Chapter 15 [[Age 16]]

It's about time :)






Chapter 15:
Vero's POV



I was lying on my bed in a pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt just reading a fashion magazine. That’s when Scott called me.
“Hey babe, my parents are coming my game tonight, so you don’t need to.” He said and I felt like that his attention really wasn’t on me.
“I could still go..we just don’t have to meet up afterwards.” I offered.
“No, just don’t come.” Scott snapped.
I bit my lip and looked at my hands. “Okay.” I said stung. His mood almost immediately went back up. “Talk to you later babe, bye.” A few minutes later, my friend Emmi called. “Hey, will you go to the hockey game with me? Tommy invited me, but I don’t want to look like a loser and go by myself!” She shrieked. I pondered, Scott had just told me not to go. But this wasn’t to see him, this was to help a friend out. Plus, I hadn’t hung out with Emmi in a while, it would be fun.
“Yeah sure, I’ll meet you at the rink?” I responded.
“Thank you so much Vero!” Emmi shrieked again before hanging up. What can I say, she’s a very spirited girl. I rolled out of bed before changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple v-neck sweater. I hope that Scott won’t be mad that I showed up anyway. He doesn’t really like me going out when I’m not with him, and I hate it when he gets mad at me. I started my trek to the rink and when I finally made it, I saw a very excited Emmi. She ran forward and clutched my arm, jumping up and down before finally talking. “Vero! I can’t believe he invited me! I mean we were talking on the phone..” I tuned out Emmi’s endless chatter to focus on Marc-Andre. He’s matured as a goalie, scouts were talking that he was going to be one of the greats. I can’t help but feel a little bit responsible for that, I was the crazy one with him all those nights letting him practice. I also couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of sadness, I had missed him blossom the past few years.

The game went great. Marc’s team won 4-3, so it wasn’t one of those boring low scoring games. Even though in my opinion, all hockey games were boring.
“Did you see Tommy wave to me?” Emmi asked and then she linked arms with me as we were walking out of the rink.
“I know! It was so cute, he must really like you.” I said playing along with her excitement. It was about time he payed attention to her, she’s like him for four years without him even acknowledging that she exists. I personally thinks his sudden interest is that she went from an A-cup to a C-cup in two months, but I would never tell her that.
“Oh that bastard! Vero, are you okay? Want me to go slap him?” Emmi’s tone turned to shock and outraged, causing me to snap my head up. The sight before me almost split my heart in two.

Marc-Andre’s POV
I was walking out of the arena with Max while he was telling his story about how he got slap marks on his face. “My two girlfriends met each other last night.” He scrunched his face. “Apparently girls don’t like it when they meet another girl dating their boyfriend.”
I snorted, “I would think Max. Not one of your brightest ideas.”
He laughed. “Well, one sucked in sack and the other wouldn’t do the deed, so it didn’t break my heart.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, Max was such a womanizer. I could only help that it would get better as he got older.
“Oh damn. How did he pick up another hottie? Isn’t he dating your girl next door though?” I looked up to see Scott grabbing another girl’s ass. Yes, this girl was blonde and tall and leggy, but she wasn’t near Vero’s beauty. Anger bubbled up, how could he do this to such a kind, loving girl? I had to keep it in check though, he was my teammate and I couldn’t cause a rile in the team.
Max whistled. “See, I’m not the only one whose girlfriends meet!” He yelled. That’s when I saw Vero standing, looking like some one ripped her heart out. She had obviously stopped in her tracks and she still had her hands in the air, looking absolutely devastated. Teammates my ass! I ran forward towards Scott, ignoring Max’s yells to stop. Sure, he was stronger and bigger than me, but I was taller. I tackled him from behind, bringing us both the ground. I threw a punch in Scott’s face, causing the blonde girl to scream and cover her eyes. Scott cursed before punching me, and we rolled around on the ground before our teammates pried us apart.
“What the hell Marc-Andre!?” He yelled holding his now bloody nose.
“You never deserved her.” I spat out before turning around. Max clapped me on the shoulder. “You showed that bastard.” He whispered into my ear, but I ignored him, going straight for Vero. She now looked shocked and I slipped my arm around her waist. “ You don’t need him V.” I whispered to her before pulling her away from the scene and back home. Halfway through the walk, she was still rigid and stiff. I sighed and I knew I had to tell her. “Veronique, I know I wasn’t here for you last time. But let me promise you, I’m here now and there’s no way your getting rid of me.” It all came out in a rush. She looked up at me before bursting into tears. Shit, I didn’t mean for that to happen. She nodded and blurted out something I couldn’t understand, but I let it go. We eventually got back to our street and she went inside her house. I felt like we just made up as friends, but we never even said a word. I went back to my house and collapsed into bed, it had been an emotionally draining night. The hours ticked by though and I was still lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t get the feeling of her in my arms out of my mind. I knew what I had to do. Without even bothering to put a shirt on or change out of my embarrassing hockey pajama pants, I flew out my house and stood in front of her door. This was the moment of truth, now or never. I almost chickened out, but I had to firmly remind myself to not be such a dipshit. Finally, I knocked on the door. A few minutes later Vero opened the door hesitantly. She was wearing a pair of old sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and her hair was tangled. Still, her and her soft curves were the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
“Marc what the hell are you doing h-“ Vero began to ask but I cut her off. I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me before kissing her passionately. Her body melted into mine and our lips molded together. It was like she was made to be held in my arms. Before we both fainted from lack of oxygen, I regretfully broke the kiss off.
I smiled. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I gasped breathlessly.

