Prove It To Me
Croc Wearing Loser
The whole flight to Boston I banquished in the luxury of a private jet. Eating a full breakfast, and watching some TV. Eventually though, we both fell asleep.
(1 hour later)
I stepped out of the plane, breathed in the "Boston air" and sighed.
Then I remembered, "Did you not have practice today?"
"It was optional, although coach might not be too happy that I skipped out, considering we lost the last game."
"You should have come and got me after practice at least," we started down the steps and towards the terminal.
"Meh, coach'll get over it."
(half and hour later)
We took a taxi to the hotel because Sid thought we'd draw too much attention too ourselves with the team bus.
"So ummm.... because this was so last minute I didn't really get a chance to book a room for you here because this place is full, but if you want I can look and we might be able to find one at another hotel for tonight. But if not, I wouldn't mind sharing a room with you, I mean it's pretty big... and we can always ask for a cot if you don't want to share a bed... you know... if you want," Sid said blushing while looking at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck as we walked up to the doors of a fancy hotel.
"Haha it's fine Sid, you went way out of your way to fly me here! I can handle sharing a room, and even a bed," I said slying poking him in the side with my elbow.
He blushed even more, but smiled back.
As we walked down the hallway of our room we would bump into some of Sid's teammates. The first person we came accross was Geno.
"Hey Sid, who your friend?" Geno said with a wink and a sideways smile.
Sidney didn't say anything, he just chuckled and kept walking.
The next person we saw was Marc-Andre.
"Oh hey Rebecca! It's so nice to see you. I'm Marc-Andre, but you can call me Marc. We talked once on the phone, remember? Glad to see you gave this croc wearing loser another chance," he said giggling.
"It's so nice to officially meet you. Can't wait to see you play tomorrow."
"Thanks, I gotta get going now. See you tomorrow!"
"See ya!"
"They just won't give my crocs a break," Sid says with fake sadness as we continue to walk.
"They are pretty bad, to be honest."
"They are comfy!" he was becoming quite defensive.
We finally find our room and settle in.
"So what do you say we get some of the other guys together and find a good place to eat lunch?"
"Yeah that sounds great," I fake a smile and grab my purse. What I really wanted was a real date, but Sid has a lot on his mind, so I brush it off and head out the door.
(later that evening)
It's around 5PM. The day had actually been really fun. We ended up going out to lunch with Geno, James, and Kris to a diner they go to everytime they're in Boston. They were all super nice, but bugged Sid a lot. He didn't seem to really mind though. Sid did feel a little guilty about missing practice this morning, so we went back to the hotel where he worked out in the gym and I watched cheesy soap operas back in the room for the rest of the day. Now I'm watching a repeat episode of CSI: NY while Sid's taking a shower. They had just discovered who commited the murder when I hear the sqeek of the shower tap turning off. A minute or two later the bathroom door opens and steam poors out, revealing a shirtless Sid with a towel wrapped around his toned waist.
"Uh... sorry I just forgot to grab some clothes," he says awkwardly and opens his suitcase.
I'm trying so hard not to stare, but I can't help but take a few peaks at the water dripping down his abs and him running his fingers through his messy wet hair.
"Wanna take a picture while your at it?" Sid asks with a smirk while glanses up through his glistening hair.
I must have been staring for too long. Blushing, I pull the blankets up to just under my eyes, which are now intensly focused on the TV screen. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. By the time CSI is over, Sid is finished getting dressed and he comes out in a nice suit jacket, pants, and a beigeish dress shirt, but no tie. The dress shirt is just unbuttoned at the top, and his hair is nicely gelled back a bit.
"What's the occasion?" I ask.
"We're going on our first formal date. Go get your dress on."
I smile, excitedly whip the blankets off of me, and run to the bath room, dragging my luggage in with me. I can hear Sid laughing in the other room.
As soon as I'm set up in the bathroom, I get to work. In about an hour, I'm ready, most of the time was spent curling my hair into perfect waves. I come out of the bathroom wearing a white flowy dress, beige pumps, a beige leather jacket (it's quite chilly outside), and a delicate gold headband that goes perfect with my wavy hair (http://www.polyvore.com/prove_it_to_me/set?id=84925073).
"Wow... you look beautiful," Sid says with wide eyes.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," I say shyly, "So where are we going for our first date Mr. Crosby?"
