Small town summer love
chapter: one
"Hey gramps. Where do you want this box of outdated sun screen?" I asked.
"Just put them in the storage closet. And I'm going on my break and going to have lunch with your grandma." He kissed my forehead and walked out of the door. I opened the storage closet and stuck the box in there. I put my hands on my hips and looked around the closet. My grandpa really let it go and it was messy. I was about to start picking up when the bell above the door rang. I stood up and walked out. I about had a heart attack when I saw who it was.
"Hi I was wandering if you guys had paint." He said. I slowly walked to the counter he rested his hands on it.
"Actually we don't anymore." I said nervously. I mean what girl wouldn't. The best playing an looking NHL player, sidney crosby, was standing in front of me.
"That's to bad. What about those really amazing homemade pies?" He smirked.
"How do you know about my grandmas homemade pies?" I questioned.
"Your the granddaughter she always used to talk about. I'm.."
"Sidney Crosby. Trust me I know who you are." I smile and stick out my hand.
"Im Alexis. Lexie for short. But how do you know my grandparents? Your the great Sidney Crosby." I joked. He smiled and shook his head.
"I wasn't always an NHL hockey player. I grew up here. Good ol' cole harbour. I always wanted to meet the granddaughter who always made Mel light up when she talked about you." He smirked then sat on the stool at the counter.
"Well, here I am. In the flesh." I wink and he just laughs.
"So this is my first time in cole harbour. What do you do for fun?" I asked.
"Well there is always something going on at the park. Alot of people our age hang out at the beach and just drink." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You don't drink?"
"Im a professional hockey player. I can't be caught as the party boy. Now I will have a beer once in awhile but I also have to treat my body right. For the season."
"Ah got ya. I don't drink really either. Wine occasionally."
"Formal." Then I just laugh. He just looks at me.
"Im not formal. I hate dressing up. Unless is for a wedding cause then it's a happy day."
"I have to dress up all the time. I have got used to it though."
"I would hate that. That's why I have a job wearing whatever the hell I want." I smile then reorganize the counter.
"And what job is that?" He leans closer and I stand still. I look up into his eyes and notice that they have this warmth to them. But they are by far the most gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen.
"Photographer."
"Lexi the photographer. Sounds fun actually."
"Well my mother doesn't exactly agree with my choice of career. I didn't follow in the footsteps Of my whole family becoming a nurse or doctor." I shrug my shoulders and lean back against the wall behind the counter.
"Well it's your life. I have grown up wanting to play in the NHL. And I made it my life and that probably why." He started but I cut him off.
"That's probably why your the poster boy for the NHL? Ya know 125 points, a Stanley cup and Art Ross trophy isn't bad." I smirk because he looks surprised I know his record and stuff about hockey.
"I grew up loving hockey with my uncle. My parent hated that I wasn't exactly a proper child. I had manners but not like my brother and sister. I loved going to hockey games but my parents never took me. My uncle had to lie about it and he would take me. I remember my first game. It was only 5 years ago. You had a hat trick and 2 assists."
"You really love hockey?" He asks.
"Are you surprised that I'm not just a puck bunny wanting to get with you?" I reach over the counter and rest my hand on his chest.
"I mean your not hard on the eyes, but your talent is unbelievable. I'm so mesmerized by the way you play. You play your hardest and with all your heart." I smile because he has a huge smile on his face. He leans forward and kisses my cheek. I try not go get butterflies but they won't stop. Ever since he walked in.
"Wanna go for a boat ride? My dads boat is parked right out front." He asked with a hopeful gleam in his eye. I nodded. I looked to the door and my grandpa walked in.
"Well, well. If it isn't sidney crosby. Big time NHL player." My grandpa says.
"Hey George." He reaches out and shakes My grandpas hand.
"So I see you two met. I was waiting for the summer you two would finally meet. Kind of later than I thought. But hey, better late than never." He winked at me and I felt my face get hot.
"You can have the rest of the night off lexie. It isnt gonna be busy I will close up."
"Thanks gramps." I walk over and kiss his cheek. He kisses my forehead then heads behind the counter. Sidney hold the door and we walk out. He guides us to the biggest boat at the docks.
"I was wandering who this belonged to. It's gorgeous." He climbs on and offers his han to help me on. I grab it and feel tingles through my whole body. He gets a smirk on his nicely bone structered face and I lean forward and kiss his cheek. He looks at me.
"What was that for?" He questions.
"For earlier. Just returning the favor. I go sit in the passenger seat and his pulls the keys from his pocket. He starts it up and we pull out.