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Title- One Wild Ride Part12
Pairing- Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Summery- Fuck, I do love him. I do. I fucking do!
Rating- R
Disclaimer- I don't own these guys. The game stats and dates are real but nothing else. Just part of my imagination.

I woke up at 3A.m. early Wednesday morning. I couldn’t sleep AT all. I flopped around for about 20 minutes before deciding I needed to get some sort of alcohol in me.

I got a few shots just to knock me out from Mario’s fridge just to knock me out. When I got upstairs, I was drunk off my ass. I couldn’t stop laughing. I decided to call Colby.

“Hello?” his voice was thick with sleep.

“Hey, Colby!” I slurred.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Yeah, like, 3:20.”

“So why are you calling me at this time?”

“I’m so fucking drunk.” I heard him laugh.

“Nice.”

“Yeah… I can’t see straight its fucking wicked awesome dude!”

“Sidney, are you sure you’re ok?”

“I don’t fucking know...”

“Stop saying the fucking F word!”

“But the fucking F word is fucking awesome!” He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “You still there, dude?”

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t tell… God, I’m so fucking drunk!”

“Sidney, quiet the hell down! You’re gonna wake Mario.”

“Your point?”

“I’m sure you’d rather not have Mario wake up to find his star forward drunk off his ass.”

“Ohhhhhhh…”

“Yeah…”

“So, Whatcha wanna talk ‘bout?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well think of something!”

“Sidney, you called me. At 3:15 in the fucking morning, mind you. You think of something.”

“Haha, you’re skinny.”

“Uhh, ok?”

“You’re like a stick.”

“Uhh, ok?”

“I have a stick you know.”

“I sure would hope so.”

“You want to see?”

“I have seen.” I snickered. Getting drunk made me think so dirty.

“Want to see again?”

“Sidney, we’re just friends…” Oh fuck. Suddenly, I came to my senses.

“Sorry, Colby. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Alcohol. That’s what. It’s cool.” I sighed a sigh of relief. Thank god.

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, talk to you then.”

“Bye, Sidney. Lay off the alcohol.” I laughed.

“I’ll try.”

“Ok, see ya.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and went back to bed.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

Ow. I woke up with a pounding force in my head. Hangover. Lovely. This is going to be a great day.

I rolled over onto my side and put one hand on my head. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something besides my terrible headache. After about 20 minutes, it did begin to feel better.

I got up, washed up, and got dressed. I headed downstairs into the kitchen to find Mario reading the morning paper with a cup of coffee and a bagel.

“Good morning, Sidney. Sleep well?” He asked me when he noticed my presence in the room.

“Yeah.” So I lied. How will he find out?

“That’s good.” He held up a bag of bagels. “Bagel?” I nodded and took the bag from him. I popped one into the toaster.

After breakfast, I decided to take a little walk around Sewickley. Yes, I got a few weird stares but no demented fans screaming after me. Thank god. I’ve had hordes of puck bunnies chase me before. Kind of weird, they give me the creeps. But this walk was very relaxing. It was cool out. I’m from Canada so this weather didn’t really bother me much. I thought the 33 degrees Fahrenheit weather was nice while the Pittsburghers were running around with huge winter coats, they still looked cold.

I returned to Mario’s house in time for Austin, his second youngest, to be in the mood for playtime.

“C’mon Sidney! Play a video game with me!” Austin said with a huge smile on his face. I smiled.

“Ok, kiddo. What you do you want to play?” I kneeled down so I was eye level with him.

“Uhhh, Attack of the Martians!!!” His eyes widened as he said the name of the game. I laughed.

“Ok, you’re going to have to teach me how to play.”

“Ok. Deal!” He ran off ahead of me and I followed, walking. When I reached the room he was in, he was sitting on the floor, 3 feet from the TV with a video game controller in his hand. There was another one on the floor next to him. I sat down next to him and picked up the extra one. “Ok, A means fire, B means bombs, C means jump, and you steer with this.” He pointed at the set of arrows on the controller. “Got it?”

