So, I've noticed my comments were kinda, dropping in a way. So I'm not gunna update my story unless I get 6 comments from now on. I'm sorry if I sound like a bitch, but, like I've said. I spend a lot of time updating this story, and I love writing it. I would like some feedback though. Thanks guys.xoxox
Cause every time I look you're never there, and every time I sleep, you're always there I recognize the way you make me feel. It's hard to think that you might not be real. Cause you're everywhere to me, and when I close my eyes it's you I see. You're everything I know, that makes me believe I'm not alone
It's been a week since I was in the hospital. I'm out now. It's now christmas eve. We were heading over to my brothers house for Christmas dinner. Brent told me it's been a tradition since he's been with Taylor that this happens. To be honest, I was excited. Even if Jon was gunna be there.
Jon is ... complicated. What can I say. I swore we were in love with each other, but he does a full 360 and drops me. Is there someone else? I mean, he knew that I loved Brent and would eventually take him back. But, he didn't really put up a fight, which I don't understand right now. I probably never will, either.
I'm standing in front of the mirror in Brent's apartment, curling my hair. My eyes are glittered up with champagne coloured eyeshadow and mascara that made my lashes higher than the Sears tower. I was wearing a black strapless sequined dress to match the black gem ring Brent gave me as an early christmas gift.
I slowly make my way out of the bathroom. My leg cast went a little past my knee and all the way down to the tips of my toes. It was such an eye sore. I hated it. But, at least I could walk around without help.
And there he was.
I took my time taking in his presence. His dark, soft to the touch hair, creamy toned skin, jungle like eyes. He wore a pair of dark washed fitted jeans and a pale blue blouse. I guess you could say he needed some fashion advice, but he looked perfect to me. I sometimes wondered how I got lucky again. Then sometimes I wondered why someone so beautiful could be so thick minded like he once was. But he promised he'd never hurt me again, he better keep that promise.
He turned around and his eyes caught mine. I felt my knees buckle and my heart go faster than a horse at a derby. His eyes are eager as he got closer to me. His lips brush mine. I felt alive. His arms keep a hold of me as we break apart. Not daring to break our eye contact.
"It's the closet thing I had that was dressy that matched the cast. I look ridiculous."
"You look beautiful."
"If you say so."
"I don't lie."
I wanted to say something smart there, but I kept my mouth shut. For once.
Patrick Sharp pulls me into a huge hug the second that we get into Dunc's house. Everyone is relieved that I'm okay from my accident. I guess it's good to know that I have people around me. After the last three months, I needed everyone possible.
"When did you get out?" Pat asks me as he takes my coat.
"Last night, before you guys got home from Calgary."
"Wow, I guess it wasn't as bad as we thought."
"It really wasn't"
I walk right into the kitchen and everyone is standing around with drinks talking to everyone. Of course, since my medication is strong, I can't drink. Everyone greets with me with open arms. Then I see Jon.
Jon slowly looks down at me, I feel 5 inches tall. "Ally, you're out of the hospital?"
"Mhm, I got cleared last night."
"That's a relief. Can I ask you something?"
"Would you be mad if I took your friend Gina out."
I laugh, "Gina?"
The bitterness is suddenly beating inside of me, "Have a thing for her now?"
"I kinda did in the summer when I thought that you were set on Brent."
"Just don't hurt her, please."
I walk away from him to find Brent. You know, my boyfriend. He's sitting on the couch talking to Steeger. I stand behind him, run my hands through his hair and press my lips to his neck. His skin is starting to heat up against my fingers. The littlest of contact with him, just drove me insane. I couldn't get enough of it.
After we had dinner, we sat in the living room watching the Grinch. Sharpie had this excellent idea that he wanted us to open one gift each tonight, but we decided to wait. He was bursting at the seams, though. So he got up and ran into the kitchen for a moment and came back, puffing hot breath from his cheeks.
"ALLY, OPEN MINE!" He exclaims running over with a box for me.
I chuckle and take it from his hands, "Thanks buddy."
My hands run over the golden paper before I find a loose corner and rip it open. He sure did a number on the taping. I open it up and a bright red hawks jersey layed inside. I pull it out and feel something fall by my feet. I ignore it for now and look at the back of it. Of course Brent's name and number was on the back.
"I was gunna get my jersey for you, but you know, I'm kinda in high demand." Sharp comments.
"Oh shuttup you. This is perfect, thank you."
"You forgot something."
"Oh!" I gasped grabbing the envelope that fell to the floor.
As I ripped it open, a shriek came out of my mouth. It was an autographed photo of Sidney Crosby. It read "To my biggest fan, Ally. All the best and see you in Vancouver! Love, Sidney."
"Holy fucking shit."
"I called him and asked him if he could do that for you. I ran out of ideas for another gift for you."
"Wow, this is perfect, Patrick. Thank you."
We all say goodbye to everyone and headed back home. It was freezing outside. As we got into the car, Brent found my hand. I half smiled. I was thinking too much. I loved him, I wanted him only. To be honest. I was happy Jon wanted to move on. I didn't need anymore drama in my life. I've had my fair share of it.