We just received the news this morning that my grandpa has passed away. It may be awhile before i updat

Yeah, I suck. I know. I'm sorry :(.

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I was so excited to go to Scott’s hockey game. Well, maybe not excited for the boring hockey part, but the part that he liked me enough to ask me! I tore my closet apart, for once wanting to make a good impression. I decided on a pair of plain black leggings and a grey and white striped sweater (http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3699446 ). I put on a pair of boots and slipped into my winter jacket before putting my gloves. I skipped down the steps and came upon the sad site of my mother. Her hair was thinning and grey, old beyond her years. The whole Marie thing has changed her for good. She now read teen magazines constantly, trying to figure out what caused her to do it. The thing is, she will never know. What Marie did was horrifying and devastating, but we will never get an answer about it. It’s just a way life, even though it sucks. My mom was an amazing mom in my childhood and now she still tries to care, she just can’t for some reason.

“Mom, I’m going to a friend’s hockey game. I’ll come back right after.” I told her.

“Okay.” She said without even looking up from the magazine. No more “make sure you’re dressed warm” or “have fun” or “be back by ten.” Now it’s a just a simple yes. I walked as fast as I could without slipping and falling on my ass. I walked down town to the local hockey rink. Hockey was an obsession here. I’ve been told many times that I am “un Canadien” for not loving hockey. I helped myself to some hot chocolate, a courtesy for attending games. They did anything they could to attract visitors. I viewed the small layout. Man, this sounds like the first day of middle school again. I decided to the middle of the ice, halfway up. That way he could see that I showed up, but it didn’t seem stalkerish. My jaw dropped, I can’t believe who’s on Scott’s team.

Marc-Andre’s POV

I rolled my eyes in the locker room, Scott was getting unbearable. I mean sure, he’s always a cocky player that brags about the girls he gets to come to our games, but it’s never been this bad before.

“Guys, I’m telling you. This is one hot piece of ass.” Scott exclaimed giving us all a look.

“Do you mind sharing?” Max asked smirking. Don’t get me wrong, I love girls. Especially ones with huge boobs. But I like getting to know them and not just going to hook up with them because of their looks.. Oh shit, I’m sounding sentimental. I shook my head and forced a laugh. “I look forward to seeing her.”

We hit the ice and I looked around, no one was there accept the normal parents. Then she caught my eye. Fuck. Anybody but Vero, please. Maybe she wants to be my friend again! Maybe we could go out to Tim Horton’s after my game like we used to. Scott skated to the glass and tapped his stick against the glass before winking at her. Motherfucker, it confirmed my worst fears. Scott is a cocky bastard, no way is he good for Vero! I can’t let him hurt her or I would have to kill him.

Max whacked my shin with his stick. “What is your hot neighbor doing here?” He asked.

“She’s Scott’s “piece of ass.” I gritted through my teeth.

Max’s eyes widened. “After the game I’ll hold him down, so you can take a few shots at him.”

I punched his shoulder. “Thanks man, but that’s not necessary. I’ll just talk to her, she’ll listen to me.” I hope.

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Vero’s POV

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Marc-Andre played horrible, that was the first thing I noticed. Scott played great. But they ended up losing 6-2. I bundled back up and waited outside for Scott to come out.

“Vero! Long time no see.” Max yelled out before coming and standing next to me. I rolled my eyes, “Hello Maxime.”

“You are looking quite lovely today. If you weren’t Scott’s or Marc’s..”He trailed off.

“I’m not Marc-Andre’s.” I snapped.

He held his hands up. “Woah, woah girl. Don’t bite my head off. But speaking of Marc-Andre..”

I cut him off once again. “ I don’t want to talk about him.”

Max turned serious now. “Girl, but he needs you. He hasn’t been himself lately and not being friends is killing him. Of course he’s a shithead that won’t let go of his pride, so he won’t tell you. But it’s true, he needs you badly.”

I discreetly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry Max, but he’s already used up all of my second chances.”

Scott slid up to us and put his arm around my shoulders. “Hey Talbo, why you talking to my girl?” He asked breezily. It irked me a little that he called me his girl before the first date, but I decided to let it go.

“Okay, okay Scott. See you later Vero.” Max said sadly before walking backwards to Marc-Andre.

“Let’s get going Veronique.” Scott said tugging me forward. I looked back one more time and I saw Marc-Andre staring angrily at us.

Chapter 13[[Year 14]]

I forgot to mention a year had passed in the last chapter, so they are fourteen now. I know this is short and the writing is absolutely horrible. This has been the crappiest past two weeks, so I'm trying hard to write. I'm sorry.

Chapter 13

Year 14

Vero's POV

I stared at Marc-Andre, this was the first time I’ve been this close to him in ages. He had definitely gotten taller and matured, he wasn’t the boy I used to hang out with it. I now see what Charlotte sees in him, I just can’t see what he sees in her. She was truly a shallow bitch and I’m not just saying this because I might be jealous. But I’m not jealous, because I’m not friends with him anymore. I’ve moved on, just like he has moved on. Yea, alright, let’s go with that.

