2minsforslashing | Oneshot: All These Songs About Rain (Reply)

Title: All These Songs About Rain
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Colby Armstrong
Rating: PG
Notes: I don't own them, and as far as I know this never happened.

I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting my window, and groaned. I pulled my blankets tighter around me, looking out the window at the city. It was slowly starting to be covered in a thin layer of fog, and I heard the soft patter of the rain get heavier. I instinctively curled up more inside the blankets, a warm cocoon keeping me away from the freezing cold rain. On days like this, me and him used to stay inside playing video games and eating junk food behind our coach’s back. I bite my lip hard, trying to push back the memory. No, not this time, and certainly not now.

I hear Mario moving around in the kitchen downstairs, most likely cooking everyone breakfast or just having his cup of coffee. I don’t want to practice today, I just want to stay indoors. I don’t want to go greet fans, I just want to stay here. Here, nobody will ask me about the trade. Nobody will question me, and ask me if I’m okay. My best friend was just traded, what do you think the answer to that question is?! I love my team, I really do, but I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want the pity act, and I certainly don’t want to act like nothing happened.

I wonder if he’s happy down there, or if he misses me. I wonder if his new team mates are treating him well, and if they’ve shown him the city. I wonder if he’ll get a hat trick soon, and be glad he left the ‘Burgh. I feel the hot tears starting to come on, and I can’t push them back. I miss him so much already, and it’s only been a day. Why did today have to be a rainy day?!

I hear Mario coming up the stairs, then a soft knock on my door. I seen the door open, and I tried to hide under the blankets. What a sight I must be! My eyes are probably all red and puffy, and I probably look like I haven’t slept in days! I feel the bed shift as Mario sat next to me, letting out a sigh.

“Kid, you can’t hide in here forever.” He said softly, and I let out a scoff. I was the Captain, I could do whatever I wanted to! When he went to touch m y shoulder, I quick jolted it away from him. No, he made part of this decision, he was part of the reason he’s gone! I want to kick him out, scream at him until he runs away or screams back. I want to be alone, can’t anybody see that?!

“I’ll see you at practice Sidney, and you are to come!” With a loud slam, I let out a sigh. I’m not going to practice, and anyone with half an ounce of emotion in their body knew that. I’d left him a few voicemails already, but I understand that he doesn’t want to talk right now. Perhaps he’s just as heartbroken as me. At least, that’s what I want to think, what I need to think. I pull the blankets even tighter to me, and shut my eyes. I’m not going anywhere until he’s back here.

Slowly, I start to open my eyes as I hear angry footsteps marching up the steps. I glance at the clock, and realize that the soft patter of the rain had lulled me back to sleep. With a loud slam, my door flew open. I tried my hardest not to let my body jolt from surprise.

“YOU’RE BEING COMPLETELY REDICULOUS, SIDNEY CROSBY! YOU’RE THE NHL’S BIGGEST SUPERSTAR, AND YOU’RE GOING TO SIT HERE AND MISS PRACTICES BECAUSE OF A SIMPLE TRADE?! WE GOT HOSSA SO YOU HAD A BETTER WING MAN! MAYBE, UNLIKE YOU, WE ACTUALLY WANT TO GO FAR! SO SUCK IT UP, YOU’RE PLAYING TONIGHT! IF YOU’RE NOT THERE, THEN YOU’RE SUSPENDED!” Another loud slam, and Mario’s words faded. I didn’t care about a wingman, he was my best friend! When is it going to sink in for Mario?! I heard my phone vibrate and quickly threw off my blankets. I snatched my phone off of the table, looking at the caller ID. However, my heart sank when the name “Flower” flashed across my screen. I hit the ignore button, throwing myself back onto the bed. Maybe I was being ridiculous, but why should it matter now?!

I threw my bag down in my locker, and quickly changed. I played my worst the whole game, purposely angering Mario. Did he really think I respected him right now? I could really care less what anyone thought of me. If I could, I’d demand a trade and go to Atlanta, where I would be comfortable. I’d flee away from this town where everyone has seemed to turn their back on me. Colby kept me sane when I had all those press interviews, and everyone breathing down my neck every time I made a mistake. When the games over, I completely ignore the press, something they’re not used to. Even if I was in the worst of moods, I would always stop and give a few comments about the game. I grabbed my bag and walked straight past them, and into the cool night air.

I seen a few kids waiting out back, and I let a small smile cross my face. I remember waiting in the freezing cold all the time while Army signed everyone’s things, claiming that we should be happy we even have fans. Without grabbing my car, I jogged up to the kids. I quickly signed their things and posed for pictures, then jogged back to my car. I floored it all the way to Mario’s. I ran upstairs, grabbing a duffel bag and began throwing in random pairs of clothes. I grabbed my hockey gear and the duffel bag, and ran downstairs. I threw them into the back of my car, then floored it out of Pittsburgh.

I ended up at some hotel well outside of Pittsburgh. I paid for my room, and eagerly flopped down on my bed. I threw my iPod on, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t be in Pittsburgh tonight, I just couldn’t. If I ran from the trade enough, I would accept it, but for now I needed some alone time. I needed to be okay. I glanced out the window and this new city, and leaned my head against it. I watched the rain falling, and bit my lip hard.

I eventually gave up on my iPod when everything reminded me of Colby, and turned my attention to Sports Center. I seen the Thrashers light up the screen, and I searched every jersey for him. There he was, smiling and laughing like usual. I couldn’t help but smile back before turning the TV back off.