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?”

Chapter 7 [[Year 11]]

Chapter 7 [[Year 11]]

Vero’s POV

 

         That’s how the rest of the week went. Marc-Andre kept trying to apologize to me at school, but I just ignored me. Hanging out with guys all the time made me realize what I was missing with hanging out with girls. I already formed a tight knit group of friends. Unfortunately, being neighbors with you’re best friend who you’re currently ignoring, it’s very hard to ignore.

Marie and I were gardening in the front yard. She squinted at me, “So what’s up with you and Marc-Andre? What did he do to you?” She asked.

I blushed and looked at my feet. “Uh well, he like snapped my bra strap.”

I expected her to comfort me, but instead she laughed. “Seriously? You’re so pissed off that candy can’t fix it about that? Newsflash Vero, basically every guy does that to you in high school.”

I scowled at her. “Still, Marc is my best friend. He should have known better.”

She smirked before looking up, “Speak of the devil.” I looked up to see Marc coming over the street with a flower in his hand.

“This is for you. My mom said it would help you forgive me.” He mumbled before shoving it my hand, blushing the whole time.

Marie laughed. “I’m going to leave you two kids alone.” She said before getting up and going into the house.

“A flower isn’t going to make me forget about how much you embarrassed me.” I snapped.

He looked down at the ground before saying, “I know Vero, you don’t know sorry I am. I have no idea why I did it..just please forgive me. I miss you.” He admitted.

I sighed. “Fine, but it’s going to take a while before I trust you.” I told him.

Marc smiled, “Okay! That’s fine!” He said brightly.

“And if you ever bring it up again, I will kill you.”

“Umm..okay.” He said some what nervously.

“Actually, I have to do one more thing before I forgive you.” I told him before putting out my hand. “Deal?”

“Deal.” He agreed and started putting his hand forward. Before he knew it, I quickly pantsed him, revealing his Scooby-Doo boxers.

“Vero!” Marc cried turning bright red before quickly pulling his pants up.

“Now you know how I feel.” I said shrugging.

He nodded his head still blushing. “I swear to god I’m sorry about that.”

“Whatever, it’s in the past. Let’s go down to the rink!” I yelled before running upstairs to get my boom box and my favorite Britney Spears CD.

“Britney Spears again?” He groaned.

 I gave him a look. “I really don’t want to be shooting on you, I could be in my room designing some clothes in my sketchbook. So we’re listening to my music.” I declared.

“Since when did you become so defiant and outspoken? You used to be shy.” He muttered

“Well maybe you aren’t the only one wearing the pants in this friendship.” I said grinning. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. We went down to the rink and he got out his old goalie equipment that he kept stashed under the bushes. I got out the bright pink street hockey stick he got me for my birthday. I shot around on him for a while, him blocking most of them because I sucked so much.

“I’m worried about Marie.” I finally admitted.

He looked at me funnily. “Why? She seems as bitchy as normal.” {{I figured I probably started cursing a little when I was 11, so idk xD}}

“I know..but she like never eats anymore. She always says she ate with her friends, but some times she says that when she wasn’t even at a friends house. And she always talks about how fat she is.” I explained.

“So do you think she has an eating disorder?” Marc-Andre asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. But if you tell her about this, she’ll kill me.” He walked out in front of me and held out his pinky finger. “I pinky promise I won’t tell any one.” He said solemnly.

I laughed before pinky promising him back. “You really are my best friend.”

“Best friends forever, guuurllfriendd!” He mimicked a girl in a really high pitched voice.

Chapter 6 [[Year 8 and 11]]

Chapter 6[[Year 8 and 11]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

I walked upstairs carefully holding my wrist, Vero following behind me. I gasped when I saw him and I swore I wobbled a bit. Vero’s face split into a smile and she pushed me forward. There on the couch next to my dad was Patrick Roy. Let me repeat this: Patrick Roy.

My Papa grinned proudly at me. “I saw a man on the side of the road with a broken down car, so I pulled over to stop. And once I told him you were a huge fan, he agreed to stop by.”