“Yep.” He smiled and pressed play on the menu screen. I let him win the many times we played the game. After about an hour, he was all tired out.

“That was fun, Sidney! Thanks!” He got up and gave me a hug. I hugged back and he ran off. I put away the game system and went upstairs to my room.

I had a small TV set in the room, which I turned on. I went to the local sports channel and watched the Sports News for a long while.

The day was pretty much at that.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

“Hey, Sidney.” I turned around to see Ryan Malone standing behind me. I gave him a smile. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Not much… and you?” I said.

“Eh, had too much on the mind lately.” I gave a puzzled look.

“What’s up?” Since we were in the open area of the locker room, he pulled me out into the hallway.

“I think I like guys.” What?

“What?”

“I think I like guys. I mean, ever since I saw you and Colby-“ Oh god, don’t talk about Colby like that. “- I’ve been thinking about guys in a different way. I mean, I think I’m gay.” I patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s ok. You’re not upset about it, are you?”

“A little. I never really thought about guy/guy and now I am feeling that way. It’s kind of weird.”

”Just go with it. See where it takes you.”

“Thanks Sid. That’s good advice. I’ll think I’ll try this out.”

“Ok, just don’t go around telling everyone you like guys. Keep it low. Remember, one word and it’s over. Sure, flirt with guys but if they aren’t interested, back off. You don’t want to give signs that you like guys.”

“Thanks Sidney, you rock.” He kissed my cheek and then gave me a weird look. “I don’t know where that came from.” I nodded.

“Neither do I.” I looked around- thank god I didn’t see Colby anywhere.

“Sorry.” I shrugged.

“No big deal. I like guys too, remember, It’s not weird for me.” He nodded.

“You think I could meet up with you at some point… I don’t know, maybe you could tell me about what it is like with guys.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” He smiled- crap, it’s cute!

“Ok, just call whenever you want to talk. Try to make it at- never mind.” Mario knows about the whole guy/guy thing. It doesn’t matter if Ryan were to come over. He smiled and nodded before going into the locker room.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

My phone rang. It was Ryan. My guess was he wanted to talk.

“Hello?” I said once I had answered.

“Hey, Ryan here.” He said softly.

“Hey.”

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, want to meet somewhere or just over the phone?”

“Is there anyone at Mario’s?”

“Not at the moment. They are out for the day, family stuff.”

“Can I come over there?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, I’ll see you in about 15 minutes.”

“Ok, later!” I hung up the phone.

There was a knock on the door. I answered it and allowed Ryan into the Lemieux mansion.

We went into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked.

“I don’t know where to start. Tell me everything.”

“Well, where does everything start?”

“At the beginning?”

“Ok, so start from the beginning?”

“Like, start from when you first started liking guys.”

“Ok, I first experienced signs in World Juniors ’04. When I was rooming with Jeff Tambellini. I was so torn, so broken in the beginning. I thought I wouldn’t make the cut and hockey is my life, I needed that tournament. So, he would try and make me feel better through comforting me. I started to feel as if there was a bigger feeling the “just friends” towards him. It scared the shit out of me. Myself disgusted me. I was something I thought I would never be. But I learned to accept it and things between Jeff and I grew. Before I knew it, he was my boyfriend. Yes, I’ve had boyfriends before. I was really happy. I felt like Jeff and I would be together forever. The Kings already drafted him. When the ’04-’05 season was supposed to start, he decided that he couldn’t lead a relationship that was so distant. He called it quits. That hurt. A lot. But over the lock out and season, I got through it. I was seeing guys on Rimouski more, nothing as serious as with Jeff, but I still had a few boyfriends here and there. Then, my draft day came. I had a few flings with guys on the team, one boyfriend-“

“Who?” He seemed so into what I was saying. Absorbing every tidbit of information I had to give.

“Matt Murley.” He nodded and I continued. “We were pretty close, not as close as Jeff and I. We never did anything past kiss.”

“Did you and Jeff ever do anything past kiss?”

“Yes.”

“How far? What was in like?”

