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♪♫ Sometimes It's Hard To Tell In The Dark Who Owns My Heart? ♫♪
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Four /-/ Maybe A Little Too Lucky? ... If That's Even Possible.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Game Night ( v. St. Louis Blues )
Julia's POV clumsy/fergie
I'm getting a bit nervous now, as I walk into the United Center to start my new job. Wearing a simple white button down shirt paired with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and red flats. I hope that this outfit is okay, just realizing that I'm wearing the team's colours.
Walking through those doors though, I feel my heart begin to race. I know that I probably won't be running into either of them tonight, but just being so close, in the same building.
Now I’m just hoping my heart can take it.
I quickly check my phone to see if I had any missed calls, or voicemails. A bit sad, and yet a bit relieved that there were none. I quickly shut off my phone. I can't screw up this job over my phone ringing in my pocket while I'm working my first night on the job.
When I reach the restaurant I notice it's starting to look like it's going to be a busy shift. I walk up to the to the woman that was buzzing around getting guests seated, and writing and erasing on a map of the table layout.
"Hi." I say bit quietly, being nervous like I always am when I start a new job.
"Do you have a reservation?" the girl asks me, not looking up the table layout map.
"Uh... no. I start work here tonight."
"Oh!" she quickly looks up at me. "Sorry. Hi. My name is Marissa. You must be the new waitress they just hired."
"Uh, yeah, that would be me. My name's Julia."
"Nice to meet you." she holds her hand out to shake mine, "Tina, here, will be working with you tonight and as well as the next couple shifts you have. You know, just to help you get the feel of the place."
"Okay sounds good." I turn to Tina, "So where do I start?"
From there, it was the start of a busy night. Everything seemed to be going quite well. I'm picking up on everything quickly, although I never been a waitress before in my life. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It is a great, fast-pace environment, that I enjoy. All the workers are friendly and helpful. I was so surprised at how busy it got, considering, from what I could hear, the game is a good one. Right now we're in the first few minutes of the second period and the score is 3 - 1 Hawks.
Time is just flying by now and I hear the game is in the last seconds of the third and the score is now 7 - 5 Hawks. Next I'm hearing the players who are the 3 stars of tonight's game.
Tomas Kopecky is 3rd, Patrick Sharp is 2nd, and Patrick Kane is the 1st star.
The game is over, the restaurant is starting to empty out, and Tina told me it was alright for me to leave a bit early tonight, since it was my first night but I would be working until closing on my next shift, this Friday.
As I'm leaving the arena, making my way to the nearest bus stop, I turn on my phone and check to see if I had any calls. Nothing. Well I guess I shouldn't be too surprised since they are both young hockey players, thus they are the two most wanted guys in Chicago.
I get to the bus stop and wait. Pacing around the bus stop for a few minutes, before I decide to check the bus schedule, only find that the bus I was waiting for, had passed by just before I got there and the next one is not coming for another 40 minutes.
Lovely, that's just fantastic! I hate standing in the bus stop all alone in the dark, it's a bit scary. As I stand there though, waiting, hoping the time will just magically fast forward, my phone begins to ring, giving me a slight jolt.
I begin to rummage through my purse for my phone, luckily I find it in good time to have a quick look at the caller id - just taking a quick glance over - noticing the name is of a one of the hockey players I met the other day, and my finger automatically pressed talk before it actually registered about which one it actually is.
"Hi." feeling all excited.
"Hey. How come are you standing around in the dark?" the voice on the other end having a more of a lisp to his deep voice.
A little deflated, leaving me silent, about hearing Patrick's voice instead of Jonathan's, Patrick speaks up again.
"I'm in the truck that just pulled up to the curb before the bus stop."
"Patrick, right?" I ask like I really don't know who it is.
"Who else would it be?" sounding a bit confused.
For that split second I was at a loss for an answer, but managed to come up with, "Uh... nobody. I just didn't expect to hear from you this soon. I thought you'd be too busy to call me."
"Well..." he inches his truck, along the curb, a bit closer to the bus stop towards me as he continues, "I am busy, but right now it looks as though you're in need of a ride?" now stopping his truck about a foot away from the stop, he gets out of his truck, still with his phone against his ear.
