NEW STORY :)

Hello, everyone.
Sorry, this isn't an update, and I feel really bad that I haven't been updating this one as much, but I have stuff planned, don't you worry.
Just thought I'd take the time to tell you that my friends and I started a joint account with a one shot blog. It's a bunch of short stories about different people put together on one blog. We only have one written right now, but more are coming up.

onetwothreeshots19.blogspot.com

The first one shot we wrote was about Mickey Renaud, so its kinda depressing, but I'm sure happier ones will follow :)
Thanks, loves.
-Roxy

C'est Pourquoi Je T'aime (Chapter 2)

Hey everybody! So, I'm leaving for about 2 weeks on Friday, so I'm going to try to get as many chapters done in my stories before I leave to keep you all happy. =]

-Roxy

I sat on the bus on the way home thinking to myself that this was probably the best day of my life so far. I drop my book, then the boy I like asks me out. I'd have to keep that in mind. Drop stuff, then good things happen. I still couldn't believe I had worked up the gut to talk to him. I had never gone on a date with anyone and nevertheless talked to a boy who wasn't my brother, Justin, or my best friend, Luc. I unlocked the door to my house as I was humming the words to 'Dancing in the Moonlight' to myself.

"What's got you in such a good mood today?" I heard my older brother Justin, say from on the couch.

"I had ... a good day, to say the least." I said, a smile appearing on my face as I thought of Marc.

"What happened?" Justin asked curiously.

"Eff off, Justin." I said, grabbing a Coke then heading upstairs to shower and get ready for my date that night.

"Seriously?! What happened?!" I heard Justin yelp from downstairs after a pause. I just chuckled to myself and turned on the water. After drying out my hair, slipping on my dark wash skinny jeans and white halter tip, and quickly applying grey eyeshadow and clear lipgloss, I heard a knock on the door. I skipped down the stairs, much to the amusement of my brother, and opened the door only to see Marc standing there with his adorable grin etched on his face and a single white rose in the other.

"Ce ci est pour vous!" (This is for you) He said, handing me the flower which causes my cheeks to flush a bit.

"Mais, merci!" I said, taking the flower from his hands and placing it in the vase on the table next to me.

"We should get going." he says, taking my hand and motioning me towards his car which was parked by the sidewalk. I smile and tighten my grip around his hand, as he opens the car door for me. He slides into the drivers seat, and when he looks at me, he's got the hugest grin on his face.

"What?" I laugh and ask nervously.

"Nothing," He said, the grin still on his face, his eyes, studying mine, "It's just, I never realized you were this beautiful."

I felt the blood rush to my face. I was blushing. And blushing hard.

"Thanks," I manage to say, diverting my eyes from his.

"You know, you're cute when you blush," Marc said, turning me head to face his with a huge smile on his face that never seems to wear off.

"You realize by saying this you're just making me blush more right." I said, giving up on trying to hide my embarrassment.

"That's the point." Marc said, winking at me as we pulled up into a parking spot outside of the downtown restaurant called Prima's.

"Ever been here before?" Marc asked, as he opened me door and helped me get out of his car.

"No, can't say I have." I said, taking his hand as we walked through the doors and asked to be seated on the patio.

"It's great. I hope you like Italian." he said as he gave my hand a little squeeze and sat down across from me.

"Love it." I say, a huge grin forming on my face.

Si Tu Aurait Le Mien (Chapter I)

I slammed my locker door shut as I grabbed my books and headed slowly to my next class. It was the last week of school, and everyone was going a bit hectic. On the way to chemistry, I passed by the cafeteria, where I saw him sitting with his friend Julien, working on what looked like an English paper. I held my breath as I saw him smile. He was so beautiful, but he still didn't know I existed. He was the typical jock, the hockey player who was going to make it big some day, but I knew there was something more to him. He wasn't the type of guy who treated girls like doormats, he was charming and a happy-go-lucky type of guy. I had spent almost 2 years at school with him and I still hadn't worked up the courage to talk to him. I just sighed and kept walking, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I was a relatively conserved person. 

"Veronique!" I heard someone yell from behind me, making me turn around, "T'as achapper ce ci" (You dropped this) I turned around and saw Marc-Andre with my science book in one hand standing up to pass it to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled and grabbed my book from his hands. He knows my name? I thought, I didn't even think he knew I went to this school. 

"No problem," he said, a grin forming on his face, "I'm Marc-Andre, by the way, but you can call me Marc." He said extending his hand as I took it in mine and smiled. 

"Hi," I smiled, "I'm Veronique, but call me Vero."

"Vero," he repeated, "I like it. What classes do you have now?"

"Erm, chem and English." I said, not able to take my eyes off of his.

"Me too," he said, "Have we been in the same class all year?" 

"No, just this semester," I said, still dazed by his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." he said.

"That's okay," I smiled, "Walk with me to class?"

"Bien sur." he said, walking next to me.  

We walked to our next class talking the entire way. I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. I had liked him from afar since freshman year, and never spoken to him and now it was like we had been friends since first grade. We talked about everything from hockey to school to family.In the five minute span that I was talking to him, I had already learned everything about him and he had learned everything about me. When we had reached our class, he turned around and faced me, grabbing both my hands in his, making my stomach lurch.

"If you're free tonight," he started, looking at his feet, "I was wondering if you m-maybe wanted to go out t-to dinner with me or something"

"I'd love to," I smiled as he looked up, obviously happy.

"Really?" he asked as a huge grin formed on his face.

"Yes." I said. 

"I'll pick you up at 7 then." He smiled at me and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.

I walked into class as my head was spinning. I couldn't focus on whatever Mr. Lebeau was saying at the time, there were butterflies having a battle with my stomach and my knees were weak. I looked over at Marc who was looking straight at me and flashed him a smile as he winked at me.

Comment est-ce que j'ai reussi d'etre si chanceux? (How'd I get this lucky?)

Introduction

This story takes place in Sorel, Quebec, about two years before Fleury gets drafted by the Penguins. He's in high school, and that's when he meets the love of his life, Véronique Larosse. This is their story. A story about a love that's strong enough to make it through just about anything. About a girl who traded her life for his love, and how they got there.