“Bonjour Marc-Andre! Your Papa told me that you play goaltender to, eh?” He said looking at me.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work. Vero spoke up for me, “He loves playing goalie, any tips for him?” She asked.

He smiled at me. “Just keep practicing all the time and never give up. I know it gets hard and don’t let anyone get to you.”

“Marc, how about you go get your goalie stick and a Sharpie?” My dad piped up. I nodded at him still mute before running upstairs. I grabbed it before racing back downstairs. I held it out for him and he chuckled before signing.

“Merci.” I mumbled shyly looking down at my showers. He patted my shoulders still smiling. “Good luck Marc.”

He stood up. “It’s great to meet all of you, but I have to get going. Merci!” He yelled out before closing the door behind him. My idol was just in my house, and I didn’t say a word to him. I was the stupidest boy alive!

 

{{{Okay, so I am skipping from 8 to 11 because honestly in my opinion, 8, 9, and 10 are all kind of the same. And I need to start having all of the good important stuff happening soon, so they are now eleven xD}}}

 

[[Age 11]]

[[Vero’s POV]]

 

I nervously put on the trainer bra and put on the biggest shirt I owned, so none of the guys would notice it. I put on a pair of cute shorts before meeting Marc in the neighborhood and cutting down to the roller rink. Now that it was summer, we played a game with a bunch of other guys every day. Once we got there, I went to the other net and shot around a bit by myself. I was still horrible, so I needed all the practice I could get.

 

Marc’s POV

 

The rest of the guys and I stood in a cluster watching her shoot. Her shirt shifted to the side a little, to reveal a thin strap. We all started at each other.

“Vero’s wearing a…a bra!” Tony exclaimed quietly.

Gavin smiled at me mischievously. “Go snap it Marc-Andre!”

“Yea! Yea!” All the guys said, egging me on. I stared at her nervously for a bit. “Um, why me?” I asked.

“Because you’re best friends with her!” Gavin exclaimed. For some reason I got cocky, so I strutted forward. She couldn’t see me, so I snapped it quickly. All the guys hooted and hollered. She snapped her head around, her face bright red. Before we could do anything, she started running away as fast as she could.

 

Vero’s POV

I ran away as fast as I could, I couldn’t believe Marc did that to me! I thought he was different then the rest of the boys. I ran upstairs through my house and collapsed on my bed and just sobbed.

 

A little while later, I heard a knock on my door. “Vero?” I heard Marc-Andre ask hesitantly. I immediately stopped crying.

“Go away!” I hissed.

“Vero, please let me in. I brought you SweeTarts!” He begged. With the mention of SweeTarts, my favorite candy, I opened the door. I saw hope on his face for a second before I grabbed the candy from him, shoved him backwards, and slammed the door again. “Just.GO.Away!”

New Story

Okay, so I PROMISE I'll update tomorrow, but I just couldn't get this story out of my head!! Here's the link: brotherlylove.87.blogspot.com . This story is so new, that I can't even think of a title for it yet! Just please, please, please, please, please, go read it and leave a comment? You know how much I love comments haha. Oh, and any suggestions for a title would be AMAZING! So I love you all, and that shooting last night freaked me out. That's pretty close to me, so thankfully no one I knew got hurt. I hope the same for you, and I pray that every one who was affected by that will be okay. RIP. 

Part 2

I'm not quite sure why, but these two last parts were extremely hard for me to write. So that means they are pretty bad :( sorry. I might, might,might post one tonight, but tomorrow I will fer sure. Have a great summer!

Part 2

Marc’s POV

 

We were playing around the monkey bars, when I suddenly fell off. I landed funny and I heard something crack. My arm almost immediately started to ache so bad, that I started crying. I know boys aren’t supposed to cry, but it hurts so much. Vero knelt down to me worriedly, “Marc, Marc! Are you okay?” She asked panicked.

I tried getting up, but it just hurt to much. “Please go get Mme Growsky!” I begged through my tears. She nodded before running as fast as she could back to the school building. A cluster of kids and gathered around me, but I ignored all of their questions. Mme Growsky and the nurse came finally came and they both knelt down to me. The nurse put some ice on my wrist before carefully examining it.