He gives me one of his adorable smiles, "So... would you like that ride?"
"Sure."
Where is the harm in that... right?
"Okay, just let me open the door for you." he shuts off his phone, shoving it into his pocket and walks around to the passenger side door and opens the it for me. I make my way towards him and step into his truck. He closes the door and runs back around to the driver's side and takes off.
Doing nothing more that occasionally glancing at each other, this silence didn't seem awkward like silences normally are. But this moment doesn't feel as though it needs any words. This silence is unusually comfortable.
As he continues driving on, I'm not really paying attention to where he was taking me, we soon ended up going down into an underground parking space. Still not really cluing in that I never told him where I live, he parks in a stall numbered 33J. Everything then just clicked.
He's taken me back to his place...
Normally any other girl would be ecstatic with not only just getting a ride with Patrick Kane, but getting a ride with him back to his place. The thing is though, I'm not like those other girls.
He exits his truck, comes around to my side, and opens the door for me, holding out a hand for me. I take his hand, getting out saying nothing more than a quiet thank you, and we walk to the elevator still in silence. As we are going up, I'm so nervous that I can't make look at him, although I can feel him staring at me, but as soon as I have the might to turn to look at him, he sheepishly looks away.
We have finally reached the floor where his place is and my heart, this time takes a leap leaving me breathless. We reach his door, he unlocks the deadbolt, and gestures to me to walk in. We take off our shoes and he shows me his hand again, this time to take my coat, so he could hang it up in the closet.
We walk into the kitchen, off the entrance he asks, "You want something to eat or drink?" he paused waiting for a reply from me. When I fell silent he continued on, "I have beer, soda and..." rummaging through his fridge, "actually if you want something to eat, I'd have to order some delivery."
I'm still silent, while I'm trying to catch my breath.
"Are you hungry? I could order Chinese... pizza...?"
"You know what? Pizza does sound good right about now."
"Your right." as he looks back over his shoulder at me. "So would you like a beer then?"
"Nothing else goes better with a slice of pizza, than a beer."
"Just what I was thinking." he grabs us both a beer, opens them, and leads me to the couch, grabbing a phone on the way. He motions for me to sit down, he dials a number to order our pizza.
"What would you like? I'm not picky."
"How about a meat lover's?"
"Good choice." he eagerly agrees. "Yeah hey, could I order a meat lover's pizza?" he looks back at me before communicating again with the person on the other end of the line.
As he is still talking on his phone, mine begins to ring. I look down at the caller i.d., it's Jonathan calling.
Fuck! What do I do now? I'm at Patrick's, having a beer and there is a pizza getting delivered, I want to answer my phone, but how?
Panicking, I mouth to him that I need to step out for a second. Once I was out on the other side of the door, I managed to answer just before it went to voicemail.
"Hey!" I excitedly whisper.
"Hi." he sounds a little surprised that I answered.
"How's it going?"
"I... uh... good. And you?"
"I'm good. What's up?"
"Um... I just thought I'd call and see if you were up to get a coffee tomorrow."
I never heard him so nervous, it was actually quite cute.
"You know, since I said I'd take you out. Oh... you know, I mean for coffee." he quickly adds, making me giggle a little.
"Sure. I'd love to. Where should me meet?"
"How about I stop by your place and pick you up?"
"I, um..." looking back and forth between the elevator and the door behind me. "How about I just meet you at a Starbucks or something."
"Sure... but if you don't mind me by asking, why are you whispering?"
"Um... I actually live with a friend of mine right now and she just went to bed.."
"Oh, okay, I'll let you go. So meet you'll me at the Starbucks at 600 Grand Ave E? At the Navy Pier? Does ten sound good?"
"The sounds perfect."
"Good, see you then."
"See you then."
Just as I ended my conversation with Jonathan, I turned back to the door and there is Patrick just opening it.
"The pizza is on it's way."
"Good."
"The guy said it would be about 2o minutes."
"That's great."
"Why are we standing outside?"