"You'll have to wait and see. Follow me," he grabs my hand gently and we walk out of the room towards the elevator.
(1 hour later)
I stepped out of the plane, breathed in the "Boston air" and sighed.
Then I remembered, "Did you not have practice today?"
"It was optional, although coach might not be too happy that I skipped out, considering we lost the last game."
"You should have come and got me after practice at least," we started down the steps and towards the terminal.
"Meh, coach'll get over it."
(half and hour later)
We took a taxi to the hotel because Sid thought we'd draw too much attention too ourselves with the team bus.
"So ummm.... because this was so last minute I didn't really get a chance to book a room for you here because this place is full, but if you want I can look and we might be able to find one at another hotel for tonight. But if not, I wouldn't mind sharing a room with you, I mean it's pretty big... and we can always ask for a cot if you don't want to share a bed... you know... if you want," Sid said blushing while looking at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck as we walked up to the doors of a fancy hotel.
"Haha it's fine Sid, you went way out of your way to fly me here! I can handle sharing a room, and even a bed," I said slying poking him in the side with my elbow.
He blushed even more, but smiled back.
As we walked down the hallway of our room we would bump into some of Sid's teammates. The first person we came accross was Geno.
"Hey Sid, who your friend?" Geno said with a wink and a sideways smile.
Sidney didn't say anything, he just chuckled and kept walking.
The next person we saw was Marc-Andre.
"Oh hey Rebecca! It's so nice to see you. I'm Marc-Andre, but you can call me Marc. We talked once on the phone, remember? Glad to see you gave this croc wearing loser another chance," he said giggling.
"It's so nice to officially meet you. Can't wait to see you play tomorrow."
"Thanks, I gotta get going now. See you tomorrow!"
"See ya!"
"They just won't give my crocs a break," Sid says with fake sadness as we continue to walk.
"They are pretty bad, to be honest."
"They are comfy!" he was becoming quite defensive.
We finally find our room and settle in.
"So what do you say we get some of the other guys together and find a good place to eat lunch?"
"Yeah that sounds great," I fake a smile and grab my purse. What I really wanted was a real date, but Sid has a lot on his mind, so I brush it off and head out the door.
(later that evening)
It's around 5PM. The day had actually been really fun. We ended up going out to lunch with Geno, James, and Kris to a diner they go to everytime they're in Boston. They were all super nice, but bugged Sid a lot. He didn't seem to really mind though. Sid did feel a little guilty about missing practice this morning, so we went back to the hotel where he worked out in the gym and I watched cheesy soap operas back in the room for the rest of the day. Now I'm watching a repeat episode of CSI: NY while Sid's taking a shower. They had just discovered who commited the murder when I hear the sqeek of the shower tap turning off. A minute or two later the bathroom door opens and steam poors out, revealing a shirtless Sid with a towel wrapped around his toned waist.
"Uh... sorry I just forgot to grab some clothes," he says awkwardly and opens his suitcase.
I'm trying so hard not to stare, but I can't help but take a few peaks at the water dripping down his abs and him running his fingers through his messy wet hair.
"Wanna take a picture while your at it?" Sid asks with a smirk while glanses up through his glistening hair.
I must have been staring for too long. Blushing, I pull the blankets up to just under my eyes, which are now intensly focused on the TV screen. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. By the time CSI is over, Sid is finished getting dressed and he comes out in a nice suit jacket, pants, and a beigeish dress shirt, but no tie. The dress shirt is just unbuttoned at the top, and his hair is nicely gelled back a bit.
"What's the occasion?" I ask.
"We're going on our first formal date. Go get your dress on."
I smile, excitedly whip the blankets off of me, and run to the bath room, dragging my luggage in with me. I can hear Sid laughing in the other room.
As soon as I'm set up in the bathroom, I get to work. In about an hour, I'm ready, most of the time was spent curling my hair into perfect waves. I come out of the bathroom wearing a white flowy dress, beige pumps, a beige leather jacket (it's quite chilly outside), and a delicate gold headband that goes perfect with my wavy hair (http://www.polyvore.com/prove_it_to_me/set?id=84925073).
"Wow... you look beautiful," Sid says with wide eyes.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," I say shyly, "So where are we going for our first date Mr. Crosby?"
"You'll have to wait and see. Follow me," he grabs my hand gently and we walk out of the room towards the elevator.
cute
4/9/14