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2minsforslashingTitle: Anything Goes (Chapter one of hopefully many.)
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islandoftheship
Rating: This chapter, PG.
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Disclaimer: I don't own these players (pfft, I wish.) Nor do I know of their sexual orientation. Totally fake. Promise.
A/N: My first shot at a hockey-fic, so be nice?
How do you break up with a girlfriend of 2 years? That, Mr. Willy Shakespeare, is the real question. None of this "To be or not to be" bull crap that's been taught for the past four hundred years. How does a professional Hockey player break up with a steady girlfriend who has spent the past 2 years traveling the country to support him and cheer his team on? Better yet, why would said hockey player even want to break up with someone like that? Well, maybe it's because their relationship has been strained for the past 6 months.
Or maybe it's because he is a flaming homosexual.
Okay, so the second option definitely had more influence over my decision than the first one. (The second option was also part of the reason why our relationship has been so strained lately. But I wasn't about to admit that yet. Not out loud, any how.)
How could anyone blame me, really? If you had an absolutely stunning roommate for every away game that hadn't had a girlfriend, nor talked of ever getting one, since you had met, what would you do? Well...maybe that wasn't an excuse... but damn....
Focus, Colby, I mentally scolded myself as I almost swerved off of the side of the road. After spending an afternoon out with my younger brother, Riley, and his two best friends (they referred to themselves as the "Tri-Pod." I still didn't quite understand why,) I was picking Mel up for what I assume she thought was a lovely romantic dinner. I guess I kind of led her on, by taking her to The Keg. That may not sound romantic at all, but it's actually a cozy, intimate little steakhouse. With beer...not that that made a difference, or anything. But it's not like I was about to dump her at Beiley's or the McDonald's down the street or anything.
And, okay, I was dressed up for the occasion, too. Not in my finest suit, or anything, but my white button-up shirt and black jeans did make me seem cleaner-cut than usual.
I sighed as I pulled into the driveway. I hope I don't break her heart too much, I thought when she walked towards the car. I hardly even noticed that she had gone all out and bought a brand new outfit until she coughed expectantly, waiting for some sort of compliment.
I cleared my throat.
"New shirt?" I asked as politely as possible, and her expectant face shifted into a joyous one as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Bought it for tonight," she replied, entwining her fingers with mine.
The rest of the ride was in silence. It was so weird for me to be quiet, but nothing I wanted to say sounded right. If I asked her how her day went, I would feel bad if she said it went well, because it would soon be coming to a crash landing, but if she said it went horrible, I would feel just as bad for making her day worse. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, as far as things I wanted to say went.
So instead I chose silence. Mel hardly noticed, anyway. I've finally gotten used to the fact that she doesn't listen to any of my rambles, so she probably didn't even realize that I wasn't talking for a change.
We finally made it to the restaurant (I felt like the silence was seriously killing me, so the noisy atmosphere of the bar area was refreshing.) I told the server that I had reservations, and he led us to our table. I made sure to tell them that I wanted one that was away from most of the crowd, so we'd be able to have some quiet. Not a lot, since we were at a bar, but enough.
But after we sat down, I faced another inner dilemma: Should I break up with her right away and get it over with, but spend the rest of the night in awkward silence? Or should I let the tension build during dinner and break her heart up after? The battle was still going on inside my mind (yes, contrary to common belief, Colby Armstrong DOES have a brain,) when Mel's voice broke my thoughts.
“Something bugging ya, Army?” Mel teased, using my hockey nickname.
“What? Oh, nothing. I just...” I sighed heavily, deciding to just get it over with while I had an opening. “I just think we need to talk, Mel.”
“Okay...” She replied. Her voice was uncertain, but the look in her eyes told me that she knew what I was about to say.
“It's just that....” Stop saying 'just' and get it over with I mentally scolded myself. “There have been a few too many bumps in our relationship, and I think it's best -”
“I'mbreakingupwithyou.” Mel interrupted.
I felt my jaw drop.
“What?”
“That's what you were getting at, right?” She was externally calm. Almost too calm. “You're trying to break it lightly. There's no need to. I see it as clear as you do. But we can still be friends, right? I mean, just because you're gay doesn't mean that you don't like me at all anymore, right?”
“I...wait. What?!” Had I heard her right?
“You....you're gay. With that....Crosby-kid. Right?”
“Wh....what are you talking about? I mean....where did that come from? How did you find out? I- not like that's true, or anything, but....what gave you that impression?”
“It's totally obvious, Colbs.” She smiled, grabbing her coat from behind her chair. “C'mon. They haven't taken our orders yet. Let's just go home, okay? I'll get a hotel, or something, if you want. I can get a plane back to Wilkes-Barre in the morning. I can spend the rest of your off season getting my own apartment, kay?”
“I...yeah.” I replied feebly, pushing back my chair and following her back towards the car.
Author:
islandoftheshipRating: This chapter, PG.
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Disclaimer: I don't own these players (pfft, I wish.) Nor do I know of their sexual orientation. Totally fake. Promise.
A/N: My first shot at a hockey-fic, so be nice?
How do you break up with a girlfriend of 2 years? That, Mr. Willy Shakespeare, is the real question. None of this "To be or not to be" bull crap that's been taught for the past four hundred years. How does a professional Hockey player break up with a steady girlfriend who has spent the past 2 years traveling the country to support him and cheer his team on? Better yet, why would said hockey player even want to break up with someone like that? Well, maybe it's because their relationship has been strained for the past 6 months.