"I don't know, but let's go inside and wait for the pizza in there then, shall we?" sliding myself by him through the small gap between him and the door frame, my chest brushing up against his arm. Without a word from him, he follows right behind me back to the couch. There we sat, side by side, drinking our beer, waiting for the pizza.
"Let's turn on some music, huh?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Taking his last swig of beer, "How's your beer? Need a refill?"
"Sure." downing the last little bit of mine.
"So how about you choose the tunes and I'll go get us those beers."
I nod, then get up and head towards the stereo and he gets up and heads into the kitchen for the drinks. Once I chose a playlist to play, he comes in with the beers in hand.
"There you are."
"Thank you."
"I'll be right back, I'd just like to change out of this suit, if you don't mind."
"Sure, that fine. You may as well be comfortable."
As soon as he's out of the room, there's a knock on the door.
"Could you please get that? That's probably Marty with the pizza. And the money is on that side table in the entrance."
I make my way to the door, give Marty the money and thank him for the pizza, but just as I turn around, he almost ended up wearing it.
"Whoa there," he takes the pizza from my hands, places it aside, turns back and our eyes locked in onto each other. We were in so close, almost touching. Next thing I knew his lips were on mine, then I was suddenly sitting on the table with him standing between my thighs, his hands found his way under my shirt.
As our lips part, both trying to catch our breath, "Too fast." I quickly blurt out. Seeing a hint of pain in his face, I try to make a good recovery by saying, "It's not that... That wasn't... you know, good." still trying to catch my breath, "Patrick, it's just that we only just met each other. I'm not one who jumps the gun this quick."
"No, I understand. I respect that." he lifts me down from the table top.
"You know, I think it time for me to call a taxi and head home." I barely make my way past him as gently grabs for my arm.
"Julia, why don't you just stay here for the night. I have a spare bedroom you could sleep in."
"I have nothing to sleep in."
"I have a t-shirt and some shorts you can use."
"I don't have a tooth brush."
"I have a spare one that I just bought the other day. I was going to get rid of my old one, but I just never got around to it yet."
He really wants me to spend the night. I stand there now trying to think of another excuse to leave, but he pulls a face I couldn't resist.
"I'd feel much better about you spending the night here than taking a taxi alone at this time of night."
Like putty in his hands I cave in.
"Sure, why not. Couldn't hurt."
"Okay, good. Now that that is settled, are you still up for some pizza, or should I show you where you're going to sleep and grab that stuff for you?"
"Sorry, but I'm just not hungry anymore."
He nods his head and motions for me to follow him. As we reach the room, he leaves me there to fetch the clothes and the toothbrush. I feel a pang of guilt for staying, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer.
When he comes back, he hands over to me a neatly folded Hawks t-shirt and black shorts with a drawstring and a toothbrush with some toothpaste on top.
"The guest bathroom is just right in that corner of the room. You have your own shower and everything is in there."
"Thank you. This is very nice of you." rolling up onto my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he quickly decides against it. He just takes a small step toward me and gives me a kiss on the forehead, whispering to me to have a good night then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Just then after he leaves me alone in his guest bedroom, something changed. I soon thought after he brought me back to his place tonight, I wanted to see more of Jonathan instead because of the word of mouth of him being a lady's man. But after that gesture of him respecting my space, and him caring about my safety if I were to leave and take a taxi home, that did it.
Could this be though? Could it really be that Patrick Kane is actually changing his ways? I guess only time will tell.
Game Night ( v. St. Louis Blues )
Julia's POV clumsy/fergie
I'm getting a bit nervous now, as I walk into the United Center to start my new job. Wearing a simple white button down shirt paired with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and red flats. I hope that this outfit is okay, just realizing that I'm wearing the team's colours.
Walking through those doors though, I feel my heart begin to race. I know that I probably won't be running into either of them tonight, but just being so close, in the same building.
Now I’m just hoping my heart can take it.
I quickly check my phone to see if I had any missed calls, or voicemails. A bit sad, and yet a bit relieved that there were none. I quickly shut off my phone. I can't screw up this job over my phone ringing in my pocket while I'm working my first night on the job.
