I decided to post another chapter today since tomorrow I won't be posting and next week is going to be a busy one. Next week is my last week of summer holidays [boo] And next week I think I have something planned for everyday. Then after that, I'm back in school. Approximately the first couple of weeks are going to be hard, I'm starting a new high school so I have to learn my way around and stuff. I have a good amount of chapters written out on Word so that's good. There might be one day where you see all these posts, well there's a little story behind that. So to keep it short and simple, my computer is on its way to... computer heaven. Just today my mouse [for my computer] died so naturally I freaked out. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
Coasting Down Memory Lane;
Riley woke up at seven thirty the next day. She didn't go to bed until three o’clock because she had to describe everything to Kaylan. The two had a lot of fun though, joking and gossiping. She groaned as she rolled out of bed and into the shower. After she was all ready she stopped at a local Starbucks for her usual skinny latté, and then made her way to the work. Today was the day that the guys would be back on the ice so she was pretty excited to see this. She was sitting in the locker room talking to some of the guys while they were getting into their on-ice equipment. She then turned to Sidney.
“Funny, I pictured you in a blue jersey.” She said tilting her head.
“I used to wear a blue one when I played in Rimouski,” he replied with a laugh.
“Do you have any pictures?” Riley questioned.
“Actually… yeah,” he said as he was stunned that he found one in his stall.
“Ooh I want to look at it.” Riley said as she perked up.
“Okay, here it is,” he said as he handed her the picture.
“Hey, this looks familiar.” She said as she narrowed her eyes.
She held onto the picture during the practice and when the guys would take a break she would stare at it. She went into another one of her daydream-trances.
“Woo!” A seventeen-year old Riley screamed as she sat in the stands and watched her boyfriend celebrate the goal he just scored.
She was wearing his jersey, like she did to all of his games. As he skated by he gave her a wink as the smile on her face grew even bigger.
“You’re so lucky,” her friend Michelle said.
“Oh, how so,” Riley questioned playfully.
“You’re dating the best player on the team and he’s hot!” she said as she put emphasis on the word ‘hot’.
“Hot?” Riley asked in confusion.
“Il est chaud.” Michelle said; she was helping Riley learn English as well.
“Ah, je vois.” Riley replied.
Riley snapped out of her trance when she heard a loud whistle, signaling the guys to get back to practicing. As the guys practiced, Riley took notes. Once the guys made their way off the ice she made her way to the locker room. When she got there Max Talbot was conversing in French with Marc-André. When she walked over to Sidney she put the picture back on his stall and looked at him.
“What?” he said.
“Nothing,” she replied with a smile.
“Elle est chaud!” Max said as he walked by Riley.
She turned around and replied, “Merci beaucoup,”
“Vous parlez français?” Max asked.
“Oui, Je suis de Rimouski.” Riley replied with a smile.
“Good to know,” Max said with a nod.
“Okay so you speak French and have a hot Australian accent?” Sidney said with a toothy grin.
“Sure, we’ll go with that one.” Riley said as she scrunched up her nose, a habit she has.
“Riley, what do you have planned for the rest of today?” Sidney asked standing up.
“Nothing really, I was just going to go home.” She said as she gathered her notepad and bag.
“Ah, I see.”
“What do you have planned?” She asked, being the big flirt that she is.
“Nothing really…” he replied.
“Want to come over to my place?” Riley asked sweetly.
Sidney followed Riley back to her place and then the two walked into her cozy townhouse. Riley gave him a tour of the house, showing him the kitchen, dining room, living room, the two spare bedrooms that needed to be furnished badly, and then the master bedroom.
Riley’s room, the master room, obviously, was pretty simple yet sleek. The walls were white and the furniture was black. She had a king sized bed placed up against one of the white walls. The bed had a black comforter on it and black pillows. There was also a black love seat placed in front of the bay window that overlooked the backyard and the field in behind. There was also a forty inch flat screen T.V up on the wall near the couch. In her room, Riley had a black dresser that held her black and silver stereo. There was artwork up on the walls, mainly abstract and then one black and white photo that was enlarged of her childhood dog, Roscoe. He was a Rottweiler and he had no mean-streak in him whatsoever.
“Now that you’ve seen my house, what do you want to do?” Riley asked.
“I don’t know, it’s up to you,” he replied.
“Alright, do you want to watch a movie out of my collection?” She asked as she walked down the stairs.
“Sure.” He said as he followed her down the stairs into the living room.
“Okay so how about ‘The Eye’?” Sidney said as he held up the DVD.
“Sure, but you have to know something first,” Riley paused waiting for Sidney’s attention.
“By the end of the movie, I’ll probably be on your lap.” She laughed as she said that.
“You get that scared?” Sidney questioned with a laugh.
“Yup. You should’ve seen me in the theatre, ah, good times.”