Patrick Kane and Me
June 19th 2010: Stanley Cup Champions Party
After the celebration on the plane we all got off in the rainbow of sprinklers, finally being greeted by the Chicago air. Jon made his way out of the plane with his duffel bag on draped
around him and the Stanley Cup firmly in his grasp.
I really don’t know how everyone was still so wide awake. Yes, they did win the Stanley Cup but I mean can’t they calm down for just one night? Pat was awake still but he’s a night owl of course he’s awake but people like John Madden who won his fricken third Stanley cup, come on John be an old guy and go to sleep!
“Hey Nat so you wanna hit the bars with the guys and me?” Pat asked once everyone unloaded the plane. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go home get some sleep ‘because I really didn’t get any on the plane.” His eyes went wide, “You were seriously trying to sleep on the plane? Wow Nat way to be a party pooper.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Seriously Pat, I’d rather go home I’ll catch up on the fun at the team party, okay?”
He took a deep breath, “Okay fine, but you better not get Captain Serious on me from all this non-partying lately.”
“Trust me Pat, hanging out around you I could never lose my party side.”
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Last night I heard Pat stumble in at around 4 in the morning. Not bad for going on a bar-spree. He normally shows up around 6 and sleeps till 2, but I guess he must’ve behaved himself well enough that he didn’t get as drunk as usual. Nah, that’s not even possible.
I woke up that morning and did my normal routine. Wash my face, brush my teeth, blah, blah, blah that boring stuff. I put my hair up in a messy bun which complimented my tank and boxer short pajamas quite nicely. I walked out of my room and saw a figure sleeping on the couch. I crept closer just to see who it was.
Once I saw the dark hair I knew it was Jon, he usually stays over a lot; during break ups and heart breaks and fights and drunken nights or even just because. “Way to be a good host to your guest Pat, making him sleep on the couch.” I quietly said to myself before walking into the kitchen to make breakfast.
I finished making the boys favorite when Jon’s over, my Dad’s French toast Sunday meal, which includes the obvious plus sausage, bacon, toast, scrambled eggs, and hash browns. I put all the food in the oven to keep it warm for when the boys decided to wake up.
But of course the sound of when my oven opens and closes wakes Jon up, it always does but I don’t think he cares. “Morning,” he said with a smile. “Morning,” I answered back, “So how was the bar hopping?” I said grabbing a glass of water and Advil out of the medicine cabinet. “Tiring, hey thanks for letting me crash here, didn’t feel like going back to my place drunk, with Hannah on the verge of leaving me.”
“Oh I’m sorry, and it’s never a problem, what’s going on now with you two?” He threw the pills in his mouth and took a big gulp of water, “She thinks I’m an alcoholic.” With that comment I couldn’t help but crack up, “Seriously? She thinks you’re an alcoholic? She needs to spend a couple nights with Pat. Then she will realize that you are far from it Jon.”
“Exactly.”
Pat stumbled out soon after, “What’s with all the laughter? I mean can we turn down the volume just a little bit? Jesus Christ.”
“Well aren’t you a big ball of fucking sunshine this morning.” Jon said teasing his teammate a little bit. “Whatever Tazer, just get me some damn Advil.” He said sitting down at the
table. “Way ahead of you.” I said giving him 2 big blue pills.
We had a nice breakfast the guys eating all of the food given to them, “Wow you guys eat a lot. I made enough food for 5 people and you finish it off with clean plates!”
“Hey you helped!” Jon chipped in, “Yeah I had one plates worth, you had 3.” I started washing the dishes when I heard Jon say, “So did you ask her yet?” His booming Canadian voice made it almost impossible for him to whisper. “No, not yet,” Pat trailed off, “Well why don’t you now?” I continued washing the dishes, “Man you guys suck at whispering, now what do you want to ask me Pat?”
“I already know that you’re going but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the team celebration party.”