When I reach the restaurant I notice it's starting to look like it's going to be a busy shift. I walk up to the to the woman that was buzzing around getting guests seated, and writing and erasing on a map of the table layout.
"Hi." I say bit quietly, being nervous like I always am when I start a new job.
"Do you have a reservation?" the girl asks me, not looking up the table layout map.
"Uh... no. I start work here tonight."
"Oh!" she quickly looks up at me. "Sorry. Hi. My name is Marissa. You must be the new waitress they just hired."
"Uh, yeah, that would be me. My name's Julia."
"Nice to meet you." she holds her hand out to shake mine, "Tina, here, will be working with you tonight and as well as the next couple shifts you have. You know, just to help you get the feel of the place."
"Okay sounds good." I turn to Tina, "So where do I start?"
From there, it was the start of a busy night. Everything seemed to be going quite well. I'm picking up on everything quickly, although I never been a waitress before in my life. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It is a great, fast-pace environment, that I enjoy. All the workers are friendly and helpful. I was so surprised at how busy it got, considering, from what I could hear, the game is a good one. Right now we're in the first few minutes of the second period and the score is 3 - 1 Hawks.
Time is just flying by now and I hear the game is in the last seconds of the third and the score is now 7 - 5 Hawks. Next I'm hearing the players who are the 3 stars of tonight's game.
Tomas Kopecky is 3rd, Patrick Sharp is 2nd, and Patrick Kane is the 1st star.
The game is over, the restaurant is starting to empty out, and Tina told me it was alright for me to leave a bit early tonight, since it was my first night but I would be working until closing on my next shift, this Friday.
As I'm leaving the arena, making my way to the nearest bus stop, I turn on my phone and check to see if I had any calls. Nothing. Well I guess I shouldn't be too surprised since they are both young hockey players, thus they are the two most wanted guys in Chicago.
I get to the bus stop and wait. Pacing around the bus stop for a few minutes, before I decide to check the bus schedule, only find that the bus I was waiting for, had passed by just before I got there and the next one is not coming for another 40 minutes.
Lovely, that's just fantastic! I hate standing in the bus stop all alone in the dark, it's a bit scary. As I stand there though, waiting, hoping the time will just magically fast forward, my phone begins to ring, giving me a slight jolt.
I begin to rummage through my purse for my phone, luckily I find it in good time to have a quick look at the caller id - just taking a quick glance over - noticing the name is of a one of the hockey players I met the other day, and my finger automatically pressed talk before it actually registered about which one it actually is.
"Hi." feeling all excited.
"Hey. How come are you standing around in the dark?" the voice on the other end having a more of a lisp to his deep voice.
A little deflated, leaving me silent, about hearing Patrick's voice instead of Jonathan's, Patrick speaks up again.
"I'm in the truck that just pulled up to the curb before the bus stop."
"Patrick, right?" I ask like I really don't know who it is.
"Who else would it be?" sounding a bit confused.
For that split second I was at a loss for an answer, but managed to come up with, "Uh... nobody. I just didn't expect to hear from you this soon. I thought you'd be too busy to call me."
"Well..." he inches his truck, along the curb, a bit closer to the bus stop towards me as he continues, "I am busy, but right now it looks as though you're in need of a ride?" now stopping his truck about a foot away from the stop, he gets out of his truck, still with his phone against his ear.
He gives me one of his adorable smiles, "So... would you like that ride?"
"Sure."
Where is the harm in that... right?
"Okay, just let me open the door for you." he shuts off his phone, shoving it into his pocket and walks around to the passenger side door and opens the it for me. I make my way towards him and step into his truck. He closes the door and runs back around to the driver's side and takes off.
Doing nothing more that occasionally glancing at each other, this silence didn't seem awkward like silences normally are. But this moment doesn't feel as though it needs any words. This silence is unusually comfortable.
As he continues driving on, I'm not really paying attention to where he was taking me, we soon ended up going down into an underground parking space. Still not really cluing in that I never told him where I live, he parks in a stall numbered 33J. Everything then just clicked.
He's taken me back to his place...
