Part 2

As the cab pulled up to the house I had been renting, I finally discovered why the renter had rented me the house for such a low price. From just one glance, it seemed like a very open floor plan, and I wasn't even sure if by it having a bedroom he meant it had a pull out couch. I wouldn't really know though until I went inside.

After paying the cab driver, who then quickly drove off, I faced my new house, if you could call it that, with my lugage at my feet. Standing there in the gravel/dirt/dry grass driveway, I could tell it really needed some work. The paint covering the wooden walls on the house was practically gone, the roof was in terrible condition, and the windows in the back of the house were borded up. It actually kind of freaked me out, but there wasn't really anything I could do at this point, so I headed off towards the door with my laugage, found the old key under a old welcome mat, and hoped I wouldn't find anything too unpleasent inside.

As I entered the house, I was relieved at what I saw. There was old wood floors, a small old wooden kitchen table, and I small kitchen with a basic fridge, stove, and microwave. Setting my bags down, I went over to the kitchen sink and turned on the water. Thank god it worked, or that would have been a big problem. Then, I headed over to the other side of the large room, where there was a avergage sized, worn couch and a few shelves. The colour of the walls was an off white colour, so the house didn't look too bad. Then, I headed into the bedroom.

I found a queen size bed, with an old wooden frame. Everything looked fine, and although the windows were borded up, all I had to do was take the boards off and it would be fine. Although it wasn't the nicest place from the outside, I'm sure I could make it feel like home without a problem.

After I had ventured through the rest of the house, (which included the bedroom bathroom that had a tub/shower, sink, toilet, and a average size closet) I headed outside to the front of the house that faced the forest, and looked at the grass, or where there should have been grass.

It was pretty much mud and twigs that covered the yard, and I didn't really like that very much incase it rained, because I hadn't brought rain boots, and that would be a problem. It wasn't that I didn't like dirt, it's just that I'd rather not find myself stuck in a pile of mud. I would need to get sod.



After I had changed into a pair of old jeans, an old t-shirt, and put running shoes on, I then found the keys to the old ford pick-up truck that sat in the houses drive-way that the renter said I could use, and started the truck up, heading off into the closest town.

After driving to the hardware store, and finding someone to work there to ask where to get sod, I quickly got an answer from an employee who wrote down an adress for me, and then asked, or, begged me if I needed anything else. I guess he really wanted a raise or something. Since it was only around four o'clock, I figured I might as well stop but the sod farm and see if I could get some sod right away, so I hopped back into 'my' truck, and off I was once again, off on a journey for sod.

As I drove down the long dirt road, windows down as I found out that the truck had no airoconditioning, I kept wondering if I'd ever see Jordan around this summer. I knew I probably wouldn't but it was a nice thought. It would kind of nice to have at least one friend around. I shook those thoughts from my mind though as I found the adress, and pulled down the road, heading up to their driveway and house.

As I parked my truck, and man walked out of his house, and over to me as I got out of the car. He was probably around my dads age, and he looked fimiliar, but I just couldn't think of who he was.

"Hi, I heard that you needed some sod. Jerry from the hardware store called me as soon as you left the store. He seems to think he should be getting some extra money if he refers to me." The man spoke and smiled. I returned the smile back.

"Yes, I do need sod. I'm afraid a lot of it actually. About an acre's worth." I spoke, and he nodded.

"No worries, you've come to the right place. I'll get the boys to start loading it up in your truck while we go make a receipt. Oh, and I haven't seen you around here before. I bet my wife would want to meet you." He spoke, and I followed after him into his house, and started to tell them my story about how I ended up in Thunder Bay.


As soon as I figured out the man's last name, I knew why I recognised him.

"Oh, you have to meet the boys. I bet the can help you fix up the house you're renting too. Henry, go get the boys. They should be taking a break anyways." Mrs. Staal spoke, and smiled at me. I smiled back, al though I knew this could turn out very awkward. As Mr. Staal went out to get Jordan and his brothers, I wondered why I had picked right now to be wearing old clothes.

Mr. Staal entered the house first, then Jordan entered after his dad, and as soon as he saw me, he smirked. I could tell he wanted to say something witty, but I think he knew his mom probably wouldn't approve of that. So instead, his mom explained my situation, and he just watched me closely, his brothers doing the same.

"Why don't you come over for dinner? I'm sure you haven't had enough time to go out for groceries yet." Mrs. Staal spoke and smiled, and I thought for a moment.

"Thanks so much but I'll be able to find something. I don't want to impose." I spoke, and hoped that she wouldn't insist, because it wasn't that I'm not much of a people person, it's just when there's four gorgeous guys in a room, and their parents, dinner might not be such an easy mission.

"Oh no, I insist. As long as you're fine with talking hockey, you'll fit right in." She spoke and laughed. "So, seven o'clock, be here. I don't want to keep you any longer, so I won't blabber on anymore. Jordan, help her unload the sod at her house." She spoke, and then I was out the door, beside Jordan, heading to my truck.

"So, you're stalking me eh?" Jordan asked once we were inside my truck and grinned. Watching me and smirking. Fine, two can play at that game, maybe.

