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Potent Powerplay

First Date

“Enjoying your pizza?” Patrick asked, taking another bite of his pizza, pulling it away as the cheese stretched out.

“I am,” I laughed, as he struggled to get the strings of cheese into his mouth. “I still don't know why you decided on a pizza place for a date.”

“I was in the mood for pizza,” Patrick admitted, after finishing his slice. “So, what do you wanna do after this?” He asked, wiping his face off with a napkin before tossing it on the table.

“Hmm, I don't know?” I replied.

Patrick and I stood up and threw our garbage out before heading out the door. We walked down the street, going no where in particular, just talking more. We talked a lot during the meal, so it took us forever to eat – but we didn't mind.

After about 10 minutes of aimless wandering, something caught my eye in the distance.

“Pat,” I said, stopping. “I know what we can do!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“And what's that?” He spun around to look at me.

“Can you roller skate?” I asked him, grinning, pointing at the roller rink I spotted down the street.

“I haven't been roller skating in years...” He said. “Last time I went was with my sisters. Did not end well.” He chuckled to his self.

“Can we go, please please please?” I asked, holding the “ease” in the last “please”, while giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, we'll go, but I can't promise I'm any good.” Patrick and I both laughed and started to walk to the rink.

When we got to the roller rink, Pat adjusted his cap, pulling it down to cover his eyes and face a bit more. I thought it was strange, but didn't bother to bring it up. We stood in line waiting to rent a pair of skates. I could feel people staring at us, and a few whispers to the person next to them. I didn't catch much but a few “is that him?”and “who's he with?” but I just pushed them aside. Our turn for skates was next; I felt Patrick's hand on the small of my back as we headed to area to change into our skates.

The rink part was dark, so Patrick left his cap in the locker with our shoes. I hadn't been skating in a few months, so I hoped that I wasn't too rusty. My ability was nothing compared to Pat's.

“I thought you played hockey?” I asked Pat, as he stumbled beside me.

“I do! I'm good at ice skating, but not roller skating!” He replied.

I laughed, and grabbed his hand to help him around the upcoming bend. “I think that's funny.”

“And why is that?” He asked, gliding around the turn.

“Because you can skate on ice but not ground!” I threw my head back in laughter.

“Oh come on, that's not funny!” He said, almost falling. He would have, too, if he wasn't till holding onto my hand.

“I think it is!” I said, still laughing. “See, you almost fell there.”

“Yea so?” He joined in laughing. “Okay, I guess it is a bit funny.” He admitted.

Pat and I skated for a couple more hours. We would have skated longer but it was closing time. We waited until we were one of the last ones before we went to get our things; it was too crowded. Pat unlocked the locker and we got out shoes and exchanged our skates for them. There was only us and two other families left in the area – a couple with two little girls, and a mom and her son. Shortly after, the couple left and there was Pat and I and the mom and son left.

The little boy started to approach Patrick and I. “I need to use the washroom.” I said, excusing myself. Before the door to the washroom closed, I heard the last bit of the boy's question: “... picture with you?” I stood there washing my hands – I didn't need to pee, it was just an excuse to get away – thinking about why the boy would want a picture with Patrick. Sometimes, I was so clueless to these things; I could never figure them out.

“Took you long enough.” Patrick said, standing by the bathroom door, waiting.

“Sorry.” I squeaked.

“It's okay, I didn't mind waiting.” Pat replied, following my lead out the building. “So, where to now?”

“I was thinking we'd just walk around, if you don't mind.” I answered.

“Yea, sounds good.” He agreed, starting to walk. I followed him, unsure of where we were going, not really caring.

It was just after 6:30pm, so it was getting dark. It was a bit breezy, just cold enough to cool down the earlier October evening. The wind felt nice against my skin, something I've always enjoyed. It brought me back to when I was a little girl. My father used to take me for walks in the park before sunset, when the weather was nice. Walks were our thing. Growing up, the walks got less frequent, as my father got older and sicker. Started out as a walk a night in the summer time, to a every few days a week, to once a week, to once in a blue moon. After my father died, I stopped going for walks, they just didn't feel right anymore. My mom used to offer to take me, but soon learned that it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't her, it just wasn't right.

I was brought back to reality when I heard Patrick call my name.

“Katlina?” I looked at him. “You okay?”

“Huh? Yea... Just caught in memory.” I replied, shrugging off my thoughts. Now was not a time to think of my childhood, no, it was a time to focus on Patrick.

“Okay,” He said. “It's just, I was talking away and I noticed you weren't paying attention, so I called your name, and you didn't answer. So I called out again.”

“I'm sorry, this happens to me a lot. I just fade out, back into memory unintentionally. I never mean for it to happen. I'm sorry.” I said, apologizing. I felt bad now, Patrick probably thought I was ignoring him. But I wasn't. At least if I was, I wasn't meaning to.

