Patrick Kane and Me
September 21st 2010: Thanks Mom
I walked hand in hand with Pat through the airport getting quick looks from fans I presume. I never thought that my dream would actually come true. All those 11:11 and birthday wishes finally came true. My best friend, Patrick Kane is actually mine, and nobody can ruin this for me right now.
I stared out the window. Watching each fluffy white cloud go by, occasionally wishes that I could sleep on one of them, which was always a childhood dream of mine. I would always come up with a silly story about clouds. I would make a pretend castle on the top of one of the clouds where Pat and I would live when I would grow up. Even when I was little I dreamed about him, you could have said it was love at first sight.
Even though I only saw my parents for about a day I was still happy I did. I hadn’t seen them since I left to follow Patrick ‘till the end of the earth, and my dad wasn’t too excited about that. We actually got into a huge argument about it before I left. But my mom finally convinced him to let me go. I never found out how she did it until yesterday.
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“Natalie, darling, can you come here for a second?” My mom called to my room. I walked in with her sitting on her my flipping through a scrapbook. “Whatcha got there Mom?” She smiled and flipped to the front cover. “You don’t remember this?” It read ‘Kane and Vaughn’ in big red font. I laughed, “No? Where did it come from?” She turned it towards me, “Then I guess you don’t remember when Donna would come over and we’d gossip. Well I guess you wouldn’t because you’d be too busy with Patrick.”
“Oh I definitely remember that though Mom.”
She laughed, “Well, one day we decided we’d create a scrapbook of everything you did together. You know, we always thought you would be together in the end. We would talk about what your grandchildren would look like, Christmases, and holidays.” She started off into space remembering the moments her and Donna used to share when Pat and I would hang out. “You know, we both decided that you two would end up together.”
“Anyway, the reason I called you up here was to ask you if you remember when you told us that you wanted to go to London with Pat.” I nodded my head, “And your father didn’t think that was a good idea?” I nodded my head again. “Well the only way I could convince him was telling him that he was following his dreams to be a professional hockey player, while our daughter wanted to follow her dreams too, except her dream was to marry that hockey player.” My face turned a crimson red. “Admit it Nat, you’ve never had a dream to do something other than that.”
I didn’t say anything, but I smiled looking back at the scrapbook, seeing our prom pictures, the night I was supposed to have a fairy tale moment on the dance floor ended up being a cold night outside. “Well, we’re not going to be together now.” She rolled her eyes, “What?” I asked her, “Natalie Anne, come on its Patrick Kane! Mothers are always right and trust me, you’ll be back together. Just wait he’ll come home to Buffalo and ask for your forgiveness.”
That was the last thing she said before she left my room. I sat there for a couple seconds before going to my closet. You might think it’s creepy but I made a scrapbook of the both of us too, except mine had more hearts, and more mushy lovey dovey stuff. Yeah, I guess that’s creepy but at the time I didn’t care.
It’s true. My mom was right; my only dream was to marry that blonde haired boy next-door. I never had a dream to be a celebrity or be a teacher. I never had a dream to have a unicorn, and I only wanted a huge house and a family if my husband would be Pat. I took both of the scrapbooks and hid them in one of my suitcases.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
On the plane I remembered I put the books in my carry on. “Pat,” I whispered to him, “Pat, wake up I wanna show you something.” His blue eyes fluttered open. “Yeah babe?” I went into my carry on and pulled out the first book, the one our parents made. He laughed, “What the hell is this?” I flipped open the book to a bunch of pictures when we were little. “My mom showed me this yesterday. Apparently, both our moms made it when we would play upstairs in my room or something.” He mouthed the word wow, “I can’t believe they made this.”
He took the book on his lap and started flipping through the pages. Laughing at some of the pictures we had been in. Looking through this book I wondered whether I should show him mine. Would he think I was a freak? A weirdo? A Loser? A complete psychopath? Come on Nat, just do it, he’ll love it. I said to myself. “Now you wanna see the one I made?” I finally blurted out. He shrugged his shoulders as I brought out my book. His eyes went wide. “Yeah I did this when I was 12. I’m sorry, it’s probably a little creepy.” I said trying to hide the embarrassment on my cheeks.