Normally any other girl would be ecstatic with not only just getting a ride with Patrick Kane, but getting a ride with him back to his place. The thing is though, I'm not like those other girls.
He exits his truck, comes around to my side, and opens the door for me, holding out a hand for me. I take his hand, getting out saying nothing more than a quiet thank you, and we walk to the elevator still in silence. As we are going up, I'm so nervous that I can't make look at him, although I can feel him staring at me, but as soon as I have the might to turn to look at him, he sheepishly looks away.
We have finally reached the floor where his place is and my heart, this time takes a leap leaving me breathless. We reach his door, he unlocks the deadbolt, and gestures to me to walk in. We take off our shoes and he shows me his hand again, this time to take my coat, so he could hang it up in the closet.
We walk into the kitchen, off the entrance he asks, "You want something to eat or drink?" he paused waiting for a reply from me. When I fell silent he continued on, "I have beer, soda and..." rummaging through his fridge, "actually if you want something to eat, I'd have to order some delivery."
I'm still silent, while I'm trying to catch my breath.
"Are you hungry? I could order Chinese... pizza...?"
"You know what? Pizza does sound good right about now."
"Your right." as he looks back over his shoulder at me. "So would you like a beer then?"
"Nothing else goes better with a slice of pizza, than a beer."
"Just what I was thinking." he grabs us both a beer, opens them, and leads me to the couch, grabbing a phone on the way. He motions for me to sit down, he dials a number to order our pizza.
"What would you like? I'm not picky."
"How about a meat lover's?"
"Good choice." he eagerly agrees. "Yeah hey, could I order a meat lover's pizza?" he looks back at me before communicating again with the person on the other end of the line.
As he is still talking on his phone, mine begins to ring. I look down at the caller i.d., it's Jonathan calling.
Fuck! What do I do now? I'm at Patrick's, having a beer and there is a pizza getting delivered, I want to answer my phone, but how?
Panicking, I mouth to him that I need to step out for a second. Once I was out on the other side of the door, I managed to answer just before it went to voicemail.
"Hey!" I excitedly whisper.
"Hi." he sounds a little surprised that I answered.
"How's it going?"
"I... uh... good. And you?"
"I'm good. What's up?"
"Um... I just thought I'd call and see if you were up to get a coffee tomorrow."
I never heard him so nervous, it was actually quite cute.
"You know, since I said I'd take you out. Oh... you know, I mean for coffee." he quickly adds, making me giggle a little.
"Sure. I'd love to. Where should me meet?"
"How about I stop by your place and pick you up?"
"I, um..." looking back and forth between the elevator and the door behind me. "How about I just meet you at a Starbucks or something."
"Sure... but if you don't mind me by asking, why are you whispering?"
"Um... I actually live with a friend of mine right now and she just went to bed.."
"Oh, okay, I'll let you go. So meet you'll me at the Starbucks at 600 Grand Ave E? At the Navy Pier? Does ten sound good?"
"The sounds perfect."
"Good, see you then."
"See you then."
Just as I ended my conversation with Jonathan, I turned back to the door and there is Patrick just opening it.
"The pizza is on it's way."
"Good."
"The guy said it would be about 2o minutes."
"That's great."
"Why are we standing outside?"
"I don't know, but let's go inside and wait for the pizza in there then, shall we?" sliding myself by him through the small gap between him and the door frame, my chest brushing up against his arm. Without a word from him, he follows right behind me back to the couch. There we sat, side by side, drinking our beer, waiting for the pizza.
"Let's turn on some music, huh?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Taking his last swig of beer, "How's your beer? Need a refill?"
"Sure." downing the last little bit of mine.
"So how about you choose the tunes and I'll go get us those beers."
I nod, then get up and head towards the stereo and he gets up and heads into the kitchen for the drinks. Once I chose a playlist to play, he comes in with the beers in hand.
"There you are."
"Thank you."
"I'll be right back, I'd just like to change out of this suit, if you don't mind."
"Sure, that fine. You may as well be comfortable."
As soon as he's out of the room, there's a knock on the door.
"Could you please get that? That's probably Marty with the pizza. And the money is on that side table in the entrance."