Max stepped back. “Oh man, is this your neighbor, Vero, you talk about all the time at practice?” He asked.

Okay, so this Max guy was his teammate for hockey, not some stalker off the street. And secondly, Marc-Andre talks about me?

“Dude, come on. Let’s go inside.” Marc muttered, not even looking at me. So much for always having each other’s back. I walked back inside, ignoring Max’s joyous yells telling me to come back. I guess Marc hadn’t told him in the full story. I walked up to my room and I smiled, it reminded me so much of when I was a kid, when everything was simple. I could see into Marc’s room from across the street, it was exactly the same also. It was nice to know that at least some things never change. I couldn’t get my mind off of Marc, so I decided to do some homework.

 

After a while though, I got bored. History can only keep your mind off of something for so long. Pretty soon though it lets other thoughts leek into your mind. I put on some lip-gloss and made sure I had money in my pocket before walking down to the Tim Horton’s. I sat in the table opposite of where Marc-Andre and I used to sit, steering my thoughts to other concerning problems. Like how I was already behind in sending Marie letters.

“Is some one sitting here?” I heard a recognizable voice asked. I looked up and nodded, flustered and pushed my coffee cup closer to me. It was the boy in my science class, the one that was popular and could speak out the whole time without a second thought. Damn it, what’s his name?

“What are you doing here alone, Vero? What’s wrong?” He asked leaning forward.

I snorted and he looked at me. “What?”

“I mean that was really straight forward considering the fact that we’ve exchanged about two words before.” I said shrugging.

He raised his eyebrows at me. “I think I know you a lot better then you think.”

I smiled instantly feeling up to the quiet challenge he just sent. “Oh really?”

“Yes, like how you are always drawing in your sketch book when we are supposed to be taking notes. It looks like you draw outfits. You’re a great friend and can be very outgoing, but lately you’ve been shy. It’s something to do with your sister I think.” He said leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. He was very cocky. Like Marc.

“Oh really? How do you know all of this? You stalk me or something?” I asked laughing.

He shrugged, “I guess you can just say I’m good at reading people.”

“Okay, think you think.” I stated, shaking my head while still giggling. It felt so good just to laugh like this again.

“Like I know that you want to come to my hockey game tonight and then go out for ice cream.” He stated. This was crazy, I didn’t even know his name yet he was asking me out. But something about him drew me towards him, I couldn’t say no.

“Sure, why not. Which rink?” I asked trying to keep the excitement from creeping into my voice.

He wrote it down on the napkin before standing up. “My mom’s gonna kill me if I don’t get her coffee back to her. I’ll see you tonight Vero.” He said before standing up. I smiled down at the table, finally tonight I was going to have fun.

“Oh Vero.” He called out.

I looked up to see that he had stopped at the doorway.

“Yea?”

“It’s Scott.” He said before winking.

Chapter 12 [[Year 13]]

Okay so this chapter was written in a totally different format. This is just a phase that Vero is going through in this time of her life. Please tell me if you like it or hate it. WOO on the win tonight!! P.S. Anyone know any good Jordan Staal fanfics?

Chapter 12 [[Year 13]]

Vero’s POV

 

A tear comes to mind, when I think of you

And remember the time when our friendship was new.

A gentle smile centered on your face,

And I knew that then was the time and place,

To kiss you, I did and felt a tick back in my heart.

I thought we'd be forever and never part,

But now we have come to a fork in the road,

Where we must no longer carry each other's load,

Let the burden off our shoulders and not leave a scar,

For the paths we are taking are very far apart.

I will remember always the places we went,

And cherish forever the time we've spent.

So now is the time where I say goodbye,

Spend one last minute lost in your eyes.

As much as I know that we can't stay,

I hope our paths will cross again some other day....

 

-Derek del Barrio

 

The funny thing is, you never know how much you depend on some one until they’re gone. How you automatically want to tell them something, but then it dawns to you that you can’t. That the person that has always been there for you, now is gone. No one to tell secrets with. No one to stay up all night talking to the phone on. No one to tease. No one to dress up with just for fun. Sure, I have lots of other friends. But no one will ever get me like Marc-Andre does, did, get me.

 

While Marie was getting better slowly, I was slowly getting worse. I didn’t let it show physically and I refused to talk about it. But the truth is, since that day I haven’t stopped thinking about Marc. The little traits that used to drive me crazy, I’m not going crazy without them. How high-pitched his laugh can be. How he loves to draw attention to himself. How he tells his stupid jokes. How he could always make me laugh, even on my darkest days. But no, to everyone on the outside, I was perfectly fine. Marc-Andre doesn’t even matter to me. That’s the lie I tell every one. Truth: I feel like I’m suffocating without him.

 

“Veronique, I get out of the hospital today. But I have to go right to that rehab center.” Marie complained, wrinkling up her nose.

I looked up from the crossword puzzle on my lap, forcing a smile on my face. “You’re probably excited to get out of this bed.” Now I was playing the role of the perfect little sister. Truth: I desperately didn’t want Marie to leave. Even though she was the sick one, she was getting me through this.