"No. I needed sod. If you don't want to come, then I'll be find getting home." I spoke, watching him, and he laughed.

"It's okay. I'm sure you'll get lost driving back to your house, and if you don't show up for dinner, mom's going to kill me." He spoke, and grinned. I tryed to hide my smile, but I knew it just wasn't going to happen.

"Fine, but you're unloading all the sod." I replied and grinned, starting up the truck, and heading off towards my home for the summer.


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Part 1

"Finally, finally, I am free from my parents!" I spoke to Caroline as I packed my suitcase and duffel bag, neatly organizing it with all my clothes, my hairbrush, toothbrush, etc in my suitcase, and all my art things in my duffel bag . Luckily my plain black duffel bag was bigger then my suitcase, because I had a lot to pack, and I knew I couldn't leave anything behind.

I was going to head up to Thunder Bay for the summer, and rent out a place. I had a great uncle there, but he and I both knew that I needed some space, and I'm sure he didn't want a eighteen year old girl living with him. Especially one who wasn't even go to university because she didn't have any careers in mind, and that was a bad thing when your father was an accountant and your mother a teacher.

The reason why I decided that leaving Toronto and heading up North would be a good thing to do was because I wanted to see the world, and although Thunder Bay wasn't too far away from Toronto, it was still far enough away to put some distance between my parents and I, and I was sure I could get enough work done up there.

"Technically you aren't 'free' until you walk out the door, get in my car so I can drive you to the airport, and you touchdown in Thunder Bay..." Cara spoke, and I looked at her. Just staring, and she laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I know what you're saying." She added, and sat down on my bed. Picking up the list I had made, and checking things off for me.

After I had everything checked off my list and packed in my bags, I looked around my room, and then to Caroline. "Do you think I'm making a good decision?" I asked, waiting for an answer.

"Of course. Stop being doubtful in yourself, and learn to make decisions for yourself. You're terrible at making decisions." I smirked, and laughed. "Well, I guess we should be getting to Pearson Airport. Don't want to be late." I spoke, and slung my duffel bag over my shoulder, and pulled the handle out of my suitcase, and headed off down the stairs. Once I put my things in Cara's car, I quickly said goodbye to my parents and we were headed off to the airport.

"Okay, I think you're all set Sam." Caroline spoke, and smiled, giving me a hug. "I'll miss you. Make sure you keep me posted! Text, call, email, whatever you have to do. If you don't get service up there, then write me a letter, or a postcard." My best friend laughed, and I smiled.

"I'll miss you too. Thanks for the ride." I replied, and smiled, and waved to my friend as I headed off to my plane, ready to take on Thunder Bay.

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"Miss... miss we're here..." The flight attendant gently shook me, and I woke up, looking around, and finally realizing where I was. We had landed in Thunder Bay not too long ago, and people were starting to get off of the plane. "Oh, thanks." I replied softly, and smiled, and the attendant went off to help someone else.

Sitting up straight, I patted down my dark brown hair, and stood up out of the seat, zipping up my forest green hoodie halfway, and pulling down my denim shorts. Yawning, I glanced around, then looked up to where my carry on bag was, and sighing "Darn it."

I only stood around 5'2-5'3, so just put that picture together. I could definitely not reach the compartment above my head. Standing on my tippy-toes, I attempted to reach that compartment, but failed. So, I stood there, looking around for the flight attendant who had disappeared when I probably needed her the most right now.

"Hey, do you need some help?" A male spoke, and I glanced around, finding where the voice came from. Behind me stood a gorgeous blond god if you would, standing around 6'4, with an amazing body if I might add. I definitely could use some help right now, especially from someone with his... helpful features. He definitely looked familiar, but I was still in a haze from that cat nap.

Nodding, I smiled "Yah, actually, that would be great." I spoke, looking into his blue eyes, him smiling back. I moved out of his way so h e could get my bag out of the compartment. Glancing around for a moment, I noticed everyone had left the plane now, then I turned back to him. My bag in his hand. "Thanks so much. I don't know what I'd do without tall people in the world." I spoke, and he grinned.

"No problem. Let's go get our stuff." He spoke, and we headed off the plane. Him still holding my carry on bag.

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"Thanks for all you're help, I really appreciate it." I spoke, and put my bags into the taxi. It probably would have taken me more then three hours to figure out where my bags were and everything. I didn't fly much, so I wasn't really used to it.

"No problem." He replied, then added "I didn't catch your name." Smiling, he watched me for an answer.

"Oh, I'm Sam." I spoke, and smiled, and I felt my Blackberry started to vibrate in my pocket. Quickly checking the caller ID, I noticed it was my parents. Of course they were making sure I had a good flight, but still, not the best idea when you're talking to a really cute guy, especially in my case. I looked to him, and smiled a bit.

"Jordan. I guess I'll see you around. Nice to meet you Sam." He spoke and grinned, and was off. That's when I realized who he was, and who I was talking to. I had just met Jordan Staal of the Pittsburgh Penguins, and I hadn't even realized it.

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So, this is a new story obviously, and it's about Jordan Staal.

I don't really have too many ideas where I'm going with this, I just needed to write something else.

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