“I thought I was going with you in the first place Pat. But yes I will go with you; I mean someone has to be your designated driver for the night.”
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I wonder if they planned this, but today is June 19th and it’s the team party. I ended up picking Pat’s suit out so it would match my dress. It was a nice black cocktail strapless dress that had a simple red ribbon at my waist line and I wore my red sandals to go with them. So I just had Pat wear a nice red and black tie. Easy.
“Nat are you ready yet? Come on I’ve been waiting out here for like 3 hours!” He whined. “Pat, I had to dress both you and myself, all you had to do was get dressed in what I put on your bed so shut up!” I yelled at him from in my room. “But still! You have to do your hair and your make up, wow girls have self esteem issues.”
Then I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my purse, “Well guys are asses so there ya go.” His eyes went wide, which is what they were supposed to do as I walked out the door with a smile on my face. “Wow,” I heard him say under his breath, for some reason I think this night is going to be amazing.
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We walked into the Harris Club and the host gave us a smile, “Oh Mr. Kane, and you must be Ms. Vaughn your table is right this way.” The overly happy host showed us to a table that contained Jonathan Toews, Troy and Carmen Brouwer, Duncan Keith and his girlfriend, Brent Seabrook and his girlfriend, and Patrick Sharp and his fiancé.
“Hey Kaner! Welcome to the party kid!” Patrick Sharp said standing up and welcoming him with a handshake. “And look at you Nat, way to show up in something different than a jersey.” I rolled my eyes, “Yes it was tough but I managed to find a dress with all the colors my jersey has.”
The party was going great. There was nice music, great people, fun awards, movies of the season, and even a slideshow of some pictures that were taken during the playoffs. Quenville gave a speech and dinner was served. “Hey Tazer, we all were wondering,” Pat trailed off, “Where is the lovely Hannah?” His smile turned to a small frown, “She broke up with me over stupid reasons that’s all.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Well don’t worry Toews there’s lots of girls out there and I betcha that some of them are even at this party.” I rolled my eyes at Pat’s comment, just because I know it was directed towards me.
Pat told me last season that once when the guys went and partied a little too much and Tazer got drunk. Then he proceeded to tell everyone within speaking range that he had a crush on me. I shook it off thinking it was just a puppy love type of thing but no. It’s not. He still likes me. I think that’s one of the reasons why his girlfriend broke up with him, because
he was spending so much time with me.
“Yeah Pat, you’re right. I mean the right girl is probably lonely as hell and maybe by the end of the night we’ll end up on the dance floor together, then we’ll live happily ever after.” The guys burst out laughing, “Uh Tazer? How many drinks have you had? I mean what’s with the gay romantic shit you’re pulling right now?”
“I’ve had 3 and ½ thank you very much and I guess I’m still working on getting over Hannah…” He said trailing off. “Come on Tazer this is supposed to be a happy time! We fucking won the cup; screw Hannah your way too good for her anyway.” Jon took a swig of his drink and shrugged his shoulders.
“Alright Jon I’m done with you being depressed let’s go find you a girl, and it can’t be that hard I mean look at us, we are fucking Stanley Cup Champions for God’s sake! Oh and just one tip, make sure the girl you’re hitting on isn’t related to any of our coaches,” Pat trailed off, “Made that mistake rookie year.”
I sat and talked with the girlfriends and the wives of the group while Pat was helping Jon
out. “Come on Nat, just give him a chance! Maybe just dance with him. It would help boost his confidence a little.” I sighed a bit, “Come on his confidence? I think Hannah’s probably kicked all the confidence out of his ass from how whipped he’s been.” Patrick Sharp decided to butt into the conversation, “But seriously Nat have you seen how many times he’s looked over here in the past 5 minutes?” I rolled my eyes, “Fine I’ll go out there and dance but it can’t just seem random, I don’t do random.”