I make my way to the door, give Marty the money and thank him for the pizza, but just as I turn around, he almost ended up wearing it.
"Whoa there," he takes the pizza from my hands, places it aside, turns back and our eyes locked in onto each other. We were in so close, almost touching. Next thing I knew his lips were on mine, then I was suddenly sitting on the table with him standing between my thighs, his hands found his way under my shirt.
As our lips part, both trying to catch our breath, "Too fast." I quickly blurt out. Seeing a hint of pain in his face, I try to make a good recovery by saying, "It's not that... That wasn't... you know, good." still trying to catch my breath, "Patrick, it's just that we only just met each other. I'm not one who jumps the gun this quick."
"No, I understand. I respect that." he lifts me down from the table top.
"You know, I think it time for me to call a taxi and head home." I barely make my way past him as gently grabs for my arm.
"Julia, why don't you just stay here for the night. I have a spare bedroom you could sleep in."
"I have nothing to sleep in."
"I have a t-shirt and some shorts you can use."
"I don't have a tooth brush."
"I have a spare one that I just bought the other day. I was going to get rid of my old one, but I just never got around to it yet."
He really wants me to spend the night. I stand there now trying to think of another excuse to leave, but he pulls a face I couldn't resist.
"I'd feel much better about you spending the night here than taking a taxi alone at this time of night."
Like putty in his hands I cave in.
"Sure, why not. Couldn't hurt."
"Okay, good. Now that that is settled, are you still up for some pizza, or should I show you where you're going to sleep and grab that stuff for you?"
"Sorry, but I'm just not hungry anymore."
He nods his head and motions for me to follow him. As we reach the room, he leaves me there to fetch the clothes and the toothbrush. I feel a pang of guilt for staying, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer.
When he comes back, he hands over to me a neatly folded Hawks t-shirt and black shorts with a drawstring and a toothbrush with some toothpaste on top.
"The guest bathroom is just right in that corner of the room. You have your own shower and everything is in there."
"Thank you. This is very nice of you." rolling up onto my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he quickly decides against it. He just takes a small step toward me and gives me a kiss on the forehead, whispering to me to have a good night then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Just then after he leaves me alone in his guest bedroom, something changed. I soon thought after he brought me back to his place tonight, I wanted to see more of Jonathan instead because of the word of mouth of him being a lady's man. But after that gesture of him respecting my space, and him caring about my safety if I were to leave and take a taxi home, that did it.
Could this be though? Could it really be that Patrick Kane is actually changing his ways? I guess only time will tell.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sorry
Sorry, I was clicking the wrong buttons, but don't worry a new chapter will be up very soon. Plus, I hope to have a post or two up on my new blog, NHL: One- Timers!!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Three /-/ Patience... Not A Chance.
**Sorry for the long wait! I just threw this chapter together. I hope you all enjoy it! :)**
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
After Morning Skate ( part two ) & Game Night ( v. St. Louis Blues )
Jonathan's POV ridin’.solo/jason.derulo
“Ow! Damn it!” I mutter under my breath, as I burned the back of my hand with some boiling hot water, and out of reflex I throw my cup into the sink. Tea bag and all.
I sit myself down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, and with little interest in finishing it, I poke my fork through what’s left of my lunch, so I push my plate aside and pull my laptop closer to me. With the Google search engine open, I type in ‘theatres in chicago’ to see what’s currently playing. Only a couple movies seem to capture my interest, but really, do I want to put myself through that kind of hell?
But I haven’t been to a movie in so long. Come to think of it though, I haven’t really done anything much outside of hockey. And I guess that’s why Melissa left me 'for good' this time. Well that's how she put it. I guess there could’ve been a few more reasons about why she left, some easily coming to mind.
So many times though, I have tried, but I guess I just never hard enough. She’s really gone and I really can’t all that sad about it. The separation seemed to be inevitable since she has been threatening me with it for some time now. Besides our relationship never got to any point near her moving into the condo with me, in fact, she still is living in Winnipeg.