Marie rolled her eyes. “I know, I want to walk. But still, what happens if rehab is totally scary and I get roomed with the crazy one?” She asked.

I let out a laugh, “That’s not possible, because you’re the freak.” I teased her.

Maman walked in. I studied her face, it used to be young and beautiful. Now it’s pale and constantly pinched with permanent worry lines etched onto it. Lie: We are all doing so much better. Truth: We will never be the same.

“Veronique, you have to go to school today. We can’t let your grades fall down. Now say goodbye to your sister, you won’t be visiting her until next week.” She told me.

I felt the tears pool in my eyes and I leaned forward and gently kissed Marie’s fragile cheek. “Please get better?” I begged her.

She ruffled her hair, a tear slipping down her face. “And you better write to me, okay?”

“I promise.” I said before standing up and walking out of the room, lingering outside of it before finally tearing myself away.

 

School

Friends all rushed up to me, chattering about who was going out with who. Lie: I told them everything thing was back to normal and I care. Truth: I don’t give a shit. Seeing Marc-Andre sped up my heart, but I said I didn’t care. The girls formed a close knit circle around me whenever he walked by. Whoever said losing a lover was harder then losing a best friend, was obviously full of crap. Lunch. I sat at the table in the middle of the room. Lie: I was thrilled sitting at the popular table, the table that every girl secretly wanted to sit at. I cared about all the petty drama going around. Truth: I just wanted to be sitting next to Marc-Andre cracking jokes and talking about hockey, event though I didn’t get half of it. The place where I normally sat was now occupied by Victoria, who was clinging onto his arm. Go figure on how fast he moved on without me.

 

Finally, school was done. I was finally able to curl up in my bed under the blankets, stealing a shirt from Marie’s closet. Inhaling her scent and remembering all the fond times with Marc, finally soothed me enough to drift into a blissful sleep..

 

Next Morning

I padded downstairs into the kitchen to find the house eerily quiet for a Saturday morning. Lie: On the kitchen table was a note about how my parents had to work. Truth: An excuse to get away from the house and memories. I walked outside into the bright light to get the mail and I instantly saw a short boy in Marc-Andre’s yard. I was suddenly very conscious about the short pajama shorts and the tank top I was wearing.

He came over and whistled. “Helloo beautiful. It’s your lucky day meeting me.” He said in a cocky tone.

I rolled my eyes. “And who are you?” I asked.

“The man of your dreams.” He replied.

I laughed, this guys attempts were so pathetic and we both knew it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Vero.”

He got dangerously close to me, putting his hand on my back. “And I’m Max.” The heat from his hand was searing through my shirt. For some reason, I had to idea to tell him to move it. Lie: I didn’t like it. Truth: It felt great for some one to finally care. Then, I heard the door shut from across the street and footsteps cross.

“What the hell is going on here?” A pissed of Marc-Andre asked, his eyes flashing.

 

Lie: It doesn’t matter he’s seeing me with another guy. Truth: I am so fucking glad he’s jealous. 

Okay so this chapter was written in a totally different format. This is just a phase that Vero is going through in this time of her life. Please tell me if you like it or hate it. WOO on the win tonight!! P.S. Anyone know any good Jordan Staal fanfics?

Chapter 12 [[Year 13]]

Vero’s POV

 

A tear comes to mind, when I think of you

And remember the time when our friendship was new.

A gentle smile centered on your face,

And I knew that then was the time and place,

To kiss you, I did and felt a tick back in my heart.

I thought we'd be forever and never part,

But now we have come to a fork in the road,

Where we must no longer carry each other's load,

Let the burden off our shoulders and not leave a scar,

For the paths we are taking are very far apart.

I will remember always the places we went,

And cherish forever the time we've spent.

So now is the time where I say goodbye,

Spend one last minute lost in your eyes.

As much as I know that we can't stay,

I hope our paths will cross again some other day....

 

-Derek del Barrio

 

The funny thing is, you never know how much you depend on some one until they’re gone. How you automatically want to tell them something, but then it dawns to you that you can’t. That the person that has always been there for you, now is gone. No one to tell secrets with. No one to stay up all night talking to the phone on. No one to tease. No one to dress up with just for fun. Sure, I have lots of other friends. But no one will ever get me like Marc-Andre does, did, get me.

 

While Marie was getting better slowly, I was slowly getting worse. I didn’t let it show physically and I refused to talk about it. But the truth is, since that day I haven’t stopped thinking about Marc. The little traits that used to drive me crazy, I’m not going crazy without them. How high-pitched his laugh can be. How he loves to draw attention to himself. How he tells his stupid jokes. How he could always make me laugh, even on my darkest days. But no, to everyone on the outside, I was perfectly fine. Marc-Andre doesn’t even matter to me. That’s the lie I tell every one. Truth: I feel like I’m suffocating without him.

 

“Veronique, I get out of the hospital today. But I have to go right to that rehab center.” Marie complained, wrinkling up her nose.

I looked up from the crossword puzzle on my lap, forcing a smile on my face. “You’re probably excited to get out of this bed.” Now I was playing the role of the perfect little sister. Truth: I desperately didn’t want Marie to leave. Even though she was the sick one, she was getting me through this.

