Patrick Kane and Me
October 20th 2010: She's Gone
Pat and I haven’t been talking a lot lately. But if we do it’s always just stupid small talk like the weather or something. I knew he didn’t like the idea of me moving back to Buffalo but I just think that it’s time; I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss the mailbox I used to sit by for God’s sake! I didn’t need his permission any more. I’m moving back as soon as possible.
I took all of my clothes and possessions and packed them in cardboard boxes I found around the apartment and started labeling them. I finished packing one of the last boxes when Pat leaned in on the door frame. I looked up at him for a second before going back to my packing. He stood there and stared at me thinking about what he was going to say. “Natalie what are you doing?” He asked me arms crossed over his chest. “What does it look like Patrick?” I responded with another question. I hardly call him Patrick. Usually only if I’m mad at him, or I’ll come him Patrick Timothy when he’s really in trouble. “No, Nat, what are we doing about us?” He emphasized.
“I don’t know Patrick, I really don’t. I’m in love with you but I just think I need my space to go back to Buffalo.” “Are we going to have a long distance relationship?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Do you really think that it would work?” I was being completely serious; most relationships like that never work out, and if it did than it would be a miracle. “I know it usually doesn’t work but we could try! I don’t want to give up like this. Especially after all we’ve been through.” I couldn’t believe what was going on. After all these years of chasing this kid I’m the one that ends up breaking up with him. “Patrick I understand where you’re coming from, but I just thinking that with your track record it will never work.” Then he started to raise his voice at me, “What do you fucking mean, my track record?!” He was getting up into my face, “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about Patrick! Now just let me go!” I grabbed my suit case and dragged it out of the room. I opened our front door, “Trust me, if I know you like I do you will have no problem getting over me.” And with that I slammed the door; I didn’t want anything else to do with that conversation.
PATRICK’S POV:
I had just gotten dumped, by the girl of my dreams. The girl I thought was my best friend; that I would spend the rest of my life with. When I was younger I took her for granted, she was basically a lost puppy to me. She was there to basically keep me in line just in case I screwed up. Just like prom, just like homecoming, just like whenever alcohol was involved. I’m pretty sure she stopped me from becoming an alcoholic. But now she’s gone. I was thinking about chasing after her but it would be no use, I mean last time it worked but I think she’s actually serious, which is exactly what I’m worried about.
The last time she went back home she was running away; running away from her problems here. I wouldn’t blame her, especially if it’s between two guys that she really cares about, one she’s loved her entire life and the other a new relationship with a guy she’s known for about 3 years. But beside the point I love her, and I can’t believe that it’s taken me this God Damn long to realize that.
She’s the one that’s always been there for me. She’s the one that had my back through all that shit. She’s the one that came to London, Ontario to keep me in line and so she wouldn’t lose me. I was the one that was going to walk out on her and all we’d been through about 5 years ago. Now she’s doing that to me now. Now I know how she felt going through all this. All I have to do is just wait for the time being. I need to give her space back in Buffalo, maybe live a life that doesn’t have to do with me for awhile. Then, she’ll run back home to me in Chicago. Right?
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I continued my life even though every day I thought about her. I thought about her smile, her eyes, her body, her hand in mine. I ended up missing a few practices though because Natalie usually gets me up in the morning. I started to party harder and harder as the days passed. I would even start going to the bars by myself if no one wanted to go with me just to numb the pain for a little while, before it bites my ass in the morning with a hangover. The guys noticed too, they just didn’t want to get close to me because if they did I would snap at them, “No I don’t have a problem asshole! Mind your own business!” I remember saying to Jon one day before I downed a shot of tequila. That was one of the last times he’s tried to talk to me, especially when I’ve had a drink in my hand.
I’ve started hooking up with girls more, then tossing them aside like some garbage. I never thought that I was doing anything wrong just because I was probably on a list of celebrities they want to sleep with anyway, if I ever felt like I had been getting that feeling back that I had with Natalie I shrugged it off. Thinking that there was nothing that would ever get her back to me. Natalie was never the type of girl who would date a guy more than once. If she did than that guy is one lucky man.
I went and got myself a new apartment that was bigger than the old one, mainly just for parties. Speaking of those, I had a party twice a week at the least. Most of the guys on the team would still come even though my parties were starting to get old. I would have people bring anyone they want and then I’d hook up with some meat head’s date, and then ditch her and possibly start all over again. Even I don’t know how I haven’t gotten an STD yet, it has been about 5 months since she’s left. I haven’t heard from her at all. I haven’t gotten a single phone call, not even a text, or an email, and I’m pretty sure she ignored my friend request. I remember the day she left she said it would be easy to get over her. How come something she said would be so easy ends up being twice as hard as she said it would be?
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Tonight we had a game. A game against Calgary and it’s my birthday. This happens every year on my birthday; I’m always at an away game. I looked up at the score board, 5-0 losing. I was sitting on the bench mindlessly scanning the crowd of people. I didn’t want to be there. The only reason I was here was because I had faked sick enough and couldn’t take another day off. I had a little of liquid courage left in me to hit the ice for about a minute and a half. Besides, if I’m going to want to hook up with someone tonight from the crowd I’m going to have to score at least one goal in 30 seconds.