I scanned the dance floor and looked to find Pat and his newly cut hair. I forced him to cut it after the parade and such because I couldn’t stand to see him every day with that thing, even his sisters hated it! Patrick was talking to Jon on the dance floor trying to scope out some girls most likely, he was pointing in random directions and Jon kept shaking his head. Suddenly Jon left towards the bar and Pat came back towards us.
“Welcome back peek-a-boo, Natalie Vaughn has finally agreed to our plan.” My mouth dropped open, “You two have been planning this!” They looked at me and then back at each other, “Yeah, pretty much.” I shook my head, “You guys have got to be kidding—,” Patrick interrupted me, “Blah, blah, blah who cares,” He trailed off, “here’s the plan, Nat during a slow song I’m gonna ask you to dance, as friends then Sharpie is gonna go over to the bar by Mr. Mopes-a lot and is gonna get Jon to come over to ask you to dance then tah-dah! Captain Serious has got his guyish charm back.”
“You really think this is gonna work?” I said crossing my arms over my chest, “Yeah just act like you are really into me got it?” I nodded my head and Carmen went over and asked the DJ to put a slow song on, he nodded his head and we waited for the song to be over and the plan begun.
My favorite song Anywhere but Here by Safety Suit came on the loud speakers. I rolled my eyes, “Of course you would Carmen,” She smiled with a shrug of her shoulders as Pat grabbed my hand, “Shall we?” He took me to the side closest to the bar and pulled me in close to him. Then I thought to myself, ‘I would give up anything if he wasn’t acting.’ He would whisper in my ear that he thought I looked beautiful instead of whispering, “Oh there goes Sharpie here it comes.” ‘Come on just last a little bit longer.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and soaked in air plus his cologne.
Then it was ruined.
“Hey Kaner,” Pat instantly pulled apart from me, “Do you mind if I cut in?” Jon said not taking his eyes off me. “Go for it man,” he said with a wink. Jon put his hands on my waist and pulled me in. Then he whispered in my ear, “You look beautiful tonight Nat,” Then my heart skipped a beat and I blushed, “thank you Jon, you look very handsome tonight too, as always.” I honestly said because it was true he always looked clean cut other than the playoffs, dressed nice, and to think about it he’s a lot classier than Patrick is by a long shot. Wait. Am I falling for Jon? No, of course not this is just a dance right?
The song ended and he kissed me on the cheek, then I thanked him for the dance. “So do you wanna get out of here?” He asked me in his deep Canadian voice. Oh who am I kidding I’m falling for Jonathan Toews! “Sure. Let me get my purse I’ll meet you outside.” He nodded as I got looks from the table I was walking towards. I grabbed my purse, “Why are you all staring at me?” There were smiles all around the table, “Nat and Tazer leaving the party….together.” Pat said with a wink. “Shut up.” The girls mouths went wide, “Aw Nat you’re blushing!” I crossed my arms, “Psh, no I’m not.” I said walking towards the door.
Then what do you know it leaning up against his Tahoe was Mr. Toews. “Aw aren’t you sweet, not making me walk in my heals.” I said with a smile as he opened the door on my side for me, “A gentleman too? How refreshing,” I got a chuckle out of him there, “I can imagine.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.
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He brought me back to his apartment that I had been countless of times. But this time it was different. I was just with him, no Pat, just him and me. “So uh you wanna watch a movie?” He asked me a little awkwardly. I looked around the room and noticed things I’ve never noticed before. “You play guitar?” I answered with another question, “Uh, yeah you play?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah I guess, I’m an obsessive Taylor Swift junkie so I taught myself to play some of her songs.”
His eyes went wide, “Really? I didn’t know you played, would you mind giving me a little piece?” I nodded my head, “Okay give me a sec got to change some of the words. Ahem here goes…”
“I don’t think it ever crossed his mind he tells a joke, I fake a smile, that I know all his favorite songs, and I could tell you his favorite colors red, he plays pro hockey, born on the 29th, his brother’s handsome, he has his father’s eyes and if you asked me if I love him… I’d lie.”
