Somebody to Love

The Olympic Break is upon us and I was still at Marc's, gathered with my parents and Maddy around the tv in the living room.

"How is Marc? How psyched is he?" my mom asked.

"Wonderful and he's beyond psyched. The happiest I've ever seen him, except..." I drifted off thinking about how I was in a coma and I woke up four days later.

"...when I came out of that coma."

I was happy, but everyone hugged me. I then got a phone call from my love.

"Hello?"

"Hey. What's going on?"

"Just sitting here around the tv in the living room waiting for the ceremony to start with my family."

"Tell them I said hi."

I put the phone down.

"Marc says hi."

"Hi!"

"They say hi too, so how are you?" I laughed.

"Really, really happy. This is so fucking awesome. I wish you could be here."

I smiled.

"Maybe the next Olympics."

"You don't know if I'm gonna make the team four years from now."

"But, the likelihood is outstanding. If I jinx it, you can blame me."

"I wouldn't do that."

"You sure?" I asked laughing.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Damn, I missed him.

"Je'taime." I said.

"Je t'aime aussi."

We talked a few minutes longer before we had to go and soon enough, the ceremony was on and my DVR was set to record. The moment I saw him, I couldn't help but smile. The following day, the games started and I was pumped as I imagined Marc was. He ended up being the third goaltender behind Brodeur and Luongo, but he was fine with that. After the first week, they won several games, along with my native country but cheering with me being stationed on the couch was absolute shit. I couldn't properly celebrate. That Sunday, I knew there were some games on, but I felt exhausted and fell asleep; an hour later, I didn't realize that Marc called me twice and texted me several times.

"Fuck."

I called him and he answered on the first ring.

"Bella? Are you okay? Why didn't you answer the phone or my texts?"

He was panicked; I was humored by this.

"I'm fine. I fell asleep; I was exhausted. I'm sorry." I said laughing a little.

"Why are you laughing? I was worried."

"You're funny. You need to not worry so much. I know you love me; I love you too, but calm down."

He sighed.

"Fine. I'll try. So, besides being exhausted, how are you?"

"Pretty good. I have about three - six weeks till I get my cast off, but you already knew that. You were there. How are you?"

"Awesome. I'm having so much fun. I may be sitting on the bench, but still it's pretty fantastic."

"I wish I could see your face right now."

I bet I could hear him blushing right now.

"I wish I could see your face right now."

"Oh stop."

He laughed.

"How's your family? Maddy?'

"Pretty happy. They get to spend to an extended amount of time with me."

We talked for about ten minutes before he had to go. Looking at the time on my phone, it was nearly five and I was starving; as if on cue, my parents came into the room.

"Bella, you ready to eat?" my mom asked.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Yes. So?" she asked laughing.

"Italian. Chicken alfredo?"

"Italian it is."

"Thanks Mom."

"No problem. We'll back in less than an hour." my dad said.

"Okay."

"Bye!" they said practically simultaneously.

Then, Maddy came into the room and sat across from me.

"How's Marc?"

"Fantastic. You know, he called and texted me so many times when I was sleeping that when I called him, he was panicking." I said with a smile.

"Marc is adorable."

"Tell me about it. I also said that I wish I could see his face when he told me how he was feeling, then he said he wish he could see my face. He is ridiculous. He's such a hopeless romantic."

"And so are you. You two are made for each other. You and Nick, on the other hand, not so much. From what I've heard, I don't know what the hell you were thinking. You were so fucking stupid."

"I was a fucking idiot. I know. Get off my case. It happens to many women. We fall in love with someone who is a complete and utter piece of shit."

"I'm sorry. Get a fucking grip."

"You shut the fuck up. I don't need to hear about that worthless piece of shit."

"You know what? I'm leaving and watching the Games at home."

She left and I bawled. This was not what I needed. I decided to call Marc the following morning; I was so sad.

"Hello?"

"Hi Marc."

"What's wrong?"

"I hate Maddy."

"What happened?"

"We were talking about our conversation and how I thought how goofy you were yesterday. She said I was a hopeless romantic like you were one, then she got on the topic of Nick. She said that I didn't know what I was thinking and how stupid I was."

"She had no fucking right to say that! You hadn't even met her when that happened." he said angrily.

"I told her how that happens to a lot of women. She tells me sorry and to get a grip. I didn't. I just told her to shut the fuck up about that worthless piece of shit. She then said she was leaving and watching the Games at home."

"You don't need this. You really don't. Were your parents home when this happened?"

"No. They were out getting dinner."

"How were you when they got home?"

"A little irritated. They asked what happened and I told them that Maddy and I had a little tiff and she went home. They took it just fine."

"I hope this gets resolved before I get home. I hate you being upset like this while you're trying to recover."

"Me too."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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