“Nat I think it’s adorable.” He said kissing the top of my head. “Really? You don’t think it’s too weird?” he shook his head. The rest of the plane ride seemed short. We looked through both of the books at least three times.
All i have to say is
Thanks Mom.
I stared out the window. Watching each fluffy white cloud go by, occasionally wishes that I could sleep on one of them, which was always a childhood dream of mine. I would always come up with a silly story about clouds. I would make a pretend castle on the top of one of the clouds where Pat and I would live when I would grow up. Even when I was little I dreamed about him, you could have said it was love at first sight.
Even though I only saw my parents for about a day I was still happy I did. I hadn’t seen them since I left to follow Patrick ‘till the end of the earth, and my dad wasn’t too excited about that. We actually got into a huge argument about it before I left. But my mom finally convinced him to let me go. I never found out how she did it until yesterday.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
“Natalie, darling, can you come here for a second?” My mom called to my room. I walked in with her sitting on her my flipping through a scrapbook. “Whatcha got there Mom?” She smiled and flipped to the front cover. “You don’t remember this?” It read ‘Kane and Vaughn’ in big red font. I laughed, “No? Where did it come from?” She turned it towards me, “Then I guess you don’t remember when Donna would come over and we’d gossip. Well I guess you wouldn’t because you’d be too busy with Patrick.”
“Oh I definitely remember that though Mom.”
She laughed, “Well, one day we decided we’d create a scrapbook of everything you did together. You know, we always thought you would be together in the end. We would talk about what your grandchildren would look like, Christmases, and holidays.” She started off into space remembering the moments her and Donna used to share when Pat and I would hang out. “You know, we both decided that you two would end up together.”
“Anyway, the reason I called you up here was to ask you if you remember when you told us that you wanted to go to London with Pat.” I nodded my head, “And your father didn’t think that was a good idea?” I nodded my head again. “Well the only way I could convince him was telling him that he was following his dreams to be a professional hockey player, while our daughter wanted to follow her dreams too, except her dream was to marry that hockey player.” My face turned a crimson red. “Admit it Nat, you’ve never had a dream to do something other than that.”
I didn’t say anything, but I smiled looking back at the scrapbook, seeing our prom pictures, the night I was supposed to have a fairy tale moment on the dance floor ended up being a cold night outside. “Well, we’re not going to be together now.” She rolled her eyes, “What?” I asked her, “Natalie Anne, come on its Patrick Kane! Mothers are always right and trust me, you’ll be back together. Just wait he’ll come home to Buffalo and ask for your forgiveness.”
That was the last thing she said before she left my room. I sat there for a couple seconds before going to my closet. You might think it’s creepy but I made a scrapbook of the both of us too, except mine had more hearts, and more mushy lovey dovey stuff. Yeah, I guess that’s creepy but at the time I didn’t care.
It’s true. My mom was right; my only dream was to marry that blonde haired boy next-door. I never had a dream to be a celebrity or be a teacher. I never had a dream to have a unicorn, and I only wanted a huge house and a family if my husband would be Pat. I took both of the scrapbooks and hid them in one of my suitcases.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
On the plane I remembered I put the books in my carry on. “Pat,” I whispered to him, “Pat, wake up I wanna show you something.” His blue eyes fluttered open. “Yeah babe?” I went into my carry on and pulled out the first book, the one our parents made. He laughed, “What the hell is this?” I flipped open the book to a bunch of pictures when we were little. “My mom showed me this yesterday. Apparently, both our moms made it when we would play upstairs in my room or something.” He mouthed the word wow, “I can’t believe they made this.”
He took the book on his lap and started flipping through the pages. Laughing at some of the pictures we had been in. Looking through this book I wondered whether I should show him mine. Would he think I was a freak? A weirdo? A Loser? A complete psychopath? Come on Nat, just do it, he’ll love it. I said to myself. “Now you wanna see the one I made?” I finally blurted out. He shrugged his shoulders as I brought out my book. His eyes went wide. “Yeah I did this when I was 12. I’m sorry, it’s probably a little creepy.” I said trying to hide the embarrassment on my cheeks.
“Nat I think it’s adorable.” He said kissing the top of my head. “Really? You don’t think it’s too weird?” he shook his head. The rest of the plane ride seemed short. We looked through both of the books at least three times.
All i have to say is
Thanks Mom.
