Since the summer started, unfortunately early for the Penguins, Sidney's head didn't hurt for once. He was lucky that the headaches didn't happen everyday but all the other symptoms were there; light and sound sensitivity, focusing on a task made him dizzy, when he tried to work out, fatigue came quickly. Driving wasn't too bad, Sid just and sure he wasn't on the road too long. He hadn't lost his appetite but sleeping did not come with ease. But he was getting better though, he went to see a doctor in Atlanta and found out he was not only suffering from a head injury but also a neck injury. Through some injections, acupuncture and stretching, he would be back in no time.

Sidney thought about going for a light jog through the neighborhood but the idea made his stomach churn. He doesn't even like running but it was the only physical activity that didn't make his head hurt. He texted some of the other guys to see what they were up to — many of them were either traveling, busy with family or with their girlfriends for the day.

"Well, looks like it's me and the Playstation again today," Sidney mumbles to himself. He plopped down on the game room couch in Mario's basement. He promised him that he was going to move out soon but the house Sidney was practically building is still not ready. It's bigger than he's used to but he won't have to move when he decides to settle down one day. Natalie and the kids are in no hurry to have Sidney move out, but they understand he needs his own space as he is getting much older. Sidney turns on the Playstation and finds that Fifa '12 is in progress. Austin made little progress as Real Madrid but Sidney decides to take it upon himself to kick some major ass.

Not even five minutes into the match, Sidney starts to feel his eyes strain, causing him to pause the game and nearly chuck the controller across the room. He rubs his eyes in both hands in frustration; why him? All he wants to do is be fucking normal and enjoy his summer and train for next season. He was tired of seeing his teammates struggle through the season and exit early in the postseason. Sidney breathed a heavy sigh, looking at his phone again. He grabs it and searches for Paulie's number.

Sidney:Hey man, whats the name of that yoga place? Think im gonna stop by im so bored

He waits a few minutes before his phone pings.

Paul: sup! its called Good Vibes... its in the strip. Since when do you do yoga?

Sidney: Thanks and ikr? since the docs yet again told me not to do anything strenuous...

Paul:dont get discouraged, youll be back out there soon enough

Paul: Oh and btw, James likes one of the owners, Cyan so don't try to make any moves. Id liketo start the season with no drama

"Cyan," Sidney mutters to himself. He was trying to remember a face to the name then it hit him. Beautiful light brown skin, tall, athletic build but graceful, crazy smart. He found himself grinning at the memory of her but it soon faded when he remember what Paul just told him.

Sidney:James likes every girl in the world. No worries I wont do anything, you know im not like that

But a part of Sidney wanted to be like that though. He knew that James was definitely not the person to start shit with but if Sidney went to the studio and Cyan was into him, he wasn't going to resist her too hard.

Paul:I know, im just saying... have a good day man im going golfing with james lol

Sidney:haha kick his ass

Paul:I will maybe he'll stop making me cook for him

Sidney saved the game and turned off the system, and rushed upstairs to change.

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Cyan was on her lunch break when she saw Blair run over to her excitedly.Uh oh, she
thought. Blair had the crazy look in her eyes that only meant trouble for the always cautious Cyan.

"You will never guess who is here," Blair huffed as she pulled out a seat across from Cyan in their back office. Cyan continued to eat her grilled chicken salad as she tried to think of a smart ass answer.

"I don't know, President Obama?"

Blair scoffs and rolls her eyes. "No silly, take another guess. Here, I'll give you a hint. He's a hockey player."

"Who? Sidney Crosby?" Cyan answered sarcastically. Like Sidney Crosby was going to come to her little studio. She doubts he has ever seriously done yoga and there are many other yoga studios that have been around longer than hers. A girl could dream right?

"Yes!" Blair screeches. Blair was a Sid fan but she knew how excited Cyan would be upon hearing the news. She was surprised how calm Cyan was around Sidney at the baseball game. It was probably because James had talked to her all night. A part of her wanted to just see Cyan's reaction when she sees him but she knew she had to tell Cy first so she doesn't have a heart attack. Cyan's world slows down, her chest pounds as she drops her fork. Her mouth is agape as she stares blankly at her best friend.

"Cy, please say something," Blair begs. She reaches across the table to slap Cyan.

"Ow!" Cyan cries out, rubbing her stinging left cheek.

"Good you're alive. I'm not sorry and you need to make yourself cute and go out there because he must be a little worried out there right now," Blair states. Blair can't hide her smile; Cyan must be screaming internally.
“Oh my God, this can’t be happening,” Cyan mutters to herself. She tries to stand up but her body wouldn’t respond. Why the fuck am I so scared? He’s just a person, Cyan thinks to herself. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breathes. When she figures she’s calm enough, she slowly gets up, throws away the remains of her salad, pops a couple mints, puts deodorant on and heads toward the lobby.

Notes

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