Now I'm really feeling the pain of the burn on my hand and I look down to see a decent sized red burn. I turn my hand over and I see a faint but yet still readable phone number.
Should I? Or Shouldn’t I?
It was automatic. I grabbed my Blackberry off the counter and punch in the number but I falter, pressing the ‘save contact’ button instead of ‘send’.
Patrick’s POV she.drives.me.crazy/fine.young.cannibals
My eyes shot open and she’s gone, but as my eyes begin to focus I that see Sharp is standing in front of me.
"What the fuck man!" I shout in horror of the fact that not only was all of what I thought just happened was all in my head, but I take a look down at my towel... fuck! ... there it was.
"Well... a wet dream for Kaner?"
"Shut up!"
"Or what?"
I couldn't respond with anything, so he just left the room, but I really 'Shut up' was the best I could come up with? Why the hell couldn't I come up with a good comeback?
After he left, I proceeded to get dressed and made my way out of the arena. I walked through the empty parking lot to my truck, got in, and headed back home. That whole time, and still now, I can't stop thinking about her. Despite all of what I thought happened between us was only a daydream and Sharp happened to walk in on it, it still didn't put that much of a damper on my day. Although I'll probably be the butt of the joke in the locker room tonight.
I get home, I make myself a simple lunch of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich then headed straight to my bed and to take my regular pregame nap.
When I get up, it's 3:30pm, and I head down the hall to my work out room and take a light jog on the treadmill for an hour. After my jog, I walk to the kitchen to the fridge, take out a bottle of water and finished it in almost one gulp, then take out the slice of lasagna I took out earlier from the freezer -that my Mom baked, sliced and froze the last time she was here- I and put it into the oven. After twenty minutes to heat up, I eat and go. It's time for me to head back to the UC.
I walk in to the building, anticipating some jabs from some of the guys as I enter the locker room, but there was nothing. Sharp didn't even have anything to throw at me. So I continue getting ready then we all head out for a pregame warm up. Or so I thought.
As we went back to the locker room so the ice can be prepped again for the first period, I find a package on the shelf in my stall, that has a picture of an inflatable doll on it.
"Ha, ha, very funny!" I yell for over my shoulder at the other guys and I hear all their laughing and snickering in the background. And so it begins.
Tonight's game went quite well, we beat the Blues 7 to 5. I gathered up three points, scoring two goals and one assist and earning the first star of tonight's game too. As we left the ice, we go off about our normal routine after a great win. There are few of us that do a couple interviews then shower, get dressed and be on our way back home to family, or like me being a single guy, go out to the club to celebrate. But I didn't feel like going out with the guys, so I just turned down the offers and decided to just head home.
As I leave the UC
Should I? Or shouldn't I? I ponder for a moment but just as I'm about to press 'send', Bolland taps on my window. So I roll down it to see what he wants and put my phone in the cup holder.
"Hey! Are sure you don't want to come out tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"By the sounds of it, it's going to be one hell of a night."
"Sounds like fun, but I gotta pass."
"Snooze you lose man. " he yells back at me as he is already off to his car. "More hot chicks for us then!"
I roll my window back up, shaking my head, I start up the engine and leave. As I reach an exit, I turn right then I see a familiar looking silhouette down at the bus stop. Could it be? So I pull over to the curb, pick up my phone again, find her number and press send. It took a couple rings, and it was her. She began rummaging through her purse, like she was looking for her phone and after a few more rings she picks up.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Sorry!!!
Sorry, I did forget!! And I know Im a little behind! I hope to have some more up in the next little while. I needed a little inspiration and I know I have it now! Keep holding in there!!!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
A New Story That Needs Some Readers! =)
Hey!
I have a new Patrick Kane story on the go.
[ There should also be a link at the top of the left column too. ]
Friday, December 3, 2010
Two /-/ Like A Ton Of Bricks You Hit Me
* I know I posted this chapter last night, but I didn't feel like right with the way I ended it, so I changed it slightly this evening. I hope you enjoy this chaper. =) *
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
After Morning Practice
"Hellllooo..." Sharp, waving his hands.
"YO! KANER!"
"Huh?" looking as though he just got stunned.
