Kelsey
"Well, there's the last of it!" I said putting down my last suitcase in my new apartment in Pittsburgh. I looked around the apartment in awe. This was it. I was finally growing up and had to start having my own responsibilities. I was shaken out of my daydream by the sound of sniffles. I turned around and saw my mother, who had been helping me move in, standing in the corner, sobbing into the tissues in her hand.
"Aw, Mom. I thought we weren't gonna do this." I went over and put my arm around her.
"I- I know. But you're my baby. And you're here all alone." She sniffed.
"I'm not alone! Lexi is going to be living with me." I reassured her with a smile, as I reminded her of my high school friend Alexis who was planning on rooming with me.
"But you don't have me. You need you're mom don't you?" She looked at me, with seemed to be desperation in her eyes.
"Mommy, of course I need you. But I need to grow up too. I'm coming here to go to school, but you bet I'll be home every holiday."
"And you'll call me?"
"I'll call you so much you'll have to unplug your phone because you'll get so sick of me."
"That won't happen." She started playing with the zipper on her sweatshirt, "What am I gonna do without you?" She said in an almost whisper.
"Mom, you'll be fine. And if you ever need me, I'll be on the first plane back to Boston. But for right now, I need to do this for myself. You know I'll always love and need you." I hugged her, placing a special emphasis on need.
I hugged her for a few minutes, and watched with tears in my eyes as she closed the door behind her. This was truly a new chapter in my life and I couldn't help but smile at the possibilities.
"Hello?" I said as I opened the door.
I instantly ran when I spotted the familiar blonde standing in the kitchen and embraced her. It was Kelsey, my best friend since sophomore year when she transfered to my high school. We were going to room together and attend college together in Pittsburgh. It was reassuring to know that I would have one familiar face in my new life in Pittsburgh from the one I knew so well in the suburbs of Boston.
Alexis
"Kelso!" I laughed as I hugged her.
"Isn't this so exciting?" She squealed, looking around, "We're grown up."
"I know right?" I said putting down the gym bag stuffed with clothes in my hand, "This is so cool! So what do we do first? Sightsee? Go check out the school? Oh, oh, oh! I know. Boy hunt." I smiled.
"Woah, tiger. We haven't even been here for an hour." She laughed.
I was always the "boy crazy" one of our group. I had a habit of recycling boyfriends, while Kelsey was extremely picky when it came to boys and had only a few boys in her life throughout our high school career.
"Fine." I pouted, "Will you at least help me with my stuff?"
"And where exactly is the rest of it?" She looked at me, eyebrow raised.
"The hallway."
"You think that's a good place for it?" She laughed, "Oh god, Lexi. At least I know something's the same."
"You know it!" I shrugged, "The same old Alexis. I don't change for anyone."
"Good, you shouldn't." Kelsey said as she led me to the door and we started to bring in my suitcases.
Casey
"LC!" I called as I knocked on the door of my best friend's house.
"Oh, hey." She said as she open the door, rubbing her eyes.
I looked at her up and down. Her long blonde hair was in a messy bun and she was still in her pajamas.
"Here. You need this more than I do." I laughed as I handed her the coffee in my hand, "Did you forget what we were doing today? We were going to watch the boys during their morning practice. Ring a bell?"
"Right, right." She said as she sipped the coffee, "Ugh, I'm sorry CJ. Really I am. Sid had me up half the night."
"Oh god. Please spare me the details."
"You're so gross." Lauren said laughing, leading me into her house.
Lauren and I had become best friends almost the instant after we met about a year ago. We met during a practice for the Pittsburgh Penguins, where our boyfriends, Jordan Staal and Sidney Crosby both played. Some of the girls that came and went in the Penguins girlfriends and wives circle were not the type that I liked to associate myself with, but Lauren and I have always remained strong together.
Lauren
"But babe, I haven't gotten a goal this whole series." Sidney sat down at the kitchen table and put his face in his hands, "What if I've peaked?"
"Sidney Patrick Crosby." I grabbed his face in my hands, "Look at me. Is winning an Olympic Gold medal peaking? Or how about having 52 goals in the regular season? And you've assisted almost all of those goals in this series." When I saw that smile I knew and loved, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, "See? I'm always right." I giggled.
"I know." He laughed, pulling me on his lap, "I should just listen to you all the time."
"Yes you should. Everything would go so perfectly." I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Well you are pretty damn perfect." He smiled.
"Aw, babe." I looked at him, then something snapped in my brain and I looked at my watch, "Shit. Did you see the clock? Sid, you're late to practice."
Sid took my wrist and looked at the clock. He then shoved the rest of the omelet on his place in his mouth, grabbed his keys, and ran out the door.
"Later baby! Love you!" He called on his way out.
"Call me! And don't speed!"
Sidney and I were both chronically late. It didn't matter if we set our alarm clocks for an hour earlier than we needed to get up, we would always somehow end up showing up late. But now, we don't even try to fight it. We even made a joke that we would both probably be late to everything, even our funerals.
I yawned as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. I needed a nap and fast. Sidney had kept me up all night going over play after play after play. This was an extremely stressful time for him. It was the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and as the captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins, he felt extremely responsible for every single action that went on during the game. I wanted to be there for him, so I listen to every single one of his ideas and go out to every single one of his games. There was nothing like seeing my boy play on that ice.