Marie rolled her eyes. “I know, I want to walk. But still, what happens if rehab is totally scary and I get roomed with the crazy one?” She asked.

I let out a laugh, “That’s not possible, because you’re the freak.” I teased her.

Maman walked in. I studied her face, it used to be young and beautiful. Now it’s pale and constantly pinched with permanent worry lines etched onto it. Lie: We are all doing so much better. Truth: We will never be the same.

“Veronique, you have to go to school today. We can’t let your grades fall down. Now say goodbye to your sister, you won’t be visiting her until next week.” She told me.

I felt the tears pool in my eyes and I leaned forward and gently kissed Marie’s fragile cheek. “Please get better?” I begged her.

She ruffled her hair, a tear slipping down her face. “And you better write to me, okay?”

“I promise.” I said before standing up and walking out of the room, lingering outside of it before finally tearing myself away.

 

School

Friends all rushed up to me, chattering about who was going out with who. Lie: I told them everything thing was back to normal and I care. Truth: I don’t give a shit. Seeing Marc-Andre sped up my heart, but I said I didn’t care. The girls formed a close knit circle around me whenever he walked by. Whoever said losing a lover was harder then losing a best friend, was obviously full of crap. Lunch. I sat at the table in the middle of the room. Lie: I was thrilled sitting at the popular table, the table that every girl secretly wanted to sit at. I cared about all the petty drama going around. Truth: I just wanted to be sitting next to Marc-Andre cracking jokes and talking about hockey, event though I didn’t get half of it. The place where I normally sat was now occupied by Victoria, who was clinging onto his arm. Go figure on how fast he moved on without me.

 

Finally, school was done. I was finally able to curl up in my bed under the blankets, stealing a shirt from Marie’s closet. Inhaling her scent and remembering all the fond times with Marc, finally soothed me enough to drift into a blissful sleep..

 

Next Morning

I padded downstairs into the kitchen to find the house eerily quiet for a Saturday morning. Lie: On the kitchen table was a note about how my parents had to work. Truth: An excuse to get away from the house and memories. I walked outside into the bright light to get the mail and I instantly saw a short boy in Marc-Andre’s yard. I was suddenly very conscious about the short pajama shorts and the tank top I was wearing.

He came over and whistled. “Helloo beautiful. It’s your lucky day meeting me.” He said in a cocky tone.

I rolled my eyes. “And who are you?” I asked.

“The man of your dreams.” He replied.

I laughed, this guys attempts were so pathetic and we both knew it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Vero.”

He got dangerously close to me, putting his hand on my back. “And I’m Max.” The heat from his hand was searing through my shirt. For some reason, I had to idea to tell him to move it. Lie: I didn’t like it. Truth: It felt great for some one to finally care. Then, I heard the door shut from across the street and footsteps cross.

“What the hell is going on here?” A pissed of Marc-Andre asked, his eyes flashing.

 

Lie: It doesn’t matter he’s seeing me with another guy. Truth: I am so fucking glad he’s jealous. 

Chapter 11 [[Year 13]]

Chapter 11 [[Year 13]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

I stared at Vero and I clutched onto Victoria’s hand tighter. Something must be really bad, I’ve never seen Vero like this. She’s always been collected, no matter how mad she has gotten at me.

“Thank God you’re home Marc!” Maman exclaimed before seeing Victoria “Oh..and you brought Victoria too.” I know Maman didn’t like Vicky, she thought she was “loose.” That was personally my favorite part.

“Yea…I was just wondering..if I could go to Vicky’s house..” I said trailing off and Victoria giggled. How could she be laughing when Vero was trying to stop her tears?

“Marc-Andre, can I talk to you in the living room?” My maman hissed at me, trying to keep her voice calm. I nodded, oh man, was I in for it. I walked into the living room as slow as possible.

“Don’t you see that Vero’s distraught!” She whispered-yelled.

I picked my nail beds self-consciously, trying to act like it was no big deal. “Yea, what’s up with that?”

“Marie is going to the hospital and I don’t know what kind of condition she’s in. Apparently Veronique found her.” Mom explained.

I locked up in shock. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I was thinking you could ask her. After you send Victoria home of course.”

“About them Mom…can I please go to her house, her parents are home, I promise.” I begged.

She stared at me in shock. “You’re best friend is crying at our kitchen table and you don’t want to stay with her? She’s always been there for you Marc-Andre!”

I shrugged, “Well my girlfriend needs me so..can I?” I asked.

Mom looked at me in disgust. “Sure Marc-Andre Fleury, go. You’re obviously not the young man that I raised.” She said before standing up and going back into the kitchen. I followed her and saw Victoria gabbing to Vero at the kitchen table.

“So oh my gawd, Vero, where did you get that bag I saw you bring to school yesterday? It was so ca-yoot! I just have to get it.” She exclaimed.

“Oh um, I dunno.” Vero said shrugging and looking down. I shook my head in disbelief before saying. “Come on Victoria, my mom said I could go.”

She immediately jumped up. “Sweet! I hope your brother..or sister..or whatever is okay, Veronique! See you at school on Monday.” Victoria said before jumping up. I took her hand and walked out of the house, trying not to drown in guilt.