I got some applause, “Wow the guy you were singing about, him and me have a lot in common.” He winked. “Ha ha yeah you guys would probably get along great.” I said with a smile. Then there was an awkward silence, something that never happened when we were around everyone else, but now that we’re alone its just weird. “So uh, you wanna watch a movie?” It was like 2am and I really didn’t care to watch a movie all I wanted to do was go to sleep, “Yeah sure what movie do you wanna watch?” Yeah I’ll just sleep during the movie.
“Um let’s see, I’ve got like every horror movie known to man, some Canadian movies, comedies, uh like two of those romance movies, and some good based on true story ones.” He said staring blankly into the cabinet. “Um I don’t care you pick one.” That was the truth too, I was going to fall asleep during it anyway so who cares. He got up with a movie in his hands and threw it in the DVD player. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked as he sat next to me on the couch. “One of my favorites, it’s called Pursuit of Happyness with Will Smith and a mustache.” He said with a smile, I giggled a bit, “A mustache?”
“Yeah this is one of the only movies where he has a mustache!” I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess I never really noticed that before.” His mouth opened, “How could you not notice his mustache! It’s fucking awesome!”
“Well then, there is no need for language…” I trailed off, “Anyway do you have any large t-shirts and or sweatpants I could borrow?” He nodded his head and I followed him into his bedroom where he proceeded to get me a Blackhawks t-shirt and some basketball shorts. “Thank you Mr. Toews,” “Well you’re welcome Miss Vaughn.” We went back to the living room and watched the movie even though 10 minutes into it I fell asleep on his shoulder.
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The next morning I woke up in his bedroom tucked in with sunshine coming through the cracks of the blinds. I threw my bed head hair up into a messy pony tail and walked outside to Jon sleeping on the couch, the Persuit of Happyness title screen playing over and over. I turned that off and made some breakfast just the basic eggs and bacon since he barely had any food except some fruit, eggs, bacon, and some cereal. He woke up and we ate breakfast, a nice easy morning after a fun night.
You know, maybe falling in love with Jonathan Toews wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
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around him and the Stanley Cup firmly in his grasp.
I really don’t know how everyone was still so wide awake. Yes, they did win the Stanley Cup but I mean can’t they calm down for just one night? Pat was awake still but he’s a night owl of course he’s awake but people like John Madden who won his fricken third Stanley cup, come on John be an old guy and go to sleep!
“Hey Nat so you wanna hit the bars with the guys and me?” Pat asked once everyone unloaded the plane. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go home get some sleep ‘because I really didn’t get any on the plane.” His eyes went wide, “You were seriously trying to sleep on the plane? Wow Nat way to be a party pooper.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Seriously Pat, I’d rather go home I’ll catch up on the fun at the team party, okay?”
He took a deep breath, “Okay fine, but you better not get Captain Serious on me from all this non-partying lately.”
“Trust me Pat, hanging out around you I could never lose my party side.”
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Last night I heard Pat stumble in at around 4 in the morning. Not bad for going on a bar-spree. He normally shows up around 6 and sleeps till 2, but I guess he must’ve behaved himself well enough that he didn’t get as drunk as usual. Nah, that’s not even possible.
I woke up that morning and did my normal routine. Wash my face, brush my teeth, blah, blah, blah that boring stuff. I put my hair up in a messy bun which complimented my tank and boxer short pajamas quite nicely. I walked out of my room and saw a figure sleeping on the couch. I crept closer just to see who it was.
Once I saw the dark hair I knew it was Jon, he usually stays over a lot; during break ups and heart breaks and fights and drunken nights or even just because. “Way to be a good host to your guest Pat, making him sleep on the couch.” I quietly said to myself before walking into the kitchen to make breakfast.
I finished making the boys favorite when Jon’s over, my Dad’s French toast Sunday meal, which includes the obvious plus sausage, bacon, toast, scrambled eggs, and hash browns. I put all the food in the oven to keep it warm for when the boys decided to wake up.
