Chapter 1: Roadtrip

I let out a huge, over exaggerated sigh, repositioning myself in the back of the cramped car.
"Oh come on! It's not so bad... I thought teenagers loved roadtrips!" Troy called to me from the front of the car. I looked up to see him shaking his head, and I can only assuming he's laughing at me again.

"I really still can't believe I let you talk me into this..." I sighed again, "You know he's gonna be mad that no one told him I was coming."

"Oh that's not true Karrington! He'll be very happy to see you, I'm sure of it." Trina said matter-o-factly from beside Troy. She turned around to give me a big smile, which I tried to return; it came out more like a grimace.

"Hey Karebear... look at this!" Taylor shouted from beside me, slamming her laptop into my stomach hard.

"Ouch! Taylor... what are you... OH MY GOD! How are you getting internet access in the car?"

"Sidney gave me a wireless adaptor... I've been online since we've left home... but look what I've found! A 500 page photo album of the Jonas Brothers... YAY! Now we can look at them alllllllllllllllll the way to Pittsburgh!"

I put my hands over my face and groand, Troy could no longer keep his laughing fit quiet and his deep chuckles filled the car. "Next time we'll fly, promise." Troy said through his laughter.

"Okay first of all, there's not going to be a 'next time' , and secondly... why couldn't we fly this time?"

"If we flew down, Sidney would insist he pay... and then he'd want to know why we needed 4 plane tickets." Troy replied simply. I could feel his brown eyes watching me in the rearview mirror, and I just shook my head; causing him to laugh more.

"How much longer anyway?" I sighed, looking beside me to see a picture of Nick Jonas -shirtless- on the beach, I groaned again and looked out the window.

"Not too much longer. When we get there Sid should be at his morning skate. We'll just wait for him at home."

"Lovely..." I gave up trying to relax, I was drained... physically and emotionally. I had spent the last week without much sleep, worrying myself to death about this trip. I remembered back to the day I had seen Troy Crosby marching across the street to me; he had had the Crosby trademark 'I'm about to get my way' smile and I knew it couldn't be a good thing, for me at least. I had no idea that in a few days I'd be squished in the back of the family car, on my way to Pittsburgh.
Most people would prefer to get as far away from their ex-boyfriends family as possible, but in Cole Harbour you couldn't really hide - especially when you lived across the street from said family.

I had known Sidney Crosby my entire life. He was exactly one month older then me, and our parents had always been best friends. We had spent our early childhood attached at the hip and our parents always use to joke about us falling for each other. On my 13th birthday it finally happened, Sidney told me he loved me, and we stayed together through everything. When he moved to the states for hockey I visited once a month, and then when he moved to Quebec, Troy and I would drive up on weekends. We thought that we could make our relationship work no matter what, but that was before... before he rejected me.
Troy, Trina and Taylor loved to continually refer to me as Sidney's girlfriend. In fact when we stopped at a gas station a few hours before Troy saw someone he knew, he introduced us as his 'family' saying "my wife Trina, my daughter Taylor and our soon-to-be-daughter Karrington".

I loved them all to death but I wish that they would just stop it sometimes; I had a hard enough time not wishing Sidney still loved me, without them adding fuel to the flame. The last thing I wanted right now was to see Sidney, and that's exactly where we were heading. Troy had convinced me to drive to Pittsburgh for a week with them; and as much as I knew I shouldn't, those Crosby boys are hard to say no to.
At some point during the drive I feel asleep, dreaming of better times... of the times when Sidney was still mine.

Sidney's POV

I pulled into the driveway and pressed the garage door opener. As I inched towards the house, waiting for the door to open so I could drive in, I noticed that my parking spot had already been taken. A slow smile spread across my face as I quickly shut off my SUV and ran into my house.

I threw open the door just in time to catch Taylor in my arms. I squeezed her into a tight bearhug and swung her around, making her squeal. I put her back down on her feet, keeping my arm around her shoulder and I moved forward into my house. My mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table and I gave them both hugs before sitting down. "I can't believe you're here! I had no idea... why didn't you tell me you wanted to come down? I could have gotten you plane tickets... you didn't have to drive the whole way!"

My dad laughed, "We wanted to take a roadtrip, it's what all the hip kids are doing, right Taylor?" Taylor rolled her eyes and it made me smile.

"I thought you'd be home before now, you're gonna have to start getting ready for your game soon." My dad said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I would have came home right after the skate if I knew you were going to be here! I grabbed some food with the guys and then hung out at Marc's for a bit."

"Well, don't worry about it. You should probably go up stairs and take your nap though..." A devilish look crossed over my fathers face, and my mom gently grabbed his arm.

"Troy, I'm not sure that's the best way..." She began but my dad stopped her.

"We'll head out for a bit, Taylor wants to go see some sights before the game tonight... we'll see you at the rink how 'bout?"

"Ummm... alright sure! We can go eat after." I said but, Taylor was already running towards the door. My dad gave me a slap on the arm and followed after her. My mom stood in my kitchen and looked at me for a minute. There was something in her eyes but I couldn't read it; sadness? disappointment? fear? ... hope? She gave me a tight hug goodbye and followed after the rest of my family.

I made my way upstairs to my room. I slowly opened my door and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw a shape in my bed. I moved around the bed to the far side, trying to see what it was. I reached the head of the bed and I felt my heart begin to pound and my knees go week. I slowly dropped down to my knees beside her and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
I put my face in my hands and let myself cry; I was going to kill my father, or thank him... I was so overcome with emotion I couldn't even tell what I was thinking anymore. All I knew was that Karrington was here, she had come.
Part of me wanted to wake her up, take her in my arms and tell her that I loved her still, that I always had. The other part of me wanted to get up and leave, to not let her hurt me or reject me ever again.
I walked around to the foot of the bed and stood there for a long time, just watching her sleep. I fought with myself silently, but I already knew which half was going to win. If she came all this way then it might mean she actually cares about me, that some part of her actually wants me. Against my better judgement I pulled off my shirt and crawled into my bed beside her. I gently wrapped my arms around her and she leaned back, into the warmth of my body. I put my face into her hair, breathing her in before I moved my face down and started kissing the back of her neck. I heared her moan and then felt her stiffen. Slowly I loosened my grip on her and allowed her to turn around to face me.
She look terrified and tears were filling her eyes. I was so hurt and so angry with her but as soon as I saw her in pain I had to comfort her, "Sidney... I, I-" she began to say but I stopped her. I knew what she was going to say, she was going to tell me she didn't love me, that she never did. I couldn't bear to go through her rejection again, but I couldn't walk away. I pressed my lips to hers, before she could stop me. I pushed her onto her back and moved my way on top of her, using the weight of my body to hold her beneath me.
To my immediate surprise, she didn't bother trying to push me away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer. Her hands wrapped into my hair and I couldn't stop myself.
I pulled off her shirt, jeans, bra and underwear; tossing them aside unceremoniusly. My lips never left hers, I didn't want to give her the chance to stop me. I removed my own clothes quickly and entered her without hesitation.

I knew I would regret this as soon as it was over. She would leave me again and the rejection would probably pull me under completely this time, but I just didn't care. For this moment I could lie to myself, I could pretend that she still belonged to me.

I pushed myself into her deeper and faster, always keeping my lips on hers. I felt her muscles begin to contract around me and all thoughts of my pre-game nap were forgotten.