking about. But Val was not happy and that showed.
“Я извиняюсь. Я понятия не имел, о том, что. Я не думаю, что кто-то может пойти так далеко. Ты в порядке? (I am sorry. I had no idea about that. I did not think someone could go that far. Are you okay?)”
“Я сейчас. Эвелина спас меня. Но сейчас я должен быть без нее ... и быть здесь с вами! (I am now. Evelyna saved me. But now I have to be without her...and be here with you!)”
“Валерий. (Valeri.)”
“Okay, Val, Sergei, break it up. Let’s practice. Come on.”
“I don’t want him near me,” I exclaimed. I was done with Sergei Gonchar for the day. I was still fuming over the fact that he didn’t tell me all the details and I had to find out by being kidnapped. I mean I was KIDNAPPED!!
“Okay, but is it okay if he is on the ice?”
“No. I don’t want him near me.” With that, I turned and skated off. I sniffled, as I rounded the net and then I slammed into the boards. I sank down to the ice and cried some more.
“I don’t think this is because of me completely. But I’ll keep my distance, okay Jamie,” I heard Sergei say calmly. “I’m sure he’s just having a bad day or something.”
“Girl issues.”
“Yeah. Just let him be. It happens to a lot of the young guys.”
I knew that wasn’t true. I was the only one. I was the only to throw a fit, with maybe an exception for Tyler. But I was the only one who was throwing a tantrum. (You’d think I was Sidney Crosby...) I needed to buck up and man up, but deep down, I was aching!! I missed Evelyna and Orlando.
Sunday came and went. Val and I had hung out the entire day. In the evening all the roommates, Kylie and I had taken Val out for a surprise “farewell dinner.” When we had got back, I told him that I would go to the airport with him and Kylie said she wanted to come with me. We weren’t going to go to film class this morning and she was fine with the reason being, because she was helping a friend out. Kylie also volunteered to drive and I was okay with that.
That evening, Val and I agreed to remain in contact with one another. We swapped phone numbers, emails, social media stuff. Anything and everything we could to stay in contact with one another.
Then after we had done all of that, we made sure to spend the last night soaking up what little time we had left together. We made sure to close the door and keep our voices and whatnot down. I climbed on top of him and began the foreplay. He let me, knowing how much we both enjoyed it.
For a few hours we basked in the smoldering evening, loving every minute of it and not wanting it to end ever. But it did.
It was finally monday morning! The awful day and the only time when I would ever be caught dead shedding tons of tears. I wasn’t an extremely emotional person, but how could I NOT cry about my first ever real boyfriend leaving me.
We quickly grabbed something to eat, bid our farewells to the roommates (and Val bid farewell to the three cats...) and met up with my film friend. We made our way to her car and hopped in. Val and I sat together in the back.
Kylie drove us all to the airport and I refused to be torn from the Russian’s arms. He promised he wouldn’t forget me and that he would make sure to contact me and stay in close connection. But I didn’t want him to go still. I didn’t care that I was causing a scene in the public airport. Valeri Nichushkin was leaving me!
“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me, Val...Nichy,” I begged and pleaded.
Val said that he didn’t want to leave either, but that he had to return to Dallas. He was a famous hockey player and I was just a college student looking for a career. I had to stay and he had to go. It was the horrible truth. Kylie had to hold me back, as I watched Val enter the airport and vanish from sight.
“I can’t believe that he’s gone!” I wailed, as I spun around and buried my face into my friend’s shoulder. “He’s NEVER coming back!!” She patted me, understanding my pain.
Val’s POV
I was right back to the beginning of my trip once more. But this time, I was sad. I had found true love, but I couldn’t make it last. We were just not meant to be. We could be friends but that was it. One small part of me was happy to be returning to Dallas, but I wasn’t smiling. For once, I was emotional and it showed.
As I disappeared around the corner, I could still hear her sobbing about our “break up.” She had to know that I didn’t mean it and that I would always remember and cherish this time I had in Orlando, Florida. And I wanted so desperately to remain best friends or friends with her, but I was a hockey player in the NHL and she was going for a film major. How could we make that work out?
I took my seat in the flight area and dropped my head into my hands. I cried...no, I bawled. I bawled my eyes out over what I had to do.