But of course the sound of when my oven opens and closes wakes Jon up, it always does but I don’t think he cares. “Morning,” he said with a smile. “Morning,” I answered back, “So how was the bar hopping?” I said grabbing a glass of water and Advil out of the medicine cabinet. “Tiring, hey thanks for letting me crash here, didn’t feel like going back to my place drunk, with Hannah on the verge of leaving me.”
“Oh I’m sorry, and it’s never a problem, what’s going on now with you two?” He threw the pills in his mouth and took a big gulp of water, “She thinks I’m an alcoholic.” With that comment I couldn’t help but crack up, “Seriously? She thinks you’re an alcoholic? She needs to spend a couple nights with Pat. Then she will realize that you are far from it Jon.”
“Exactly.”
Pat stumbled out soon after, “What’s with all the laughter? I mean can we turn down the volume just a little bit? Jesus Christ.”
“Well aren’t you a big ball of fucking sunshine this morning.” Jon said teasing his teammate a little bit. “Whatever Tazer, just get me some damn Advil.” He said sitting down at the
table. “Way ahead of you.” I said giving him 2 big blue pills.
We had a nice breakfast the guys eating all of the food given to them, “Wow you guys eat a lot. I made enough food for 5 people and you finish it off with clean plates!”
“Hey you helped!” Jon chipped in, “Yeah I had one plates worth, you had 3.” I started washing the dishes when I heard Jon say, “So did you ask her yet?” His booming Canadian voice made it almost impossible for him to whisper. “No, not yet,” Pat trailed off, “Well why don’t you now?” I continued washing the dishes, “Man you guys suck at whispering, now what do you want to ask me Pat?”
“I already know that you’re going but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the team celebration party.”
“I thought I was going with you in the first place Pat. But yes I will go with you; I mean someone has to be your designated driver for the night.”
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I wonder if they planned this, but today is June 19th and it’s the team party. I ended up picking Pat’s suit out so it would match my dress. It was a nice black cocktail strapless dress that had a simple red ribbon at my waist line and I wore my red sandals to go with them. So I just had Pat wear a nice red and black tie. Easy.
“Nat are you ready yet? Come on I’ve been waiting out here for like 3 hours!” He whined. “Pat, I had to dress both you and myself, all you had to do was get dressed in what I put on your bed so shut up!” I yelled at him from in my room. “But still! You have to do your hair and your make up, wow girls have self esteem issues.”
Then I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my purse, “Well guys are asses so there ya go.” His eyes went wide, which is what they were supposed to do as I walked out the door with a smile on my face. “Wow,” I heard him say under his breath, for some reason I think this night is going to be amazing.
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We walked into the Harris Club and the host gave us a smile, “Oh Mr. Kane, and you must be Ms. Vaughn your table is right this way.” The overly happy host showed us to a table that contained Jonathan Toews, Troy and Carmen Brouwer, Duncan Keith and his girlfriend, Brent Seabrook and his girlfriend, and Patrick Sharp and his fiancé.
“Hey Kaner! Welcome to the party kid!” Patrick Sharp said standing up and welcoming him with a handshake. “And look at you Nat, way to show up in something different than a jersey.” I rolled my eyes, “Yes it was tough but I managed to find a dress with all the colors my jersey has.”
The party was going great. There was nice music, great people, fun awards, movies of the season, and even a slideshow of some pictures that were taken during the playoffs. Quenville gave a speech and dinner was served. “Hey Tazer, we all were wondering,” Pat trailed off, “Where is the lovely Hannah?” His smile turned to a small frown, “She broke up with me over stupid reasons that’s all.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Well don’t worry Toews there’s lots of girls out there and I betcha that some of them are even at this party.” I rolled my eyes at Pat’s comment, just because I know it was directed towards me.
