7/27/10: Sidney Crosby

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I've been waiting for this one!

Name: Sidney Crosby

DOB: August 7, 1987 HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY

Current NHL Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

You have been planning this party for months. Sidney is special, so this needs to be perfect. Your best friend, Rachel Ashley offered to help you plan and decorate for the party. After making many strenuous trips to party stores and supermarkets, you return home to bake the cake. You're not quite sure what cake to make, but if over a hundred of Sidney's NHL friends were going to be at your house this afternoon, then it had to be a good cake.... or cakes.

As you stir the chocolate cake mix in with the other ingredients, you can't help but to think that the party tonight might be a bit awkward. The only girls attending the party are you, Rachel Ashley, and the hockey players' girlfriends if they decide to bring them. Rachel Ashley, who is creatively hanging black, yellow, red, and white streamers in the living room, doesn't yet know that her social options are extremely limeted tonight. It's either you, or hockey players. Rach hasn't been looking for a boyfriend, but she may find about 20 by morning.

Once the cake is in the oven, you decide to help Rachel Ashley with the decorations. You blow up 40 red, white, gold, and black balloons. You take extra caution to check that black and gold ones are tied together, as are the red and white ones. The streamers look nice, and the snack table is ready. Now all you have to do is connect your new computer to the stereo system so you can blast the best music. Of course, you also have to finish up the details on the cakes.

As you're sorting through the hundreds of songs on your iTunes account, the oven beeps. Slowly, you take the five cakes out of the oven and the chocolate icing out of the refrigerator. After evenly frosting the cakes, you neatly write a little message in white icing on each cake. The number 87 is drawn on the first. Happy Birthday was written on another. His name was scribbled on the sheet cake. The y's in his name were only half on the cake, though. It was hard to fit all the letters on the frosting with your big handwriting. The last cake, the smallest of the five, was reserved for you, Rachel Ashley, and Sidney. It was hard to write so small, but you had to write a lot. After ten minutes of pure concentration, it was finally done. Happy Birthday Sidney! Hope it's the best! I love you!

When you glance at the clock on the wall, you sprint to your bedroom and quickly put on the dress that you bought for the party tonight. You slip on your Sidney Crosby Pittsburgh Penguins jersey over the dress, and run for the car. As you pull out of the driveway, Rachel Ashley starts welcoming the guests that have already flooded the hallways. Max Talbot was the first to arrive, and hopefully he wouldn't clear out the snack table before you got back.

When you knock on the door at Sidney's place, he doesn't answer the door.

"Sidney! It's me! Are you home?" You never told Sid that you were coming over, so he might be out practising or something. Within all the party planning, you just assumed that he would be home and everything would be perfect. Wrong.

"Come in!" a weak voice answers. This is when you get a bit scared. The door is open, but you lock it once you're inside. Nobody's in the living room. All the doors are closed except for the door to the bedroom. You peek inside.

"Sidney?"

"Hey, babe." Sidney is lying on the bed, and he doesn't look good. His hair is matted and tangled, like he has been in bed for days. He motions for you to come over to him. You stroll over to the side of his bed and take his hand.

"Are you okay? I haven't heard from you for days." He sighed.

"Sorry, I should've called you. Yea, I caught something from one of the guys on the team. Ugh, I feel horrible." He looked over at you like he wanted something.

"But it's your birthday!" Now you felt horrible. Not only is he sick on his birthday, but the party it took you so long to plan has to be cancelled. "Do you feel horrible enough to come over to my place for a couple hours?"

"No, I suppose not," He sat up and groaned. You felt helpless just standing there watching him. He stood up slowly. This was the first time you've noticed that he was shirtless. Even if he didn't feel good, he sure looked gorgeous. He asked you to hand him any shirt from the closet. It took you a couple minutes to find a good shirt to give him, but he constantly reminds you to just hand him one; he claims it doesn't have to be perfect. But it does.

Now he stands in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He's buttoning up his shirt, and you are combing his hair. He has to look his best for the party.

As you open the front door Sidney looks inside suspiciously.

"Oh my God. Did you do this?" You've never seen his smile so big. He hugs you tightly and laughs. You love that laugh. Before you know it, you and Sidney are having the most fun you've had for a long time. Not long after, Rachel Ashley pulls you away. She has always been so supportive of you and Sidney.

"Okay, I know this is stupid that we forgot, but we didn't get Sidney a birthday present!" You are shocked. Absolutely shocked. Honestly, you never even thought about that. When Rach points to a huge pile of gifts in the corner, you panic. How could you forget? Rachel Ashley takes you into the garage because people are starting to stare. There are no cars in the garage, for once. There is nothing in there except for the washer and dryer, the millions of boxes on the shelves, and, of course, you and Rachel Ashley. Suddenly, you remember the hockey stick that Sidney gave you. Thinking about the hockey stick and the dryer gives you an idea.

"Okay!" Rachel Ashley turned the music down. "Presents!" Sidney, realizing that everybody is looking at him, blushed and tried to walk away. You grabbed his arm, pulled him back, wrapped your arms around him, and buried your face in his chest. Now you're laughing hysterically, and he's making faces.

"What?" Sidney's almost laughing himself.

"Sorry. You're just so cute!" You gently placed your hand on the side of his face and brought him into a long kiss. All the guys are shouting, and Max Talbot even took out his video camera. When you and Sidney finally pull away from each other, he blushes again and puts his hands firmly on your shoulders.

"Looks like you got your birthday present, eh, Sidney?" Max calls. This time, you're quick to react.

"Speaking of presents," You begin to lead him to the garage. "I know it's nothing, but here's your gift." You motioned to the open dryer and the hockey stick that Sidney gave you. There is a stack of hockey pucks at your feet. "What do you say?"

"Let's do this." Sidney grabbed the hockey stick and a puck. He started shooting at the dryer. The first few pucks hit the swinging dryer door. Then he hit one in on a slapshot. You celebrated with him when he got a "hat trick" on the next three shots. Max Talbot tried to throw the baseball hat he was wearing, but it hit you square in the face. You toss it back to him, and he put it on backwards and crossed his arms like a "gansta." You and Sidney laughed as Max started rapping Fergie.

Now it's 3 in the morning, all the guests are gone, and the house is a mess. You're ignoring the disaster that the tornado of hockey players left in your home. The only thing you're thinking about is Sidney. You let him rest in your bed once everybody left, and it seems that you're right back where you were this afternoon. Sidney is sneezing and coughing and everything, but the party was a huge success.

"Hey, babe!" He called. "Can you come here for a second." You come back into the bedroom thinking he'll need something like water or medicine, but he tells you to lie down with him. Giggling, you hop into bed and look at him questioningly.

"So?" You question.

"I don't know. Just wanted to do this." He leans over and kisses you passionately. He is sick though...

Will you forget that he's sick and let him kiss you? Or will you make him stop?