Sick

Guys, I am SO sorry I haven't updated. But I went out Tuesday night with some friends, and when I got back and I had this killer headache. So I'm like okay...take some motrin and I eventually fall asleep. Now I wake up on Wednesday and I feel absolutely HORRIBLE. It was probably one of the worst headaches I've ever head, it went all around my head. When I sat up I got dizzy and I was so hot. I go to the doctors yesterday, and it ends up I have a virus! Who gets a virus in the middle of summer? Apparently me. What sucks is, I'm leaving for vacation in about an hour to Nantucket, which is on my Top 3 list. You don't know how much I wanted to get an update in before I left. I'll be gone for a week, and I might be able to post MAYBE a chapter or maybe two. So once again, I'm so sorry :(

Chapter 3 [[Year 7]]

Chapter 3 [[Year 7]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

It was 9:45 at night, fifteen minutes past my bedtime. I couldn’t help feel a little bit guilty, my mom trusted me to go to bed on time. At exactly 9:50, I pulled the curtains aside to reveal my large window. It stretched across at least a couple feet and luckily Veronique’s did the same. {{Kinda like the window’s in You Belong With Me music video}}. I got out my flashlight and saw she was in front of her window too. I blinked the flashlight on and off twice. We had grown to get a code, two flashes means it’s a yes, but one flash means a no. We’ve also come up with a lot of different codes too. She looked behind her at her away before flashing her flashlight twice. I gave her a thumbs up before quietly leaving my room and walking down the hallway. I slipped past my dad was up with my little sister, Marylene, and snuck out the back door. I grabbed my hockey bag and met in Veronique’s back yard.

“This is crazy Marc!” She hissed rubbing her arms.

 I gave her a look, “You want me to get into the NHL, right?” I asked her impatiently.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do Marc-Andre.”

I flashed her a smile. “Then let’s go!” We started running through the yards of our neighbors until we got next to the park’s roller hockey rink. Since they kept it locked at night, we had to jump over it. Veronique gave me a leg up, since I’m shorter. Wait, no! A girl is definitely not taller then me..it’s just her hair adds half an inch. I mean guys are supposed to be taller then girls..

 

She started climbing the fence until she lost her balance and fell the last foot, landing next to me.

 

Veronique’s POV

 

My knee hurt so bad, it was scraped and I could see the blood.

“Veronique!Veronique! Are you okay?” I heard Marc ask panicky.

“I’m um fine, just a band-aide please?” I knew Marc-Andre always kept band-aides in his pocket. It was a bit creepy, but I’ll go with it.

“Okay, do you want Scooby-Doo, Tweety Bird, or a Barbie band-aide?” He asked pulling out the different band-aides.

“Umm, why do you have a Barbie band-aide?” I asked a bit creeped out.

He blushed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I know they’re you’re favorites.”

“Merci.” I said joyfully before slapping it on my knee. He pulled me up. “Ready Teddy?”

“Roger that.” I told him before he handed me his old hockey stick, and he put on his helmet and crouched in front of the goal.

“Okay, so shoot as hard as you can.” He told me excitedly. I winded up trying to do a slapshot, but I totally missed and it flew off the boards somewhere.

“You’re right, this is crazy you might kill me. Please stay with fashion.” He practically begged me. We both didn’t notice the footsteps behind us. “Veronique, Marc! What are you doing!” A voice hissed.

Sorry for the short update, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. So much fun right? Ughh I hate doctors. Anywayz, I'll try and get another chapter up tomorrow.

Chapter 2 [[Year 6]]

Thanks for the comments and the encouragement! Please tell your other Penguin fanfiction reading peeps about my stories, I LOVE followers and comments. It seriously makes my day haha. Enjoy :]

Chapter 2 [[Year 6]]

Veronique’s POV

 

I woke up the next morning and yawned clutching my pet dog, Jessie, that I couldn’t sleep without. My eyes focused onto the outfit my mommy picked out for me, a simple light pink dress with yellow flowers on it with my princess sneakers. I happily slipped it on before running across to Marie’s room, pulling the door open. She was hunched over her desk with make up smudged under her eyes and she looked like she hadn’t slept at all.

“Veronique, what the heck are you doing? It’s 9:00 AM in the morning!” she snapped at me. Before we moved, she was never like this to me. She loved playing with me and she never yelled at me.

“Marie, Marie” I said tugging her hand, “please play Barbies with me?” I begged.

“No Veronique, I’m not six anymore like you, now aller loin!” She told me.

My lower lip began to tremble, “Please? You used to play with me every morning. I miss it.” I said.

Her face softened, “I’m a little tired right now V, but I promise you we can play for a little tonight.”

“Merci!” I exclaimed before kissing her cheek and going downstairs to eat breakfast. Mommy was on the phone talking, but when she saw me coming down the steps she hung up. “Papa is off to work early, but I made you pancakes sweetheart.” She told me. I sat down at the table eagerly and started pouring powder sugar on them. “Merci beaucoup Maman!”

She sat down at the table across from me. “I just got off the telephone with Mme Fleury, the neighbor across the street, since I have a lot of unpacking to do, I’m going to drop you off there for a couple hours.”

I stared at her nervously. “All by my self Mommy?” I asked her timidly.

She smiled at my tiredly before taking me hand. “You’re going to be okay, Veronique. You’re a strong little girl.”

 

Marc’s POV

 

I sat on the bottom of my room flipping through “NHL’s Goaltender History” book. I couldn’t understand most of the words, but I loved looking at the pictures. I didn’t even look up when my Maman came in. “Marc-Andre dear, please clean up this room. The new little girl across the street, Veronique, is coming over for the day. I want you to be nice and no fighting.” She said sternly.