“Well, we went all the way. Numerous times. It feels great. You think it would hurt; it does hurt but only at first. Depends where you are. On top, doesn’t hurt. On bottom, it hurts at first. But it will go away.”

“Ok. Keep going with the other thing. About you and Matt.”

“Ok, well, we were pretty close. But after a few weeks, we started to drift apart. We drifted until we just broke up. It wasn’t that painful. It wasn’t that hard. After that, I was single for a good while. That was until Colby was called up. The moment I saw him from behind, I knew I liked him. Once we talked, he seemed so nice, laid back, friendly. He was everything I wanted in a guy. And if he wouldn’t give me that, he was definitely under friends’ standards. When I got to know him, he was just like me. Just like me when I first started liking Jeff. Scared, nervous, disgusted. But he adjusted to his new feelings a lot better then I did. I felt comfortable with him. He opened up to me almost right after we met.”

“Have you guys do it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… keep going.”

“Ok, well, we got pretty close. And then the thing with him and you happened. That hurt.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. That was entirely my fault, not his. He was just trying to help me.”

“I know, I understand.”

“Ok, keep going.”

“Well, what happened hurt me. I wouldn’t listen to Colby when he said that he was sorry. I didn’t listen to him until after one game. We were going back and forth, him trying to convince me that he was sorry. I didn’t want to listen to him but then he said, “I love you”. Then I listened to him. We made up that night.”

“Ok, can I ask a few questions?”

”Sure, feel free.”

“Where you scared when you first met Colby?”

“A little. Scared he might not like me. But other then that…”

“Ah. Do you think you’ll ever go straight again?”

“Depends. If I find a great guy to be by me then I might not. But if I can’t find anyone, I might look at girls again.”

“Ok, well, I think I got it now.”

“Ok. Just remember, I’m open for talking.”

“I will. I better head home.”

“Ok, catch you on the flip side… or tomorrow at practice!” He laughed.

“Ok. Later!” He left and I went upstairs.

~Colby’s POV~

I’m so confused. So fucking confused. Sidney goes and fucks some other guy; yet, I’m friends with him now? And I want to be his friend. Deep down, I want to hate him, but I can’t. I just can’t. That guy has given me too much for me to hate him. The truth is, I still liked him. Maybe more then liked. I never stopped liking him. I did stop loving him. But that might have come back. I knew I would forgive him; it was only a matter of time. God, this is all confusing.

Did I love him? Did I like him? Do I think of him as a friend?

The scary thing is, I think it’s the first one.

But I guess I’m too late. Whenever I am around him, he seems like he’s over everything between us. Like we are going to be just friends forever- nothing more. But I don’t want to be just friends. Fuck, I do love him. I do. I fucking do!

He hasn’t been showing anything flirty, like usual. The only thing that was close to flirty was on the phone the other night but I blame the alcohol on all that. I have no clue what to think. Everything is swirling in my head. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*

I need Sidney to come over. I’m so damn bored! So, I called him.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey. What’s up?”

“I’m bored out of my mind…”

“That sucks…”

“Can you come over!?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, you remember where I live?”

“Yes. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Ok, bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and waited for Sidney.

There was a knock on the door. I answered it and allowed Sidney in. We just hung around the hotel for a while. He was being almost flirty again. Just like I remember him.

We were sitting on my bed, watching TV.

“I hate this show.” He said. I changed the channel. “This one too.” I handed him the remote.

“You fucking pick then.” He took it and went flying through the channels.

“Here’s something.” Hockey reviews. I can watch this.

We watched for a bit. After that, we talked.

“So, how have you been lately?” I asked.

“Ry came over to talk today…” he said.

“About?”

“He’s guy/guy.” My eyes widened.

“What?”

”Yeah, that’s what I said.

“Dude, fucking spill.” He started to talk about things. Like, what he had told him. He said he told him about us. God, don’t talk about us. But he went pretty in detail in what he told about us.

“I said about how I walked in on you and Ryan…”

I kissed him and to my surprise, he kissed back.

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