Sequel: Captain of My Life

Oh Captain, My Captain

Oh Captain, My Captain (Sidney Crosby) 091:


Chapter Ninety One
“To boring Christmases and close friends!” Trevor toasted as we clinked our shot glasses of tequila together.
“Here, here!” I said and then we took back the shots and then laughed.
Trevor has been here for two days and I was having the time of my life, I really did miss him. It was Christmas Eve and the guys were calling me and wishing me well and I did the same to them. I even got a text from Sidney wishing me a Merry Christmas, but that was left unanswered.
“So what do we toast to now?” Trevor asked as he poured another shot and I laughed.
“To Pittsburgh winning the cup!” I said and Trevor held up his glass.
“Here- Hey, no wait a minute!” he said and I laughed and took the shot back, “No way! Redo!”
“There’s no redo’s,” I said and he shook his head and then poured my glass again.
“To the Kings winning the cup!” he said and I laughed and shook my head as he took the shot and almost fell back.
“Sorry sweetie, I have it this year!” I said and then took my shot and flipped my shot glass upside down.
“Aw, no more?” he whined and I laughed and shook my head.
“I’m cutting myself off while I’m tipsy,” I said and then grabbed his glass too and walked over towards the sink to put it in.
“This from that Ovechkin guy?” I felt Trevor’s finger’s on my check where the cut was shrinking, and possibly forming into a scar.
“Yeah,” I said and then looked at him.
“I hope we play those Capitals soon, I’d really like to give that guy a piece of my mind,” he said and I smiled and patted his chest.
“I know you would, Trev, but I can handle my own,” I said and then started to walk past him, but only to feel him grab my arm and turn me around.
“I know you can, but someone’s got to look after you,” he said and I watched as he stared at me, and I couldn’t help but notice the hint of desperation and care in his eyes.
“Trev-“ I started but then stopped myself when I watched as he leaned in.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my need to feel wanted, but I finished that gap, and our lips were pressed together and his arms were around me in seconds. I was on the counter and feeling his hands under my clothes, but every move he made, every place he touched, it only made me think about Sidney. I cursed as I pulled away and wiped the tear that was falling from my eye.
“Alex,” he said and I looked at him, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard my name fall from his lips.
“Everything- I can’t stop thinking-“
“About him?” Trevor finished and I nodded my head and looked into my lap, “Hey,” he said and I felt his fingers under my chin and he gently forced me to look at him, “It’ll be all right.”
“I want to show you something,” I said and he looked at me and then nodded his head.
I hopped off of the counter and grabbed Trevor’s hand and walked him down the hall and down to the pool room. He looked around the room and saw all of the pictures, jerseys, sticks, pucks, the works, but I pulled him over towards the corner of the room where I had framed every single letter that the Kings had given me the day I hopped onto the plan and headed for Pittsburgh, and in the center of the frame, the center piece of it all, was Trevor’s note to me. I had always felt close to him, but it was never in a ‘in love’ kind of way, but right now, I was depressed and felt alone, felt the need to be with someone, and he was here, he was going to be that someone.
“You kept them?” he asked as he saw the letters and I nodded my head, “You kept mine.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked and he looked at me.
“Because I didn’t know what to say,” he said and I smirked and shook my head.
“Your note was enough for me to make the centerpiece,” I said and he laughed.
“Always stay my Angel,” Trevor read and I looked at the ground and felt Trevor lace his fingers with mine.
“Trevor, I can’t-“
“You’re still hung up on Crosby, aren’t you?”
“I- I do still care about him,” I said and Trevor sighed.
“You even said it yourself that he hurt you badly,” Trevor said and I looked at him, “I might not be there for you all the time, Alex, but I’ll be there for you.”
“I don’t want a relationship, Trevor,” I said and he nodded his head.
“Then let me be there for you now,” he said and I looked at him, “Let me help you forgot, even if it is for a night,” Trevor breathed as he was inches away from my face.
“I-“
“Yeah,” he said as he started to back me up and I felt my butt hit the pool table, “Say it.”
“Trev-“ he started to kiss my neck and I breathed out a low moan.
“Keep going.”
“Help me,” I breathed and he looked at me.
“Done.”

-Sidney-
I was looking around my house and found a shirt in the hamper that’s been sitting there since Alex and I were here in the summer. I couldn’t help but pick up the soft hot pink medium shirt. This was definitely Alex’s shirt, and I was going to be that pathetic guy that was going to hold onto an ex’s shirt and breathe in her scent to keep the memories fresh. Everywhere I looked, everything I saw, it only made me think of her, made me feel so guilty for making her upset.
I sighed as I had texted Marc and told him that I was thinking about going back to Pittsburgh to see her. I knew she was going to be by herself, and we had planned that she was going to come up here, because my family missed her, and she loved it up here last time. I heard my phone going off and saw that Marc was calling me.
“Yeah.”
“Stop thinking about her!” Marc said and I sighed.
“I can’t help it.”
“I know you love her, but you need to move on.”
“No! I want her, I want only Alex!” I said and he sighed.
“Don’t go home; just wait until we all get back!” Marc said and it felt like he was hiding something, “Don’t go home early and barge into her home, like I know you’re plannin’ to do!”
“Why? It’s not like she’s doing anything better! She’s probably by herself, eating ice cream and watching TV!” I said and then heard Marc sigh and then speak in French, probably to Vero.
“Listen man, she’s not by herself, I guess she has someone over,” Marc said and I was confused.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, ask Geno, I guess Mel told Vero,” Marc said and I sat on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair, “You’re upset,” he said and then sighed, “Why are you upset? You’re not even together.”
“Because she’s-“
“Don’t finish that sentence, Sid; you know you don’t mean it.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say!” I said and then looked at the picture on the wall of Alex and I hiking around the park and remember the day that we went there with my family and my mom told us to stop so that she could get a picture.
“Sid, I know you,” Marc said and I sighed.
“I’m gunna call Geno,” I said and then sighed.
“All right, keep me up to date with the gossip,” Marc said and I nodded my head, not like he was going to see it.
“All right, see ya,” I said and then hung up the phone.
I got up from the bed, Alex’s shirt still in my hand, and walked over towards the picture. I looked to see how happy the two of us were, and then I remembered how I screwed everything up.
“You’re so stupid,” I said to myself and then turned around and then looked down at my phone and dialed Geno.
“I was waiting for you to call,” Geno said as he answered the phone, “Marc tell you?”
“Yeah.”
“Only proves that you still care about her.”
“Never stopped,” I said and he sighed, “Who’s she with, Geno?”
“I don’t remember his name,” Geno said and my heart dropped when he said ‘his’, “Hold on, let me ask Mel.”
‘…Why a he? Who can it be?...’ I thought as I sat back down on my bed and waited for Geno to come back.
“Sid?”
“Yeah,” I said into the phone finding that it was not Geno’s voice, but Mel’s.
“How are you, sweetie?”
“I’m fine,” I said and then sighed, she probably knew it was a lie, “Who’s she with, Mel?”
“She with her friend from the Kings.”
“Name, Mel,” I said growing frustrated.
“Why?” she asked and I sighed, “What are you going to possibly do? What difference is it going to make whether or not you know if Alex is alone or not?”
“Because I still care about her.”
“But you’re not together!” she said and I growled.
“So if she gets to whore around, then so do I, is that what you’re saying?!”
“Sid, I’m not saying that! And that’s not what she’s doing!” Mel said and then sighed, “You’re not together, so how would it be whoring around?”
“Whatever Mel,” I said and then hung up the phone and then ran over towards the picture on the wall and punched it, smashing it to pieces.