Kiss And Control {Marc-Andre Fleury} Period Eighteen

{I’m two cups into my coffee break, sitting alone in the café from the way..

..I turn my cell of just to breath, because everyone I know just keeps calling me}

Marc’s P.O.V

I pulled the battery out of my phone and put it in my pocket. I shut my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose. In the last hour, between Jordan and Sidney, they called me a total of forty seven times, and that’s not including text messages. I understand they can be mad at me for not going to the airport with them cause Alex was leaving, but I couldn’t watch her leave, it’s bad enough I started crying when I found out she was leaving. What a wimp, I cry when a girl leaves me when I broke up with her..-I stopped myself from bringing up this whole thing again. I just need to push it to the back of my head and focus on my career, my job, important things.

I looked over and watched the boy behind the counter bring my black mug to my table and set it down in front of me. I looked down and stared at it, the little white marshmallows floating to the edges. I felt like crying, the one thing I hate to do. I wasn’t going to see, talk, or hear her for a year, maybe more. Stop thinking about it! But it’s no use. I was still in love with her, but why would she care? She’s on to bigger and better things, a good career, who am I to beg her to drag her back here, holding her back from her dreams, I would never be able to do that to her. I love her too much. But it kills me that she never got my text message from the other day, it was either lost in text messaging space, or worse she deleted it.

I shook my head and looked down into my hot chocolate mug. I was never a fan of hot chocolate, but it’s the only thing left that I can enjoy that will remind me of her.

“Alex.. You’ve been here for a week, and I understand we had an off period which gave you time to” he paused and made a few uhms and errs, “Think about other things, but you’ve spent the whole time in your room, eating and crying. Come on, get out of their, or I will come in there and get you, I’m stronger than you, I can” he said quickly. I threw one of my pillows at the door, then crawled back under the sheets and flipped open the phone staring at the text message Marc sent me, then started crying again. What a loser I am.

“I’m opening the door, and prying you off of the bed” He stated and swung my door open, and a second later, scooped me off of my bed in a pile of sheets and cookie crumbs.

“Put me back in my bed. Now” I said wiping my tears away angrily.

“You’re homesick. I understand. Trust me, you and me will get along so well, I’ll make this place feel like home. Alright?” He said trust mixing in with the ice in his blue eyes. I nodded and smiled.

“Flower, I’m sorry, dude.” Max whispered. I nodded and pushed my hair up as tears rolled down my face, Jordan, Colby, and Sidney were in shock, their hockey equipment lying on the floor. I stared at my closed phone on the floor, the screen dark.

“Marc.. You need me to drive you there?” Kris asked coming over from his cubby. I guess everyone herd me start freaking out, I was being loud, but this was.. Important. I shook my head and leaned over, grabbing my phone, then stood up and walked out into the hallway usually bouncing with energy from reporters and other random security guards, but this was only practice, nothing special. I dialed the number still permanently ingrained in my memory, and waited.

“Hey, I’m not here right now because..” there was a sound of the phone dropping, “She’s at one of our games! Ha! Owned!” A guys voice interrupted, he had a heavy accent. “I’m working, it takes a lot out of me. So please, leave a message and I will gladly get back to you when I don’t have a Swedish hockey player bugging me!” There was a click and the automatic women’s voice started talking. I just snapped my phone shut and had the urge to throw it, but stopped. I walked back into the locker room. Jordan stared at me, everyone else was in the showers.

“I can make it” I whispered. He nodded and started changing. I sat down and looked at my phone, should I call again and leave a message? Would she get back to me? Or is she to busy with the guy?

My phone rang and my heart stopped, it was either two people, and at the moment neither conversation would make me feel better. I answered my phone. “Marc” My dad’s voice cracked, “Are you on your way?”

“Yeah dad, I’m not late am I?” I asked feeling a lump form in my throat.