“But Mom, she’s a girl.”

“Marc! It doesn’t matter if she has three legs, she’s knew here and you’re going to be nice to her no matter what!” She exclaimed.

“Yes Maman.” I mumbled staring at my feet. She looked out my window, “Oh, there they are now!” She said before hustling downstairs. I looked out the window, sure enough she had a bunch of Barbies with her. I don’t like girls, they have too many cooties. I reluctantly scurried downstairs, standing behind my mom shyly. My mom pushed me out in front of her.

“Veronique, this is Marc-Andre. You to are both the same age.”

“I know, I talked to him yesterday.” She said quietly. My mom looked back and forth between the two of us, “Well, how about you go down to the playroom?” I sighed heavily, now all of my toys were going to be infected. We both went downstairs, I immediately went to my knee hockey stick. “Do you want to play?” I asked. She wrinkled her nose, “No thank you, I’ll just play with my Barbies.” She said before pulling them out of a bag and arranging them in a certain order. I rolled my eyes, girls. I just shot around for a little, before I hit the ball and it went off target. It went flying towards Veronique and it knocked the head right off one of her Barbies. “Hey! You did that on purpose!” She yelled, her face turning red. For some reason, her being mad upset me. “Um um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” I told her honestly. I looked around to find something to fix it. I saw a roll of that super sticky tape that my dad always uses to fix things. “Here!” I exclaimed before ripping a piece and wrapping it around the doll’s head and neck. It looked pretty messed up, so I was expecting her to be mad. Instead she giggled, “That looks really cool!” She said. That’s when my mom came downstairs, setting two bowls of Mac N Cheese down on the coffee table. Awesome, my favorite lunch!

“I love Mac n Cheese!” Veronique blurted out, smiling. My mom smiled back, “So does Marc. Now what movie’s do you two want to watch?” She started going through our video tapes. “There’s Spidermon, Pokemon, Scooby-doo..” She told us.

“SCOOBY-DOO!” Veronique and I both yelled. I looked at her surprisd, I didn’t think of her as a Scooby-doo type of girl. “I love Scooby-Doo too!” She said sheepishly. And at that moment, I knew we were going to be friends, despite our distances. She loves Scooby-Doo and Mac n Cheese. That’s all a guy could ask in for a girl. I would just have to overlook her love of pink and teach her some hockey.. Little did we know at the time, that that day in the playroom was the beginning of something epic.

Chapter 1 [[Year 6]]

Okay, so I absolutely LOVE Vero and Marc-Andre together. Which is kind of weird because I love Marc, so I should hate her..but you just can't haha! So since they grew up as neighbors, I'm going to start when they were little, maybe do a chapter or two of each year until we get to age 16. Then everything will really start..

Chapter 1

Marc's POV

I sat on the front porch licking my popsicle watching the movers move the new family into John's old house. John was my best friend, I'm going to really miss him. I want to go check out the new family, see if they have any guys, but mom is making me stay on the front porch. She thinks I'm four, but I'm not stupid enough to wonder into the street. I am six years old now! I watched two girls get out of the car, they looked identical with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. One though was little, and the other one was big. The little one had her hair in two high pigtails and had a Montreal Canadiens shirt and a pair of pink shorts and Winnie The Pooh sneakers. The older one had a sparkly silver shirt and a tight pair of jeans.

"Veronique, come on! Stop walking so slow!" I heard the older one snapped at the younger one, who I assumed was Veronique. Veronique glared at her sister, "Marie stop it!" she whined.

"Fine," she muttered, "don't come crying to be when you get the worse room." The older one said before running into the house. The little one started walking up the steps of the house before seeing me. She bounded over to me and stood on the porch.

"Hi! I'm Veronique, my family is moving here!" She said eagerly. I just stared and felt my popsicle drip onto my Spiderman sneakers.

"What's your name?" She asked impatiently.

"Um, my name is Marc-Andre Fleury." I said proudly.

"V! Mum needs your help finding your suitcase." I tall man with the same brown hair and brown eyes yelled out. "Come over here please."

"I'll come over tomorrow Marc-Andre, maybe you'll be able to see my room!" She said excitedly before running back, her hair bouncing along with her.

Veronique's POV

I skipped back to my Daddy and helped my mom find my Barbie suitcase. I could tell Marc-Andre and I were going to be great friends, I mean we had to with us being neighbors and all.

"Veronique, look at your room! It's pink!" My mom exclaimed while putting her arm over my shoulder. My room was heaven, it had light pink walls. And then in the middle of it was a big bed with a white canopy and the comforter was a white lace. The curtains over my window was a matching white lace. On the wall were framed pictures of my sister Marie and me, kittens, and other things I loved. My parents already had all my stuff moved in, so my white dresser was against the wall. In one corner was where all my Barbies and my Barbie dream house was. There was a rocking chair in the other corner. I had a little desk and next to it a make up counter with all the free samples my mom gets for her work. That's what Marie loves to do with me, give me make overs. But that was a year ago, now she's changed. Marie came in at the moment and snorted, "I could never live in here, it's too pinky and lacey." She retored.

That made my start crying and I put my thumb in my mouth out of a bad habit. "Marie!" my mom scolded. "Must you always be so mean to your little sister, she's happy about her room? Now go to your room and don't come out until dinner." My mom told her before muttering something and closing the door shut. I sat down at the desk, which is right in front of the window. I noticed that I had a perfect view into Marc-Andre's room. This was going to be a great house.

Haha okay, so it was kinda hard writing in a six year old's POV since that was 10 years ago and I don't really remember it..