Before long the flight arrived at the gate. I boarded the plane, not daring to look back. Oh and Evelyna and Kylie had told me they would take care of returning the rental car I had had. I wiped my eyes and said good-bye to Orlando. And within the next hour I was back in Dallas, Texas.
I made my way out of the airport and got to the American Airlines Center. But the logo of a plane only made my heart ache. It reminded me of my trip and soon I’d be pestered by the entire team about it. I wasn’t looking forward to that, but I couldn’t play with a heavy heart, I had to swallow my feelings and just think about hockey and about my new friend.
I walked inside and found all of my teammates. Jamie and Tyler were bickering with one another. Nothing had changed there. I sighed and walked over to my stall. I set my bag down. I had allowed Evelyna to keep the one stick that had survived. And me having no sticks was drawing attention.
“Where’s your pair of sticks Val?” Tyler Seguin asked.
“One broke and I lost the other,” I mumbled, as I set to work on getting dressed for the evening practice.
“So you’re going to have to explain that to the stick people and they aren’t going to be too happy!”
“Don’t care.”
“What’s wrong? How was Orlando? How was Disney?” Jamie asked, smacking his linemate on the arm.
Tyler and Jamie sat down in the stalls on either side of me. They were highly concerned. I remembered that Evelyna had joked about punching Tyler in the face, and to tell you the truth, I had to agree. At the moment I wanted him to leave me alone. I wasn’t in the mood.
“Okay.” I shrugged, mumbling some more. I pulled the lace on my left skate tightly.
“Come on, how was it okay? Oh man, you didn’t go to Disney did you?” Tyler threw his hands over his mouth, like he was attempting to be dramatic.
I shook my head and bent down farther, as I felt the tears beginning to come again. Jamie smacked Tyler I was sure and I could hear the young 22 year old grumbling to himself. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I knew Jamie and Tyler were going to find out eventually and it was really weighing on my heart. I began to cry.
“Val?” Jamie questioned.
Tyler wrapped his arms around me and I slowly rose up, unable to keep the tears back. I looked at Jamie. “I-I--”
“You what, Val?”
“I met a girl!” I sobbed harder, as I took out my phone and gave it to Jamie.
Tyler snatched it from him. He scrolled through the phone, which luckily he didn’t have to navigate through all the Russian. The pictures and camera were pretty self explanatory and up. His eyes were wide with a bit of shock. “Damn, Val. She’s a hot piece of ass, eh?” Jamie took the phone now, frowning at the ladies’ man.
The captain looked at the pictures now. “A redhead?”
“I’d do her,” Tyler stated with a wink. “Good find, Val.”
“She looks like a sweet girl. What happened?”
“Well,” I sighed and told them about my trip. How I had gotten lost in Orlando and found the college. The University of Central Florida, which Tyler appeared to know about. Apparently he had “banged” a girl there one summer. But I hated how he spoke about people. I hated that he seemed to not care and that he was only a big “sex-wanting” jerk! But I continued to tell them about how I had wandered onto the campus and had a run-in with a dude named Brock, who ambushed me and beat me up. And how I had been saved by the redhead, Evelyna Anastasia Knight.
I paused in my story to sniffle. And talking about my heroine, I smiled. Jamie and Tyler understood and thankfully Tyler kept his mouth shut. I continued telling them how I did go to Disney, Epcot, but I had gone with her and then how I’d been kidnapped by Brock, but rescued again. And how I’d gone to a UCF Knights football game. Jamie flipped through the pictures, caring more than Tyler. He was still looking at Evelyna. (But he kept his inappropriate remarks to himself, after Jamie smacked him twice and threatened to hit him with a puck during practice.)
After I told them, I began to tear up again. My linemates each embraced me and told me that it would be okay. They said that it was the only painful part of being a professional athlete. Love and romance was difficult in the big leagues.
And with all of that, I put my phone away and walked with the two to the rink where the others were. Sergei Gonchar was there. He greeted me in Russian and Jamie and Tyler told him that I’d met a girl, spoiling the surprise for me.
“Таким образом, вы встретил девушку? (So, you met a girl?)”
“Да. И я узнал о Вашем маленьком секрете. Правда о Стив Мейсон. У вас есть некоторое объяснение, чтобы сделать. Меня чуть не убили в Орландо, потому что из вас! (Yes. And I learned about your little secret. The truth about Steve Mason. You have some explaining to do. I was almost killed in Orlando, because of you!)” I angrily cross-checked the defenseman. I was seriously mad at him. He hadn’t told me anything about Brock being Mason’s son and he hadn’t warned me. He’d almost had me killed and that was NOT something a mentor did.
