Patrick Kane and Me
October 8th 2010: A Bomb
I’ve been getting about 20 calls a day from Tyler. I haven’t answered him yet and I’m not playing on it. Yes it was my fault for kind of leading him on you could say, but I’m blaming Patrick because he put me in a good mood.
I was sitting in the living room when the first call of the day happened. “Natalie! It’s Tyler!” I shrugged my shoulders, “Let the machine get it.” I said ignoring the ringing sound behind me and going back to the Cosmo magazine I was reading.“Hey Nat, Uh me again. I was just wondering if you got the other 40 messages I left. Wow, 40, that is kind of embarrassing just like what happened with us a couple days ago. Please forgive me Natalie.” Then he hung up. I laughed at this message.
“Pat I think this is one of the best ones hands down.” He rolled his eyes. “Nat, don’t you think you should answer the next one. Just let him talk and then he’ll stop calling. He’s filling up our answering machine.” He said putting his hand on my bare knee. His fingers sent shivers up and down my spine. “Come on seriously?” He gave me a look, “Fine, I’ll call him.” I got up and went to the phone.
“Natalie! OhmyGod you finally called back!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just got all your messages.” That was a total lie.
“Listen, about what happened, I really thought that you were into me and after high school I still liked you and everything so when I got the architect job here in Chicago I thought it was destiny when I found out you were here with Pat.” He rambled on. I really wasn’t listening I just sat there and stared off into space, randomly walking around the apartment. “But didn’t you think that I came here, and lived with Pat for a reason?” Pat perked his ears up after hearing his name, “Well no, not really. I thought you were just really good friends that’s all.”
“Well, didn’t you guess wrong” I let him continue not wanting anymore messages to be left on the machine later. “Yeah I did,” There was an awkward silence. “Well Tyler I think that we should just stay friends.” Way to point out the obvious Natalie. “Yeah me too, well I guess this is good bye.” “Yep,” I popped the ‘p’, “I guess so, goodbye Tyler.”
I hung up the phone, “Happy?” I asked Pat as he had now taken my spot on the couch reading my magazine. “Ecstatic.” He said not even looking up from the juicy gossip he had curiously picked up. “Hey did you know that they think Carrie Underwood is pregnant?” He said excitedly. “Good for her.” I rolled my eyes as I walked into our bedroom.
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I had been homesick lately. Just out of nowhere. I never had before but now I suddenly had feelings to just break down and cry over some old pictures of when I lived in Buffalo. After living in so many different places I never thought I would ever be homesick, just because I never got attached to people because of how short of time I spent there. I made acquaintances but never friendships.
But I lived in Buffalo for the rest of my childhood. So I actually knew people and had friendships there. I got a few photo albums that I had packed away in a box for awhile now that I had ‘stolen’ from my mom when I moved out just for times like these. I just never thought they would actually come.
It had gotten so bad one day that I stayed in my room for an entire day looking through all the yearbooks I had gotten for every year in Buffalo. “Natalie,” He creaked open the door. I had my legs crossed, on my bed, surrounded by all of these open books, “Are you okay?” I wiped my eyes, “Yeah I’m fine Pat.” He walked in, “No you’re not. I know you and you are most definitely not okay.” He sat down next to me throwing a wad of tissue paper in the garbage next to our bed. “It’s just, I feel really home sick all of a sudden.”
“Well we can go home for a week in the spring that is if we miss the playoffs this year.” I shook my head, “No Pat, I wouldn’t be able to just spend a week in Buffalo.” I hesitated and then released what had been a thought in my head for a few weeks now, “Pat, I think I want to move back to Buffalo.” He was speechless and I didn’t look at him. I had just dropped a bomb on our relationship.
I was sitting in the living room when the first call of the day happened. “Natalie! It’s Tyler!” I shrugged my shoulders, “Let the machine get it.” I said ignoring the ringing sound behind me and going back to the Cosmo magazine I was reading.“Hey Nat, Uh me again. I was just wondering if you got the other 40 messages I left. Wow, 40, that is kind of embarrassing just like what happened with us a couple days ago. Please forgive me Natalie.” Then he hung up. I laughed at this message.
“Pat I think this is one of the best ones hands down.” He rolled his eyes. “Nat, don’t you think you should answer the next one. Just let him talk and then he’ll stop calling. He’s filling up our answering machine.” He said putting his hand on my bare knee. His fingers sent shivers up and down my spine. “Come on seriously?” He gave me a look, “Fine, I’ll call him.” I got up and went to the phone.
“Natalie! OhmyGod you finally called back!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just got all your messages.” That was a total lie.
“Listen, about what happened, I really thought that you were into me and after high school I still liked you and everything so when I got the architect job here in Chicago I thought it was destiny when I found out you were here with Pat.” He rambled on. I really wasn’t listening I just sat there and stared off into space, randomly walking around the apartment. “But didn’t you think that I came here, and lived with Pat for a reason?” Pat perked his ears up after hearing his name, “Well no, not really. I thought you were just really good friends that’s all.”
“Well, didn’t you guess wrong” I let him continue not wanting anymore messages to be left on the machine later. “Yeah I did,” There was an awkward silence. “Well Tyler I think that we should just stay friends.” Way to point out the obvious Natalie. “Yeah me too, well I guess this is good bye.” “Yep,” I popped the ‘p’, “I guess so, goodbye Tyler.”
I hung up the phone, “Happy?” I asked Pat as he had now taken my spot on the couch reading my magazine. “Ecstatic.” He said not even looking up from the juicy gossip he had curiously picked up. “Hey did you know that they think Carrie Underwood is pregnant?” He said excitedly. “Good for her.” I rolled my eyes as I walked into our bedroom.
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I had been homesick lately. Just out of nowhere. I never had before but now I suddenly had feelings to just break down and cry over some old pictures of when I lived in Buffalo. After living in so many different places I never thought I would ever be homesick, just because I never got attached to people because of how short of time I spent there. I made acquaintances but never friendships.
But I lived in Buffalo for the rest of my childhood. So I actually knew people and had friendships there. I got a few photo albums that I had packed away in a box for awhile now that I had ‘stolen’ from my mom when I moved out just for times like these. I just never thought they would actually come.
It had gotten so bad one day that I stayed in my room for an entire day looking through all the yearbooks I had gotten for every year in Buffalo. “Natalie,” He creaked open the door. I had my legs crossed, on my bed, surrounded by all of these open books, “Are you okay?” I wiped my eyes, “Yeah I’m fine Pat.” He walked in, “No you’re not. I know you and you are most definitely not okay.” He sat down next to me throwing a wad of tissue paper in the garbage next to our bed. “It’s just, I feel really home sick all of a sudden.”
“Well we can go home for a week in the spring that is if we miss the playoffs this year.” I shook my head, “No Pat, I wouldn’t be able to just spend a week in Buffalo.” I hesitated and then released what had been a thought in my head for a few weeks now, “Pat, I think I want to move back to Buffalo.” He was speechless and I didn’t look at him. I had just dropped a bomb on our relationship.