Jonathan Toews took the faceoff and won it right to me. I was hogging the puck, skating back and forth trying to deke the Flame out of his skates, did some weird spin thing and got the puck to the net shooting and scoring just as the buzzer blared through the arena. Yeah, my goal didn’t matter really towards the game, other than screwing the goalie out of a shutout it was still 5-1 the final. But to the girls they will eat that shit up.
It was only assisted by Jonathan but I was taking all the credit for it. Sitting in the locker room I undressed and changed back into my suit. My tie was loosely made considering that Natalie wasn’t here to tie it any more. Right as I walked out of the locker room I was greeted by adoring fans that wanted pictures and autographs and all that shit. I graciously gave them what they wanted and then made my way over to a cute blonde with a nice rack.
“Hey, my name is Patrick Kane, what’s yours?” That was my go-to pick up line, considering that I am the Patrick Kane. She smiled, oh yeah she is totally interested, “Krista,” She fluttered her eyes at me. “You wanna get out of here?” I smirked. She nodded, and back to the hotel room we went.
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I was laying down on my bed in the hotel room, alone. But I still had that huge headache I knew I was going to get. I sat up with the sheets tangled around my lower body, the light hitting me straight through the blinds. I rubbed my face getting up and getting a cup of coffee. I was currently rooming by myself because Tazer didn’t want to be with me anymore because of my condition. “What happened last night?” I said taking a sip of my hot coffee. I wiped my face again.
Our lips were fully attached when we reached the door. I threw her roughly onto the bed and we started going at it. There was some kissing, some nibbling, some tugging, some grinding, and some other stuff too. We sped up and I heard a moan come out of her loudly into my ear. I was getting close, closer, closer, and closer and then, “Fuck! Natalie!” “What did you just call me?” I had never done that before. I had never called anyone anything but their name. I didn’t know what to do. I had never prepared for moments like these. “Alright the, I guess I’m leaving.” She got up right away, grabbed her clothes and she was gone.
Oh yeah, that’s what happened. That’s when I realized that I seriously had a problem with her. I needed to get my life back together so I can get her back with me. Well, that will take some getting used to. I started once we got back to Chicago. I removed all of the alcohol from the liquor cabinet. That was step one, then I went and apologized to Jonathan for being such a jerk to him for the past five months, and asked for his help. He gladly helped me, “Alright man, first we have to make your hair more of a young adult cut rather than a teenager.” I sighed, but I knew it was for the best.
Natalie Vaughn, get ready because you are going to fall in love
with the new and improved Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.
‹ Chapter 13
I took all of my clothes and possessions and packed them in cardboard boxes I found around the apartment and started labeling them. I finished packing one of the last boxes when Pat leaned in on the door frame. I looked up at him for a second before going back to my packing. He stood there and stared at me thinking about what he was going to say. “Natalie what are you doing?” He asked me arms crossed over his chest. “What does it look like Patrick?” I responded with another question. I hardly call him Patrick. Usually only if I’m mad at him, or I’ll come him Patrick Timothy when he’s really in trouble. “No, Nat, what are we doing about us?” He emphasized.
“I don’t know Patrick, I really don’t. I’m in love with you but I just think I need my space to go back to Buffalo.” “Are we going to have a long distance relationship?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Do you really think that it would work?” I was being completely serious; most relationships like that never work out, and if it did than it would be a miracle. “I know it usually doesn’t work but we could try! I don’t want to give up like this. Especially after all we’ve been through.” I couldn’t believe what was going on. After all these years of chasing this kid I’m the one that ends up breaking up with him. “Patrick I understand where you’re coming from, but I just thinking that with your track record it will never work.” Then he started to raise his voice at me, “What do you fucking mean, my track record?!” He was getting up into my face, “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about Patrick! Now just let me go!” I grabbed my suit case and dragged it out of the room. I opened our front door, “Trust me, if I know you like I do you will have no problem getting over me.” And with that I slammed the door; I didn’t want anything else to do with that conversation.
PATRICK’S POV:
I had just gotten dumped, by the girl of my dreams. The girl I thought was my best friend; that I would spend the rest of my life with. When I was younger I took her for granted, she was basically a lost puppy to me. She was there to basically keep me in line just in case I screwed up. Just like prom, just like homecoming, just like whenever alcohol was involved. I’m pretty sure she stopped me from becoming an alcoholic. But now she’s gone. I was thinking about chasing after her but it would be no use, I mean last time it worked but I think she’s actually serious, which is exactly what I’m worried about.
The last time she went back home she was running away; running away from her problems here. I wouldn’t blame her, especially if it’s between two guys that she really cares about, one she’s loved her entire life and the other a new relationship with a guy she’s known for about 3 years. But beside the point I love her, and I can’t believe that it’s taken me this God Damn long to realize that.