Sergei stumbled. He let out a heavy sigh, to the anxious and curious eyes of the Captain and his partner-in-crime. “Давай, Вал. Не так. Я извиняюсь. Это был несчастный случай на самом деле. (Come on, Val. Do not be like that. I am sorry. It was an accident really.)”
“Это то, что Эвелина сказала мне. Но все же ... Меня чуть не убили! (That is what Evelyna told me. But still...I was almost killed!)”
“Я извиняюсь. Пожалуйста, не сердись на меня. (I am sorry. Please do not be mad at me.)”
“Как я могу не? Ты, ублюдок! Я ненавижу тебя Сергей! (How can I not? You bastard! I hate you Sergei!)”
“Вал, пожалуйста. (Val, please.)”
“Нет, вы мне больно. Брок, незаконнорожденным сыном Мейсоном, похитил меня, связали меня и с кляпом во рту меня и угрожал убить меня! (No, you hurt me. Brock, the bastard son of Mason, kidnapped me, tied me up and gagged me and threatened to KILL me!)”
“Он что? Он связан и с кляпом во рту у вас? (He what? He bound and gagged you?)”
“Да. (Yes.)”
Jamie and Tyler shared a look off to the side. They weren’t exactly sure what was going on and what the two were talking about. But Val was not happy and that showed.
“Я извиняюсь. Я понятия не имел, о том, что. Я не думаю, что кто-то может пойти так далеко. Ты в порядке? (I am sorry. I had no idea about that. I did not think someone could go that far. Are you okay?)”
“Я сейчас. Эвелина спас меня. Но сейчас я должен быть без нее ... и быть здесь с вами! (I am now. Evelyna saved me. But now I have to be without her...and be here with you!)”
“Валерий. (Valeri.)”
“Okay, Val, Sergei, break it up. Let’s practice. Come on.”
“I don’t want him near me,” I exclaimed. I was done with Sergei Gonchar for the day. I was still fuming over the fact that he didn’t tell me all the details and I had to find out by being kidnapped. I mean I was KIDNAPPED!!
“Okay, but is it okay if he is on the ice?”
“No. I don’t want him near me.” With that, I turned and skated off. I sniffled, as I rounded the net and then I slammed into the boards. I sank down to the ice and cried some more.
“I don’t think this is because of me completely. But I’ll keep my distance, okay Jamie,” I heard Sergei say calmly. “I’m sure he’s just having a bad day or something.”
“Girl issues.”
“Yeah. Just let him be. It happens to a lot of the young guys.”
I knew that wasn’t true. I was the only one. I was the only to throw a fit, with maybe an exception for Tyler. But I was the only one who was throwing a tantrum. (You’d think I was Sidney Crosby...) I needed to buck up and man up, but deep down, I was aching!! I missed Evelyna and Orlando.
Notes
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'm sorry Sid fans, couldn't help myself. :P I'm just sooooooo pissed off, because my poor baby Russian is going to be out for 7-10 DAYS!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Meanwhile, stupid Seguin is getting hat tricks and people are calling for Nichy's head! Shut up all of you, he's hurt, so he was a legit excuse, when he is 100%, you all are going to be BOWING at his precious feet! So *sticks tongue out* Anyway, I'm just peeved mostly because I saw a particular comment on Twitter, under a Dallas Stars update that talking about Nichy being out and this particular person had a not so nice comment and I was tempted to retaliate, but I took the high road and I'm complaining about it in the comments section on a fan fiction site. So you are welcome Mister Anti-Nichy, because if I see another negative post, I won't hesitate to drill you a new one through Twitter.....
In other news, how hot is Gabriel Landeskog? (Looks and appearance wise...not on-ice...he's pretty yucky at the moment....Avs....)
Next up: This thing ain't over, still got more to go! And stupid, stupid Seguin! Ugh, can I punch him and tell him to cool it and share the hattys? ONE OF THOSE WILL BE NICHY'S!!! GET BETTER MY RUSSIAN!!!! :D Please!
Here's another version of the edit I made for the Valentine's Day chapter:
2/14/15