Patrick Kane and Me
September 21st 2010: Just Friends
The drive home from the airport was quiet. But it wasn’t awkward it was a nice quiet. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was laced together with mine occasionally caressing my fingers with his thumb. It was nice but all I could think about was what happened with Jonathan. I really didn’t want to bring it up with Pat just because this was so nice, just the two of us.
But I couldn’t help it, “Hey Pat,” He looked over at me for a second and back at the road, “Hm?” I looked out the window, “What happened with Jonathan after he read the note I left?” He hesitated for a second, “Well, he didn’t say anything and when I told him we needed to go to the airport to go get you and just walked out the door. I mean I didn’t go after him since I thought the airport was where he was going to anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, so have you talked to him since?” I looked at him with my blue eyes, “Nope, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t talk to me if I tried. He’s probably mad as fuck at me for stealing his girlfriend.” Oh yeah shit, I was his girlfriend before I left.
I really should go talk to him. He deserves more than a stupid letter. “Hey can you drop me off at Jon’s house. I think I should really talk to him about what happened.” He nodded his
head and went and turned towards Jon’s apartment complex.
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I went and took a deep breath before knocking on his door. Once he opened it, I instantly smelled the alcohol that he must have had that night, or maybe that morning. “Hey Jon, can I come in.” I said with a weak smile. “Oh, it’s you, sure why not. That would make my day.” Wow thanks for the sarcasm Jon. I went and sat down on the couch as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Once he came back I realized what I turned him into. He was becoming what Hannah claimed he was, and alcoholic.
He had newly developed beard, except this time it wasn’t for playoffs, it was for being lazy. He had bags under his eyes and his nice clean cut hair was now a mess of strands everywhere. He was wearing a messy white tank top and sweatpants something you rarely see Mr. Toews in. I looked around the room where there was trash everywhere. Beer cans were piled up to the kitchen counter with a trail of them leading to his bedroom. Something is definitely wrong and I think it’s my fault.
“Okay so about that let—,”
“Save it Nat,” He interrupted me, “I get it you like Patrick more than you like me I understand. You don’t have to say anything.” I looked down at my lap, “Jon please just let me expl—,”
“Why Nat? Why should I have you tell me everything I already know? I love Patrick Kane, he’s my, everything and you were just some fling for me until he realized that he loved me back.” He said giving an impression of me. I have to admit, he hit that nail right on the head. It was true, Patrick Kane was my, everything and Jon would never give me that same feeling Pat does. “Listen Jon, I feel really bad about this. I didn’t mean to hurt you when I dated you, and yes I was a bitch that just left you a note and ran off to Buffalo.”
Tears started rolling down my cheeks, “But don’t give me this bull shit saying I didn’t care about you, because I did. To tell you the truth I had never been in a real fucking relationship before you okay? Yes, I had my crush relationships but I never had that one real one that I sincerely cared about, like ours.” He didn’t say anything; he just sat there dumbfounded on what I had just said to him. Everything I said I’d never really talked about with anyone except him. “Now if you excuse me I’ve gotten everything of my chest I’m going to go now.” I started to head for the door stepping over the crushed up cans.
“Nat wait. I should be the one that’s sorry. I overreacted to all of this. I understand how hard it is to please everyone and you always end up hurting someone no matter what you do. Hell I go through that on a regular basis.” A small smirk came to his face. I went back over to him and gave him a hug and held on to him, “I really don’t want to lose you Jon, I love having you as a friend.”
He sighed at the word ‘friend’ I know he didn’t like that word especially when dealing with me but I’m hoping he’ll get over it. “I love you too Nat, thanks for coming and talking to me.”
I left that apartment with the peace made. I was officially with Pat, and Jon and I were okay again. Now I had a mission. It was to find Jonathan Toews a girlfriend, and he definitely needed it.
But I couldn’t help it, “Hey Pat,” He looked over at me for a second and back at the road, “Hm?” I looked out the window, “What happened with Jonathan after he read the note I left?” He hesitated for a second, “Well, he didn’t say anything and when I told him we needed to go to the airport to go get you and just walked out the door. I mean I didn’t go after him since I thought the airport was where he was going to anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, so have you talked to him since?” I looked at him with my blue eyes, “Nope, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t talk to me if I tried. He’s probably mad as fuck at me for stealing his girlfriend.” Oh yeah shit, I was his girlfriend before I left.
I really should go talk to him. He deserves more than a stupid letter. “Hey can you drop me off at Jon’s house. I think I should really talk to him about what happened.” He nodded his
head and went and turned towards Jon’s apartment complex.
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I went and took a deep breath before knocking on his door. Once he opened it, I instantly smelled the alcohol that he must have had that night, or maybe that morning. “Hey Jon, can I come in.” I said with a weak smile. “Oh, it’s you, sure why not. That would make my day.” Wow thanks for the sarcasm Jon. I went and sat down on the couch as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Once he came back I realized what I turned him into. He was becoming what Hannah claimed he was, and alcoholic.
He had newly developed beard, except this time it wasn’t for playoffs, it was for being lazy. He had bags under his eyes and his nice clean cut hair was now a mess of strands everywhere. He was wearing a messy white tank top and sweatpants something you rarely see Mr. Toews in. I looked around the room where there was trash everywhere. Beer cans were piled up to the kitchen counter with a trail of them leading to his bedroom. Something is definitely wrong and I think it’s my fault.
“Okay so about that let—,”
“Save it Nat,” He interrupted me, “I get it you like Patrick more than you like me I understand. You don’t have to say anything.” I looked down at my lap, “Jon please just let me expl—,”
“Why Nat? Why should I have you tell me everything I already know? I love Patrick Kane, he’s my, everything and you were just some fling for me until he realized that he loved me back.” He said giving an impression of me. I have to admit, he hit that nail right on the head. It was true, Patrick Kane was my, everything and Jon would never give me that same feeling Pat does. “Listen Jon, I feel really bad about this. I didn’t mean to hurt you when I dated you, and yes I was a bitch that just left you a note and ran off to Buffalo.”
Tears started rolling down my cheeks, “But don’t give me this bull shit saying I didn’t care about you, because I did. To tell you the truth I had never been in a real fucking relationship before you okay? Yes, I had my crush relationships but I never had that one real one that I sincerely cared about, like ours.” He didn’t say anything; he just sat there dumbfounded on what I had just said to him. Everything I said I’d never really talked about with anyone except him. “Now if you excuse me I’ve gotten everything of my chest I’m going to go now.” I started to head for the door stepping over the crushed up cans.
“Nat wait. I should be the one that’s sorry. I overreacted to all of this. I understand how hard it is to please everyone and you always end up hurting someone no matter what you do. Hell I go through that on a regular basis.” A small smirk came to his face. I went back over to him and gave him a hug and held on to him, “I really don’t want to lose you Jon, I love having you as a friend.”
He sighed at the word ‘friend’ I know he didn’t like that word especially when dealing with me but I’m hoping he’ll get over it. “I love you too Nat, thanks for coming and talking to me.”
I left that apartment with the peace made. I was officially with Pat, and Jon and I were okay again. Now I had a mission. It was to find Jonathan Toews a girlfriend, and he definitely needed it.