 

Vero’s POV

 

I glared at the back of Marc’s back, I can’t believe he was picking that sluts side over mine. M. Fleury came in the kitchen holding keys, “Hey Vero, I can drop you off at the hospital now.” I nodded my head glumly and followed him to the car on autopilot. We drove to the hospital in silence. “Merci,  M. Fleury, I appreciate everything.” I told him.

He shook his head. “It was nothing Vero, please update us when you get information.” I nodded my head and ran into the waiting room where my papa was pacing around anxiously. “Veronique!” He yelled out before enveloping me into a tight hug.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, letting the tears fall down my face.

He hung his head. “She’s anorexic. Her body literally ran out of juice to fuel her..I’m her dad..I should have noticed.” He said before crying also.

I had no idea what this medically means, but all I know was that it was bad.

“Can I see her?” I begged.

Papa nodded, “She’s in the ICU unit though and she’s hooked up to a lot of different wires. She’s been put on sedatives, but I think she likes having her hand being held.” He told me. I walked to her room and gasped at the sight of my big sister lying so pale and weak on the hospital bed. I suddenly got angry, Marie was supposed to be my big sister that protected me. She wasn’t supposed to be in this hospital bed. Instead of letting it out though, I just held her hand and wept.

 

Next Morning

 

         Time seemed to go by dreadfully slow last night. I only dozed off for a few hours. I was alone with Marie, because maman and papa had to go to work. I know that they are secretly stressing about the hospital bills. I heard footsteps coming into the room and I assumed it was one of Marie’s friends, they have been dropping in and out regularly this morning.

“Vero?” A voice so familiar to me I could remember it in my sleep asked me cautiously.

“What are you doing here, Marc?” I hissed, still not facing him.

“Why do you think silly? I just love walking around hospitals. No, I wanted to see how you and Marie are doing. I brought flowers…” Marc-Andre said, acting like nothing had happened last night.

“I’m surprised you’re not too busy with Victoria.” I retorted before spinning around and finally facing him.

“V, I’m so sorry last night. I just didn’t know what to do. Hey, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He explained.

“You’re not going to have that chance.” I said flatly.

He looked bewildered. “Why?” He asked.

“The second you chose her over me, we stopped being friends.” I said.

I heard him gasp, “Veronique, please no! You have to be kidding!” He begged.

“I mean it Marc-Andre. Get out.” I said coldly.

 

And then I had to pretend that every step that took him further away from me, didn’t break my heart.

Chapter 10 [[Year 13 and 14]]

Chapter 10[[Year 13]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

         I let go of Vero almost immediately, I was shocked. It had never occurred to me to kiss her, she was always just my best friend. I had no idea why that had come upon me. I do have to admit, when she was defending me it was a bit….sexy. I shook my head, I HAD to stop thinking like this. I mean Vero’s the girl that sees me when I first wake up the morning and I let her do things to me that I would never let any one else with boobs to do to me. I now had to turn my attention to her.

She was bright red and was tucking a strand of her long, dark hair behind her ears. “Um..Marc-Andre, what was that?” She asked timidly.

I self-consciously ran my hand through my hair. “Uhh, it was a thank you.” I tried to explain.

She smirked at me, “You thank all of your friends like that? I’m sure they love that.” She commented trying to lighten the situation.

“I mean, it was just a really important thank you. I mean like, there was no tongue or anything. It was like a thank you hug…just with our lips.” I tried to explain, but failed miserably.

“If you would have used tongue, I would have smacked you.” Vero said gagging. I was slightly offended by this comment. Sure I was lanky and had skinny legs, but in my opinion I was pretty good looking.

She immediately saw my hurt and spoke up. “ I mean if I had to kiss any one with tongue, I mean I would kiss you! Not that I want to kiss you with tongue or anything because you’re my best friend! But I mean if I had to..” She smiled sheepishly, “just forget that I ever said anything.”

I nodded, “Forgetting this past twenty minutes would be a good thing. Deal?” I asked holding out my pinky. She took my pinky with hers and we pink swore.

But it was back to being awkward. “I’m just gonna go…over there.” She pointed to a direction behind me.

“Ya, and I’m just uh going to go over there…” I said pointing in the opposite direction of her. We both went to move and bumped into each other. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the left slightly, and I went to the right. I never thought a kiss I did could be so awkward.

 

[[Year 14]]

Vero’s POV

 

         For the first couple weeks after that kiss, it was pretty awkward. Marc-Andre and I skirted around each other for a while, before he got a girlfriend. His girlfriend is Victoria, and she just hated me. I had finally become popular. I was the girl every one wanted to have sleepovers with and I had the “wardrobe to die for.” I thought I would be so excited when this day happened, but I was actually sad. Marc-Andre and I never hung out like we used to do, just spending all day Saturday’s hanging out in my room. I was thinking about this when I walked to go to the bathroom and I turned the doorknob. To my surprise, it was locked.

“Marie! Hurry up, I really have to go!” I whined impatiently and began jiggling the handle. There was no reply.

“Marie come on, just tell me if I should go downstairs?” I asked while still jiggling the handle. No reply again.