Sharp smirks combined with a “you're clueless“ kind of head shake.
"What!" now Kane's glaring at Sharp.
“Since when did you become like Tazer? Why so serious?”
“Pfft… whatever.”
"Kane, seriously, what the hell's been up with you? You've been off on another planet all morning.”
Paying as little attention to Sharp, he said nothing, but shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Well, for starter's kid...." Sharp continues again, "you do realize that you are in the shower with all of your gear on?"
He looks down to see to what Sharp had pointed out, and he actually wasn't joking, I am still wearing all my gear.
What the hell has she done to me?
This girl has completely taken over my mind. I have never felt this way about any girl before.
Patrick's POV all.over.ur.body/danny.fernandes
Not long after Sharp leaves, I leave the shower too, feeling now like I weight a few thousand tons. I make my way back to my stall, and I begin peel off my wet gear. The room is beginning to empty, and my mind is starting to wonder all over again.
I only saw her that one time, yesterday, in the parking lot. Watching her walking so smoothly through the slush, until she just reached her car when she slips slightly on an icy patch. She manages to regain her balance, without falling down though, but I've got to admit, it upset me a little. Leaving me with no opportunity to wrap my arms around her, and warm her up from a cold fall.
But then, low and behold another opportunity strikes, as she tries to start up her car, it wouldn't. And seeing her take out her frustrations on the steering wheel, made her that much more attractive. From there she had all control over me. God, what a smile and those eyes...
I’m exiting out of the shower again, but this time without my all my gear on, only wearing a towel wrapped around my waist. I notice that all the guys have left and now It feels a bit little eerie being so quiet. Not giving it another thought, otherwise, I just shrugged it off.
I walk up to my stall and begin to organize my gear, but as I'm doing that, there's a sound of the door opening, and closing, but no sound of any footsteps walking in.
"Sharp if that's you..." I call from over my shoulder.
"Well..." a female voice interrupting me from behind, "Sorry to disappoint you but Sharp isn‘t here." she whispers, grazing her lips against my ear.
No need for guessing whose sweet voice it is, I turn and she's right there, no further than a foot away. While taking a quick look over, she's got her hair in a loose ponytail, and she’s wearing a red trench coat along with some hot black peep toe heels. Damn, she’s looking fine.
She takes a grab for my towel, but I’m too quick; I spin her around, wrap her in my arms and whisper in her ear.
"Slow down baby... because I promise you, it will be worth the wait." following with a little nibble on her earlobe.
Feeling her body melt into mine, I notice the corner of her lips beginning curling into a half smile. God, she doesn’t have a clue what she does to me.
She manages to wriggle herself around to face me and she brings a leg up and wrap it around my mine. In her heels, we're almost meeting eye to eye. Being able to look her straight in the eye like this, this close, I could see how much she was yearning for me. But it sure as hell can’t be as much as I’m wanting to jump her bones right now.
Without saying a word, she sits me down and straddles herself on my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing her face in so close to mine. Our lips just brush each other, as she moves hers up my jaw line to my ear and down my neck. As she‘s doing this, she takes one hand, I feel her slowly tugging at my towel again, loosening it. I know she's just teasing me now, as she is stroking me through the towel, but In return though, I bring my hands up and begin to slowly unbutton her coat, and she doesn't even try to stop me.
As I get down to the last few buttons, she places a hand between my shoulder blades, still stroking me with the other, she straightens herself up, rolling her shoulders back, pushing out her chest into my face. At this point I couldn't hold out any longer... I rip the rest of the buttons loose, revealing this sexy little black dress underneath.
She removes her coat, letting dropping it to the floor. She takes my face in her hands and I move my hands down to her ass, sliding her up closer to me, her lips collided with mine in a fiery embrace.
That was it… She has taken her time with me long enough. She has crossed the line, and I had to take her right here and now, while sitting in my stall.
Just as we were both getting into a good rhythm, with my hands on her hips that are grinding into mine and her nails beginning to dig deeper into my back...
*SLAM!*
The sound of a door slamming shut.
*SLAM!*
The sound of a door slamming shut.
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