Or maybe it's because he is a flaming homosexual.
Okay, so the second option definitely had more influence over my decision than the first one. (The second option was also part of the reason why our relationship has been so strained lately. But I wasn't about to admit that yet. Not out loud, any how.)
How could anyone blame me, really? If you had an absolutely stunning roommate for every away game that hadn't had a girlfriend, nor talked of ever getting one, since you had met, what would you do? Well...maybe that wasn't an excuse... but damn....
Focus, Colby, I mentally scolded myself as I almost swerved off of the side of the road. After spending an afternoon out with my younger brother, Riley, and his two best friends (they referred to themselves as the "Tri-Pod." I still didn't quite understand why,) I was picking Mel up for what I assume she thought was a lovely romantic dinner. I guess I kind of led her on, by taking her to The Keg. That may not sound romantic at all, but it's actually a cozy, intimate little steakhouse. With beer...not that that made a difference, or anything. But it's not like I was about to dump her at Beiley's or the McDonald's down the street or anything.
And, okay, I was dressed up for the occasion, too. Not in my finest suit, or anything, but my white button-up shirt and black jeans did make me seem cleaner-cut than usual.
I sighed as I pulled into the driveway. I hope I don't break her heart too much, I thought when she walked towards the car. I hardly even noticed that she had gone all out and bought a brand new outfit until she coughed expectantly, waiting for some sort of compliment.
I cleared my throat.
"New shirt?" I asked as politely as possible, and her expectant face shifted into a joyous one as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Bought it for tonight," she replied, entwining her fingers with mine.
The rest of the ride was in silence. It was so weird for me to be quiet, but nothing I wanted to say sounded right. If I asked her how her day went, I would feel bad if she said it went well, because it would soon be coming to a crash landing, but if she said it went horrible, I would feel just as bad for making her day worse. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, as far as things I wanted to say went.
So instead I chose silence. Mel hardly noticed, anyway. I've finally gotten used to the fact that she doesn't listen to any of my rambles, so she probably didn't even realize that I wasn't talking for a change.
We finally made it to the restaurant (I felt like the silence was seriously killing me, so the noisy atmosphere of the bar area was refreshing.) I told the server that I had reservations, and he led us to our table. I made sure to tell them that I wanted one that was away from most of the crowd, so we'd be able to have some quiet. Not a lot, since we were at a bar, but enough.
But after we sat down, I faced another inner dilemma: Should I break up with her right away and get it over with, but spend the rest of the night in awkward silence? Or should I let the tension build during dinner and break her heart up after? The battle was still going on inside my mind (yes, contrary to common belief, Colby Armstrong DOES have a brain,) when Mel's voice broke my thoughts.
“Something bugging ya, Army?” Mel teased, using my hockey nickname.
“What? Oh, nothing. I just...” I sighed heavily, deciding to just get it over with while I had an opening. “I just think we need to talk, Mel.”
“Okay...” She replied. Her voice was uncertain, but the look in her eyes told me that she knew what I was about to say.
“It's just that....” Stop saying 'just' and get it over with I mentally scolded myself. “There have been a few too many bumps in our relationship, and I think it's best -”
“I'mbreakingupwithyou.” Mel interrupted.
I felt my jaw drop.
“What?”
“That's what you were getting at, right?” She was externally calm. Almost too calm. “You're trying to break it lightly. There's no need to. I see it as clear as you do. But we can still be friends, right? I mean, just because you're gay doesn't mean that you don't like me at all anymore, right?”
“I...wait. What?!” Had I heard her right?
“You....you're gay. With that....Crosby-kid. Right?”
“Wh....what are you talking about? I mean....where did that come from? How did you find out? I- not like that's true, or anything, but....what gave you that impression?”
“It's totally obvious, Colbs.” She smiled, grabbing her coat from behind her chair. “C'mon. They haven't taken our orders yet. Let's just go home, okay? I'll get a hotel, or something, if you want. I can get a plane back to Wilkes-Barre in the morning. I can spend the rest of your off season getting my own apartment, kay?”
“I...yeah.” I replied feebly, pushing back my chair and following her back towards the car.
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Date: 2007-08-17 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-17 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 04:28 am (UTC)I definitely do, I don't know anybody who doesn't lol...I do kinda like orally beating the crap out of idiots who stumble upon the community and flame us for making them gay though lol
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Date: 2007-08-17 04:16 am (UTC)Crosby-kid. XD Ahah. I like that. ♥
Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:22 pm (UTC)More will be coming soon enough...once I stop being so lazy. :-D
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 05:26 am (UTC)oh colby, i still don't adore you, but you are adorable.
love to see how this plays out!
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 05:31 am (UTC)=p
<3 you and thissss
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 08:50 am (UTC)And this is your first hockey fic? Its really really good.
I have to get back on the writing horse, really, I do 'cause its been so long.I have trouble writing multi-chapter stuff so if you get a 2nd chap down that's way better than i've done ^_^
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:20 pm (UTC)We'll see where it takes me.
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Date: 2007-08-17 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 04:15 pm (UTC)I love Colby's mini rant at Shakespeare. :)
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Date: 2007-08-19 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-21 05:39 am (UTC)Is the tri-pod thing in reference to the movie 'the girl next door'? Cause that's one of my favourite lines from the movie.
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Date: 2007-08-21 02:49 pm (UTC)