“Marie…” I asked starting to get worried. I ran into my room and got a hairpin and then picked the door open. I almost fainted at the sight in front of me. The toilet lid was open and there was blood and other particles in the toilet. Marie was passed out next to the toilet with a toothbrush in her hand. She looked so pale and I could see every rib in her. I screamed loudly.

“Marie Oh my god! Maman, papa, au secours! Marie, réveillez-vous s'il vous plaît! Marie! Quelqu'un de l'aider, s'il vous plaît!” I screamed panicky and began to sob. I knelt down her and put my fingers to her neck, she had no pulse. My Maman and Papa came running upstairs. Maman immediately began crying when she saw Marie and ran to go get the phone. Papa wrapped his arms around me and wrapped his arm around me, taking my down the stairs. He opened the front door and we started to cross the street. I just realized then he was taking me to the Fleury’s house. He rang the doorbell and Marylene opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the state I was in. Mme Fleury was right behind her.

“John, what’s wrong?” She exclaimed.

My dad sighed. “Veronique found Marie in the bathroom…” he paused because his voice got shaky and he dabbed his eyes, “it doesn’t look good. I don’t want her to be around.” He said barely being able to finish.

Mme Fleury nodded and immediately wrapped her arms around me and I saw my dad sprinting across the street before she shut the door. She sat me down in the kitchen table and wrapped a blanket around me before setting down a large steaming mug of hot chocolate. I just sat there, staring ahead. I heard the whines of a siren from outside my house. I could just imagine them loading Marie’s slim, easily breakable body onto the stretcher. Marie and I fought a lot, but I couldn’t imagine life without her. I began to weep silently again. Mme Fleury just sat at the table with me, handing me tissues and making “shhh” noises. Marylene was watching me from the steps.

 

That’s when Marc-Andre came in laughing and spun Victoria around while holding her hand the whole time. The smile died on his lips when he saw me.

Chapter 9[[Year 13]]

Okay guys, I am so sorry that I have updated in a while. Soccer is back to full swing and school is starting. Start expecting one post a week from each of my stories, maybe two if I get times during the weekend. I also have Penn State football season tickets, so my time will be crammed in the fall. I know this is a unique way for a story, so I just want to thank you all so much for following and leaving comments, you guys are amazing. I couldn't do this without you. Please leave suggestions or ideas for the story in comments or feel free to e-mail me at kristyyy87@yahoo.com

Chapter 9 [[Year 13]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

“Ummm Marc?” She said hesitantly and I could hear a voice in the background.

“What Charlotte?” I asked nervously, I wanted to go out with her so bad. I would be crushed if she said no.

“You know I’m dating John, right?” Charlotte asked me. I heard Charlotte talk in the background to some one and I now heard John’s distinctive voice. Oh shit. John is the toughest guy in the class. He got all the girls he wanted and would try and shove little people in lockers. Vero was looking at me eagerly, trying to tell from my facial expressions if she was saying yes or no.

“Ohhhh…I’m sorry I didn’t know that. Just forget it.” I said with a sigh. Vero slumped in her seat a little and mouthed a “I’m sorry” to me.

“And um, one more thing Marc-Andre…John wants to talk to you.” She said in an apologetic tone.

I gulped and shakily pressed the phone to my ear tighter and heard John speak. “What the hell do you think you are going after MY girlfriend. You know what, tomorrow during school you are going to find out how sorry you are exactly.” He said viciously before hanging up. I stared at Vero in pure horror before for some reason grabbing her wrist, pulling her up, and running out the door.

“What the hell are we doing?” She asked while running. I didn’t answer, but just kept running. Ignoring the fact that the cold air was making my lungs ache.

“Ow!” She yelled out and I turned around. She was sprawled out on the icy sidewalk.

“Vero, are you okay?” I asked, but was looking around the whole time.

“Just tell me why you were going crazy and I might be.” She said crossly, standing up slowly.

“So I didn’t know Charlotte had a boyfriend. Guess who her boyfriend is? JOHN! And know he is going to beat the living crap out of me!” I yelped.

Vero’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh Marc-Andre, you are so dead.” She told me.

“Yes, I know. That’s why we run!” I yelled but this time I grabbed her hand to make sure she didn’t fall. Or if at least if I fell, she was going down with me. We ran into my house, my mom and dad barely looking up from their books. Ever since “The Talk”, Vero was the only allowed to go into my room. I shuddered even thinking about that night.Most.Awkard.Hour.Of.My.Life.Period.

 

Veronique’s POV

         I paced around the familiar room I’ve basically grown up in. He still has all the Patrick Roy posters he had when he was little, but added some Martin Brodeur posters too. In his bookcase, were books only on hockey. His maman and I learned the hard way that he refuses to read any books that don’t have hockey mentioned in them.

“I am so sorry, Marc-Andre! This is all my fault!” I cried out, wringing my hands.

He sighed and starting throwing a bouncy ball at his wall. “Whatever, when I die, you get all the stuff in my room. I know you don’t like hockey, but I can’t let Marylene get hold of any of it.” He told me gravely.

“Why did you mention my name?” A small voice asked from outside the door. I assume it was Marylene eavesdropping, now that she was older all she wanted to do was hang out with us.

“Marylene! Go away!” Marc-Andre yelled before opening the door and throwing a book in her general direction.