“I’m afraid it’s broken, Marc-Andre.” She told me with a grim face. The things that happened next went by so fast. Next thing I know, my dad had come to pick me up and we were sitting in the hospital.

“Now what color do you want your cast?” The doctor asked kindly.

“Orange.” I replied shyly. Once he set my bones and put my wrist in the cast, it didn’t hurt that much. Finally, I got home again and I laid down on the couch in the den, my wrist was still sore. I sat their miserably, I wasn’t going to be able to play hockey for a whole TWO MONTHS!! It was going to miserable, I wouldn’t have anything to do. I heard a knock on the door before the person opened. I saw that it was Vero and I perked up a little. She had a basket and she put it down next to me before sitting down also.

“I brought you some things to do!” She said brightly. I couldn’t help but feel a little excited, her enthusiasm was undeniable.

She started going through it. “There’s cookies my Maman made, episodes of Scooby-doo, some article on your Patrick dude, a coloring book, and a new Spiderman comic book!” She said proudly.

“Will you just watch some Scooby-Doo?” I asked her softly.

“Of course.” She said before settling down on the couch next to me. She threw a blanket on top of me before we turned on the tv.

 

She suddenly sat up, “Wait! Can I decorate your cast?” She asked excitedly.

I grinned, “Of course you can, just nothing to girly? And absolutely NOTHING pink.” I told her. Vero took out the markers she brought over in the basket. First, she signed her name huge in a large star. Then she started drawing some other designs on it. I noticed she tried to draw a goalie on it and wrote “NHL” in several places. She was going to keep drawing on it, when my mom ran down the stairs. “Marc! Come up here quickly, you have to see this!”

Chapter 5 [[Year 8]]Part 1

Sorry for the really short chapter, but my brothers are yelling at me for typing and that they want me to "shut the fuck up so we can sleep." I'll post part 2 of this tomorrow sometime. And I just wanted to say, I LOVE YOU GUYS. Seriously, I wouldn't be updating without you. It's pretty pathetic, but I get SO excited when I see there's a comment and I get all happy. I basically jump around the room :]. Have a wonderful night! {{P.S. Do you know how to change the time to eastern time on blogger?}}

Chapter 5 [[Year 8]]

Veronique’s POV

Part 1

I tucked my new hair behind my ears and sat down at the coloring table, picking up a couple new crayons.

Marc sat down next to me. “New hair cut, eh?” He asked me grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “Obviously Marc-Andre, obviously.”

“Sheesh Veronique, I was just trying to be nice. I like it short.” He said ruffling it.

“Hmm I don’t really like it because it gets in my eyes too much. And don’t call me Veronique, it makes me sound too serious. Call me Vero please.” I said proudly.

He stared at me. “Okaay.” He said before picking up a crayon and starting to color. Cori, Ted, and Ramsey, boys in our class, came up and sat at the table next to us.

“Now you look like a boy Ve-RON-ique!” Cori sneered before tugging on my hair.

“It’s Vero now.” I mumbled before looking at my shoes. These boys were always teasing me for liking pink and make up as much as I did.

“Marc-Andre, come play kickball with us before you get effected by her cooties!” Ted yelled.

“Yeah, you don’t want to hang out with her. She’ll give you another make over and she’s a freak!” Ramsey exclaimed.

I expected Marc-Andre to go and play kickball with them, that’s what he normally did when they made fun of him for hanging out with me.

Instead, this time he said angrily, “Leave Vero alone! She doesn’t look like a boy and liking make up is okay! Besides, sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words will never hurt us!”

They rolled their eyes at him before running to go to the playground. I looked at Marc, “Merci.” I whispered.

He grinned at me before handing it a piece of paper. It was a stick figure with short brown hair. On top of it he scribbled “Vero.”

I smiled at him. “You’re really my best friend.”

“Ewww don’t go all mushy on me. Now let’s go on the monkey bars!” 