Pat told me last season that once when the guys went and partied a little too much and Tazer got drunk. Then he proceeded to tell everyone within speaking range that he had a crush on me. I shook it off thinking it was just a puppy love type of thing but no. It’s not. He still likes me. I think that’s one of the reasons why his girlfriend broke up with him, because
he was spending so much time with me.
“Yeah Pat, you’re right. I mean the right girl is probably lonely as hell and maybe by the end of the night we’ll end up on the dance floor together, then we’ll live happily ever after.” The guys burst out laughing, “Uh Tazer? How many drinks have you had? I mean what’s with the gay romantic shit you’re pulling right now?”
“I’ve had 3 and ½ thank you very much and I guess I’m still working on getting over Hannah…” He said trailing off. “Come on Tazer this is supposed to be a happy time! We fucking won the cup; screw Hannah your way too good for her anyway.” Jon took a swig of his drink and shrugged his shoulders.
“Alright Jon I’m done with you being depressed let’s go find you a girl, and it can’t be that hard I mean look at us, we are fucking Stanley Cup Champions for God’s sake! Oh and just one tip, make sure the girl you’re hitting on isn’t related to any of our coaches,” Pat trailed off, “Made that mistake rookie year.”
I sat and talked with the girlfriends and the wives of the group while Pat was helping Jon
out. “Come on Nat, just give him a chance! Maybe just dance with him. It would help boost his confidence a little.” I sighed a bit, “Come on his confidence? I think Hannah’s probably kicked all the confidence out of his ass from how whipped he’s been.” Patrick Sharp decided to butt into the conversation, “But seriously Nat have you seen how many times he’s looked over here in the past 5 minutes?” I rolled my eyes, “Fine I’ll go out there and dance but it can’t just seem random, I don’t do random.”
I scanned the dance floor and looked to find Pat and his newly cut hair. I forced him to cut it after the parade and such because I couldn’t stand to see him every day with that thing, even his sisters hated it! Patrick was talking to Jon on the dance floor trying to scope out some girls most likely, he was pointing in random directions and Jon kept shaking his head. Suddenly Jon left towards the bar and Pat came back towards us.
“Welcome back peek-a-boo, Natalie Vaughn has finally agreed to our plan.” My mouth dropped open, “You two have been planning this!” They looked at me and then back at each other, “Yeah, pretty much.” I shook my head, “You guys have got to be kidding—,” Patrick interrupted me, “Blah, blah, blah who cares,” He trailed off, “here’s the plan, Nat during a slow song I’m gonna ask you to dance, as friends then Sharpie is gonna go over to the bar by Mr. Mopes-a lot and is gonna get Jon to come over to ask you to dance then tah-dah! Captain Serious has got his guyish charm back.”
“You really think this is gonna work?” I said crossing my arms over my chest, “Yeah just act like you are really into me got it?” I nodded my head and Carmen went over and asked the DJ to put a slow song on, he nodded his head and we waited for the song to be over and the plan begun.
My favorite song Anywhere but Here by Safety Suit came on the loud speakers. I rolled my eyes, “Of course you would Carmen,” She smiled with a shrug of her shoulders as Pat grabbed my hand, “Shall we?” He took me to the side closest to the bar and pulled me in close to him. Then I thought to myself, ‘I would give up anything if he wasn’t acting.’ He would whisper in my ear that he thought I looked beautiful instead of whispering, “Oh there goes Sharpie here it comes.” ‘Come on just last a little bit longer.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and soaked in air plus his cologne.
Then it was ruined.
“Hey Kaner,” Pat instantly pulled apart from me, “Do you mind if I cut in?” Jon said not taking his eyes off me. “Go for it man,” he said with a wink. Jon put his hands on my waist and pulled me in. Then he whispered in my ear, “You look beautiful tonight Nat,” Then my heart skipped a beat and I blushed, “thank you Jon, you look very handsome tonight too, as always.” I honestly said because it was true he always looked clean cut other than the playoffs, dressed nice, and to think about it he’s a lot classier than Patrick is by a long shot. Wait. Am I falling for Jon? No, of course not this is just a dance right?