She’s the one that’s always been there for me. She’s the one that had my back through all that shit. She’s the one that came to London, Ontario to keep me in line and so she wouldn’t lose me. I was the one that was going to walk out on her and all we’d been through about 5 years ago. Now she’s doing that to me now. Now I know how she felt going through all this. All I have to do is just wait for the time being. I need to give her space back in Buffalo, maybe live a life that doesn’t have to do with me for awhile. Then, she’ll run back home to me in Chicago. Right?
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I continued my life even though every day I thought about her. I thought about her smile, her eyes, her body, her hand in mine. I ended up missing a few practices though because Natalie usually gets me up in the morning. I started to party harder and harder as the days passed. I would even start going to the bars by myself if no one wanted to go with me just to numb the pain for a little while, before it bites my ass in the morning with a hangover. The guys noticed too, they just didn’t want to get close to me because if they did I would snap at them, “No I don’t have a problem asshole! Mind your own business!” I remember saying to Jon one day before I downed a shot of tequila. That was one of the last times he’s tried to talk to me, especially when I’ve had a drink in my hand.
I’ve started hooking up with girls more, then tossing them aside like some garbage. I never thought that I was doing anything wrong just because I was probably on a list of celebrities they want to sleep with anyway, if I ever felt like I had been getting that feeling back that I had with Natalie I shrugged it off. Thinking that there was nothing that would ever get her back to me. Natalie was never the type of girl who would date a guy more than once. If she did than that guy is one lucky man.
I went and got myself a new apartment that was bigger than the old one, mainly just for parties. Speaking of those, I had a party twice a week at the least. Most of the guys on the team would still come even though my parties were starting to get old. I would have people bring anyone they want and then I’d hook up with some meat head’s date, and then ditch her and possibly start all over again. Even I don’t know how I haven’t gotten an STD yet, it has been about 5 months since she’s left. I haven’t heard from her at all. I haven’t gotten a single phone call, not even a text, or an email, and I’m pretty sure she ignored my friend request. I remember the day she left she said it would be easy to get over her. How come something she said would be so easy ends up being twice as hard as she said it would be?
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Tonight we had a game. A game against Calgary and it’s my birthday. This happens every year on my birthday; I’m always at an away game. I looked up at the score board, 5-0 losing. I was sitting on the bench mindlessly scanning the crowd of people. I didn’t want to be there. The only reason I was here was because I had faked sick enough and couldn’t take another day off. I had a little of liquid courage left in me to hit the ice for about a minute and a half. Besides, if I’m going to want to hook up with someone tonight from the crowd I’m going to have to score at least one goal in 30 seconds.
Jonathan Toews took the faceoff and won it right to me. I was hogging the puck, skating back and forth trying to deke the Flame out of his skates, did some weird spin thing and got the puck to the net shooting and scoring just as the buzzer blared through the arena. Yeah, my goal didn’t matter really towards the game, other than screwing the goalie out of a shutout it was still 5-1 the final. But to the girls they will eat that shit up.
It was only assisted by Jonathan but I was taking all the credit for it. Sitting in the locker room I undressed and changed back into my suit. My tie was loosely made considering that Natalie wasn’t here to tie it any more. Right as I walked out of the locker room I was greeted by adoring fans that wanted pictures and autographs and all that shit. I graciously gave them what they wanted and then made my way over to a cute blonde with a nice rack.
“Hey, my name is Patrick Kane, what’s yours?” That was my go-to pick up line, considering that I am the Patrick Kane. She smiled, oh yeah she is totally interested, “Krista,” She fluttered her eyes at me. “You wanna get out of here?” I smirked. She nodded, and back to the hotel room we went.
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I was laying down on my bed in the hotel room, alone. But I still had that huge headache I knew I was going to get. I sat up with the sheets tangled around my lower body, the light hitting me straight through the blinds. I rubbed my face getting up and getting a cup of coffee. I was currently rooming by myself because Tazer didn’t want to be with me anymore because of my condition. “What happened last night?” I said taking a sip of my hot coffee. I wiped my face again.
Our lips were fully attached when we reached the door. I threw her roughly onto the bed and we started going at it. There was some kissing, some nibbling, some tugging, some grinding, and some other stuff too. We sped up and I heard a moan come out of her loudly into my ear. I was getting close, closer, closer, and closer and then, “Fuck! Natalie!” “What did you just call me?” I had never done that before. I had never called anyone anything but their name. I didn’t know what to do. I had never prepared for moments like these. “Alright the, I guess I’m leaving.” She got up right away, grabbed her clothes and she was gone.
Oh yeah, that’s what happened. That’s when I realized that I seriously had a problem with her. I needed to get my life back together so I can get her back with me. Well, that will take some getting used to. I started once we got back to Chicago. I removed all of the alcohol from the liquor cabinet. That was step one, then I went and apologized to Jonathan for being such a jerk to him for the past five months, and asked for his help. He gladly helped me, “Alright man, first we have to make your hair more of a young adult cut rather than a teenager.” I sighed, but I knew it was for the best.
Natalie Vaughn, get ready because you are going to fall in love
with the new and improved Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.
‹ Chapter 13
Notes
Hey! Here's the ending! The sequel will be posting soon(:Thanks for reading!