“Joel, you fat dumb ass!” I screamed and threw a throw pillow at his head as I tried to shake his peanut butter and jelly sandwich off of my foot. “Don’t go and runaway! Get me some paper towel! I can’t track this stuff through the apartment!” I screamed and jumped on one foot over to the wall and held on for dear life, I had no balance whatsoever.

“It’s my apartment!” He retorted.

“And I own half of it, dimwit! Now get me a paper towel!” I screamed and watched him scurry into the kitchen and come back with one single piece of paper towel. “You’re amazing” I hissed and snatched it out of his hand and grabbed the glob of sandwich off of my foot and threw it in the garbage, then walked to the bathroom and cleaned the bottom of my foot off. I walked back to the living room and sat down, seconds later Joel plopped down next to me.

“Ready for the big game?” he asked poking my shoulder. I grunted and fell on my back. “It’s not going to be that bad, except for the fact that you have to sit next to your ex-boyfriend and snap pictures of us scoring on him” he smiled smugly and sprung back up, pacing back and forth. I watched him and then shut my eyes. “My brother should be here any second!” He said excitedly, “He‘s parting from his team, you know it‘s weird that Pittsburgh and New York are making their rounds on us at the same time” He paused, “Sorry”

I ignored the Pittsburgh part and focused on his brother‘s arrival. “Oh good god. Two of you. Twins non-the-less. Why? What’d I ever do?” I said imagining what could possibly go wrong with two Joels going insane around this apartment, having two sandwiches to step in.

“He’s a little.. Calmer than me” Joel smiled and his phone went off. I whined and fell onto the couch, burying my head under a pillow. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, Why don’t I believe him? I stayed like that for awhile, thoughts of Marc drifting into my thoughts like garbage down a river, thanks to Joels leak of the game again. I’ve been getting along fine after leaving -minus the three day bed depression- , well, I’ve been so busy I didn’t have time to think of it. Joel and I were like brothers now, I mean, I even went on vacation with him, Mike Modano -which was ah-mazing, may I add-, Loui Eriksson, Marty Turco, and Matt Niskanen, to California beaches for a week. You could imagine what it would be like to spend a week with them, fun, but aspirins were needed, heavily.

“Alex!” Joel screamed. I sat up and looked at them, they had the same face, and body, and eyes, and nose, but they were.. Different. Some how, the other was better looking, but how? They’re identical twins! I stared at them a little longer, then it clicked. It’s the hair, it’s always the hair.

“This is Henrik, my twin brother” Joel announced.

“Nice to meet you” I said standing up and getting pulled into a bone-crushing hug.
“Nice to meet you too” He said the same accent that Joel had. I took a step back and stared at them, they laughed.

“Never saw twins before?” Joel said walking over to me and pushing me back onto the armchair, then walking to the kitchen and grabbing two cans of Pepsi.

“No. No. I have” I looked down, “I’ve been” I paused and looked at the door, “thinking of some things about the upcoming events.. If that’s a good enough excuse for you” I said slightly embarrassed. I didn’t want ever player in every NHL team that I went out with the Penguins goalie, and even worse, broke up with him, and even worse, worse, left because of him.

“Possibly thinking of Fleury?” Henrik asked, his eyes wide and amused. I stared at him,

“You would know anything about me and him.. How?” I said lightly. He shrugged and looked at Joel blushing like mad. I narrowed my eyes at him and huffed. “I’m not thinking about him, I don’t care about him, and even more, I don’t care if I have to see him” I said and crossed my arms.

“Well lucky you” Henrik said leaning back in his chair yawning. “He has an injury, he’s not playing here, I should know, I’m from up near them” he smiled at me. I nodded. I like his smile more than Joels too.

“Wait. What? He’s hurt?” I said quickly snapping out of my thoughts. Henrik nodded.

“High ankle sprain or something. If anything you’ll see him on the bench” He paused, “You still have to deal with your other friends though” he smiled.

“How much do you know?” I asked bitterly sending daggers toward Joel.

“A.. lot.” He said rolling the word around in his mouth.

“How much does everyone else in the NHL know?” He stared at me and smiled.

“Enough”