“I’m telling Maman!” She yelled and I could here her start crying before running down stairs.

“That wasn’t very nice Marc.” I told him.

He shrugged. “Whatever, she’s Marylene. Now come on V, think about how I could not get killed.” He urged me on.

“Well, maybe you could miss school?” I said pondering the idea.

“How?”

“Play sick of course.”

 

Next Morning

         I frowned at Marc-Andre at the bus stop. “I assume we didn’t practice the fake cough enough?”

“Well duh, I’m here aren’t I? My day of death.” He mumbled miserably.

 

 

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         We were walking into the building when a hand grabbed Marc-Andre’s shirt from behind and slammed him against the wall. John. Marc let out a small groan before closing his eyes, not even trying to fight.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” A small group of kids started to chant. John punched Marc in the stomach and he shut his eyes, I could tell he was trying to let out a noise. I glared at Charlotte who was standing behind the scene, when I finally realized I couldn’t take it.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” I yelled at John before starting to try and pull him back.

“Awwww your little girlfriend is trying to protect you.” John mocked.

I threw my books at him as hard as I could. “NO, I AM JUST HIS FRIEND. SOMETHING YOU DON’T HAVE BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST A DICK THAT LIKES TO BEAT UP GOOD PEOPLE.” I yelled getting right into his face before trying to push him back again.

John finally started backing up a little. “Oh yeah..um okay…I’m going to be late for class.” He stuttered before walking swiftly towards the building.

 

Marc-Andre looked at me before hugging me tightly and to my surprise, kissed me.

Chapter 8 [[Year 13]]

So right now, I'm watching Game 1 of the 2008 Rangers vs Penguins series. They're down 3-0 right now, so the announcers are saying how Fleury isn't a playoff goalie and how the Ottawa series was just a fluke. They must feel like idiots after this year, SUCKERS! haha

Chapter 8[[Year 13]]

Vero’s POV

 

I took Marie’s dinner upstairs on a tray, she was claiming she wasn’t feeling well. I opened the door and saw her sitting curled up at her desk. She was pale and had such dark circles under her eyes, she didn’t even care about her appearance anymore.

She smiled tiredly at me, “Hey Veronique, tell mom I’m not hungry and that I’ll make sure to drink a lot of fluids.” She was the only one who refused to call me Vero. I sighed before looking at my watch, it was 8:15 and I promised to meet Marc-Andre at Tim Horton’s after his hockey game at 8:30. “Whatever Marie.” I muttered and I put the tray on her desk anyway and slammed the door. I ran to my room, changing into my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a thick sweater. I put on my winter jacket, my pink gloves, and wrapped a scarf around my neck. I made sure there was a few dollars in my pocket before going outside and walking down the snowy streets. I almost fell a couple times, but luckily I made it to Tim Horton’s without falling. I embraced the warm air inside and looked around for Marc. I immediately saw him and it struck me how much we had changed from when we were little. He had become tall and had grown out his brown hair. He wasn’t able to develop noticeable muscle yet, but you could tell he was trying to work out for hockey. I smiled, he already had a bag of Timbits on the table and two steaming hot coffees. Coming here and drinking coffee was our little secret, our parents would flip out if they knew. But having a coffee cup in our hands made us feel so grown up.

He waved me over, “V, V! We won our game and I got a shut out!” He yelled eagerly.

I smiled sitting down and grabbing my coffee. “Seriously? How many shots?” I thought hockey was confusing, but Marc was obsessed with it, so I tried.

“Well…my dad says around 20, but I swear it was like 100! I mean I was like ninja goalie..WHAM! BAM! AND FLEURY MAKES THE SAVE.” He tried to save, but he ended up flipping off the chair and landing face first on the ground. People were staring, so he quickly got up and sat back in the chair. I was laughing, but blushing at the same time even though it wasn’t me that fell out of the chair. “Jesus Christ, Marc-Andre, nice way to make people stare!” I exclaimed.

He playfully stroked the side of his face. “Darling, you know they’re staring anyway because of my sexy looks.” He joked.

I rolled my eyes, “You’re such a cocky bastard.” I said, but I couldn’t help but laugh. A pretty, older blonde girl walked in and Marc-Andre blatantly checked her out, looking her up and down. “Marc!” I yelled, punching him on the shoulder.

Marc tore his eyes away, “What?” He asked.

I smirked, “You sure don’t think girls have cooties anymore.” For some reason, that caused him to blush madly. “Who’s the girl?” I asked in a sing-song voice.

He blushed looking at his hands. “Why do you think I like some one?” He asked me.

I gave him a look. “Dude, you’re my best friend. I know everything.” I told him.

“Welllll, you know Charlotte, the girl in our history class?” He asked me.

I nodded, smiling on the outside but I couldn’t help but feel a little twinge inside. “Why do you like her?” I asked.

A smile slowly formed on his face. “You’ve seen her, she’s hot!” I glared at him before he quickly added. “And she’s smart too! She’s really nice to me and she laughs..” He said and kept muttering to himself.

I snapped my fingers. “Hello, Romeo. Snap out of it and just ask her out!”

 

“Bonjour, Charlotte. Would you like to go out with me, like on a date?”