Chapter 4 [[Year 7]]

Chapter 4 [[Year 7]]

Veronique’s POV

 

We both looked up at the same time so see Marie standing infront of us with a tight black skirt and a tank top on. She was holding hands with some guy.

“So, mommy’s little girl, Veronique, isn’t the angel she plays to be.” She said smugly crossing her arms.

“Marie! Please don’t tell Maman! I just want to help Marc-Andre get into the NHL. He’s going to be the next Patrick..” I informed her.

“Roy. Patrick Roy.” He said slightly impatiently, pacing.

She shrugged. “If I “tattled” on you, you would tell on me. I’m technically not supposed to be out..but I’m in charge of my own life, so screw it. Just don’t kill yourself.” She added before walking off with that boy who was just staring at us the whole time.

Marc looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re sister scares me.”

“Same.” I agreed before we gathered Marc’s hockey equipment and headed back to our houses, giving each other high fives before “sneaking” back in. I immediately collapsed into bed, I mean it was 11:00 PM! I’ve never stayed up this late!

 

Next Morning

Marc’s POV

 

I rolled out of bed and walked down stairs in my superman pajamas with the footies on them. {{haha you know the ones with like the built in slipped type things?}}. I ate the bowel of Frosted Flakes Maman had set out for me. I sighed annoyed, the flakes were soggy from the milk. I ate quickly before running upstairs and putting on my blue shorts with the white shirt with the huge stain on it. I went downstairs to Papa’s office, where Marylene was in her playpen.

“Papa, do you mind if I go over to Veronique’s house for a little?” I asked him cutely.

“Please look before you cross the street and make sure you ask Mme LaRosee before just walking to her room.” He told me without even looking up from the screen of computer.

“Merci!” I yelled before running out of the office and through the front door. Like I promised Papa, I looked left, then right, and then left again before crossing the street. I rung the doorbell and waited for Mme LaRosee to open the door. Instead it was Marie.

“Oh Marc, Marc, Marc.” She said smirking.

“Um, bonjour Marie?” I said nervously, Veronique’s older sister had always scared me.

She laughed. “Veronique is upstairs in her room. She’s on a make over spree, so be careful.” She warned before opening the door to let me in. I nodded to her before sprinting up to her room and opening the door. It still disgruntled me with all the pink and lace she had in her room. And not one hockey thing!

She looked up from one of the dolls she was doing something torturous to with a stick of something black. “Bonjour Marc-Andre!” She exclaimed excitedly.

I stuck my hands in my pockets nervously. “What are you doing Veronique?” I asked nervously.

She looked at me, her eyes going wide as if she were realizing something.

“Marc! Marc! Can I please, please, please give you a make over?!” She begged me.

“Uhhhhh…”

“I help you practice something you want to be when you grow up, so you should help me.” She pointed out.

I groaned. “Fine…” I sat down at the chair in front of the little table with the mirror built into it.

She started going through a big box of stuff. “What color nail polish do you want?”

“Nail polish?! Um..green I suppose?” She grabbed one of my hands and went to work with a light green nail polish. Her hand was sort of shaky, so she got some off of my nails. After she finished both hands, I put them back towards my body.

“No! Maman told me for a good..whats the word. Munica…I think that’s the word. For a good munica you need two coats and then a clear coat over that.” She said impatiently.

“Sure?” I said confused about this all. I think I’m going to stick with hockey.

 

She probably worked on me for a few hours. Since I hadn’t gotten my hair cut in a while, she could put it in little pony tails at the top of my head. She put on some bright red mix on my cheeks, I think it’s called blush. Then she called Marie in and made her put some eyeliner and muzara. I think that’s what it was called..

Finally I had enough of this, I mean I was a boy. I mean man, a strong man. For some reason I thanked her, before walking across the street making sure no one saw me. I got home and my papa was in the kitchen.

He looked at me and started cracking up. “Marc-Andre, what happened to you?” He asked.

“Umm Veronique needed a model.” I explained.

He shook his head still laughing. “You know you have hockey practice in fifteen minutes, right?”