The song ended and he kissed me on the cheek, then I thanked him for the dance. “So do you wanna get out of here?” He asked me in his deep Canadian voice. Oh who am I kidding I’m falling for Jonathan Toews! “Sure. Let me get my purse I’ll meet you outside.” He nodded as I got looks from the table I was walking towards. I grabbed my purse, “Why are you all staring at me?” There were smiles all around the table, “Nat and Tazer leaving the party….together.” Pat said with a wink. “Shut up.” The girls mouths went wide, “Aw Nat you’re blushing!” I crossed my arms, “Psh, no I’m not.” I said walking towards the door.
Then what do you know it leaning up against his Tahoe was Mr. Toews. “Aw aren’t you sweet, not making me walk in my heals.” I said with a smile as he opened the door on my side for me, “A gentleman too? How refreshing,” I got a chuckle out of him there, “I can imagine.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.
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He brought me back to his apartment that I had been countless of times. But this time it was different. I was just with him, no Pat, just him and me. “So uh you wanna watch a movie?” He asked me a little awkwardly. I looked around the room and noticed things I’ve never noticed before. “You play guitar?” I answered with another question, “Uh, yeah you play?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah I guess, I’m an obsessive Taylor Swift junkie so I taught myself to play some of her songs.”
His eyes went wide, “Really? I didn’t know you played, would you mind giving me a little piece?” I nodded my head, “Okay give me a sec got to change some of the words. Ahem here goes…”
“I don’t think it ever crossed his mind he tells a joke, I fake a smile, that I know all his favorite songs, and I could tell you his favorite colors red, he plays pro hockey, born on the 29th, his brother’s handsome, he has his father’s eyes and if you asked me if I love him… I’d lie.”
I got some applause, “Wow the guy you were singing about, him and me have a lot in common.” He winked. “Ha ha yeah you guys would probably get along great.” I said with a smile. Then there was an awkward silence, something that never happened when we were around everyone else, but now that we’re alone its just weird. “So uh, you wanna watch a movie?” It was like 2am and I really didn’t care to watch a movie all I wanted to do was go to sleep, “Yeah sure what movie do you wanna watch?” Yeah I’ll just sleep during the movie.
“Um let’s see, I’ve got like every horror movie known to man, some Canadian movies, comedies, uh like two of those romance movies, and some good based on true story ones.” He said staring blankly into the cabinet. “Um I don’t care you pick one.” That was the truth too, I was going to fall asleep during it anyway so who cares. He got up with a movie in his hands and threw it in the DVD player. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked as he sat next to me on the couch. “One of my favorites, it’s called Pursuit of Happyness with Will Smith and a mustache.” He said with a smile, I giggled a bit, “A mustache?”
“Yeah this is one of the only movies where he has a mustache!” I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess I never really noticed that before.” His mouth opened, “How could you not notice his mustache! It’s fucking awesome!”
“Well then, there is no need for language…” I trailed off, “Anyway do you have any large t-shirts and or sweatpants I could borrow?” He nodded his head and I followed him into his bedroom where he proceeded to get me a Blackhawks t-shirt and some basketball shorts. “Thank you Mr. Toews,” “Well you’re welcome Miss Vaughn.” We went back to the living room and watched the movie even though 10 minutes into it I fell asleep on his shoulder.
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The next morning I woke up in his bedroom tucked in with sunshine coming through the cracks of the blinds. I threw my bed head hair up into a messy pony tail and walked outside to Jon sleeping on the couch, the Persuit of Happyness title screen playing over and over. I turned that off and made some breakfast just the basic eggs and bacon since he barely had any food except some fruit, eggs, bacon, and some cereal. He woke up and we ate breakfast, a nice easy morning after a fun night.
You know, maybe falling in love with Jonathan Toews wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
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