“It's okay, don't worry about it.” He said, giving me a reassuring smile. As we continued walking, I felt Pat lace his fingers in mine. I quickly looked down, to see if I was dreaming or not. Why? I'm not sure, I just had to make sure. I quickly looked back up at Pat, only to be greeted by his smile. I smiled back at him. I felt this safeness with Patrick. A safeness I only ever felt once before. A safeness I only felt with Justin.

Justin was my everything about a year and a half ago. It started off special, like any relationship is expected to. We were happy, we made each other happy. It was the first time I truly felt happy since my father passed away. It was that way for the first few months at least. Then the relationship went down hill from there. Justin started drinking. For reasons, that to this day, I still don't know what are. Justin also because abusive. He started hitting me, pushing me, and kicking me. Whenever he got mad, which was often, he'd take his anger out on me. Even if I wasn't the cause. I never thought I'd ever end up in an abusive relationship. Before I started dating, I told myself, “if a guy ever starts hitting you, get out.” I wish I could have told my younger self how difficult that actually was. This went on for months, his violence towards me. Every times my bruises or cuts were brought up, he'd be sure quick to make up a lie to cover up what he'd done. “We were playing around, and she fell onto the table” or“she fell and scrapped herself.” Bull shit lies.

I tried to get out. Trust me, I did. It wasn't easy, every time I thought I got away, he'd somehow find me. To pull me back in. I ended up telling my mother. She started crying the minute I told her. “I knew it!” She cursed. I felt awful, and started to cry as well. We sat there hugging for a sold 10 minutes before she let go. She told me to call him. I did. I ended right then and there on the phone. For good. I didn't leave the house for the rest of the day; too frightened that he'd come find me. Early the next morning, my mother drove me to the police station to file a restraining order. Soon after, everyone knew. Not like they didn't suspect it before, but they finally knew for sure. I felt awful about myself; for hiding something so bad for so long. It wasn't my fault though. Justin told me if I ever told anyone, I'd never be able to tell anyone anything ever again. I had no idea what he'd do, but I knew it'd be horrible and I'd sure as hell wouldn't like it.

I didn't know why I felt so secure with Patrick. Something about him was different from Justin. He seemed more... caring. I didn't know why I trusted him so easily, either. For the following year after my ordeal with Justin, I kept to myself. I wouldn't allow myself to get hurt again, literally. I wouldn't go in dates, no matter who it was. If it was some guy I just met, or even one of my guy friends who just wanted a friendly dinner, I wouldn't allow it. I didn't trust anyone for a long time, guys especially. Then one day, I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get out, away. I guess you could say that Justin was the main reason I left Toronto. I came to Chicago to get away from him. Hopefully a place he'd never think to ever come looking for me.

I decided myself that I'd give Patrick a chance. A chance to prove that not all guys are the same. That not all guys were like Justin. I wanted myself to believe such, but I needed something to prove it. I decided that Patrick would be that something.

Pat and I arrived at my building after about an hour of aimless walking. We stood in the front, saying nothing.

“I'd walk longer, but I have a game tomorrow.” Pat stated, breaking the silence. “Speaking of which, I'd like if you came and saw me play.”

I smiled at him. “Sure, I'd like that.”

He pulled a small envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. “I really enjoyed tonight.” He said, taking a step closer to me.

“I really did, too.” I replied, smiling.

Before I knew it, Patrick's lips were on mine. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was something there that wasn't whenever I had kissed Justin. There was a certain warmness in the kiss. I guess you'd say it's the spark.

Patrick pulled away once we heard a car drive by. “Woo! Get it in!” A guy yelled from the back seat. Pat and I both laughed. You have to admit, it was funny.

“Well, I'll see you tomorrow?” Pat asked.

“Yep!” I answered.

“Okay. Times and everything are inside, on the tickets.”

“Okay.” I replied. “Good night, Patrick.”

“Good night Katlina.” Pat said, stealing a quick kiss before leaving.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until I walked into the lobby. I quickly caught the elevator and went upstairs. I went into my apartment, and as soon as I entered my bedroom, I shed my clothes and flopped down on my bed. Once my head was on the pillow, I was out.

Notes

"Okay so I'm gonna apologize in advance, I cannot end chapters worth shit so yea I'm sorry for terribly ended chapters.
So Pat and Kat's first date, and we get to learn a bit more of Kat's background/history I guess.
I also need to find better titles for chapters and not ones with F's in them lol.
Anyways, as always, hope you enjoyed. :)"

Comments

@Aquanet1108
same

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2/1/14

It always tells me you update but there is only 4 chapters everytime I look

Aquanet1108 Aquanet1108
1/26/14
Sooooo good. I love this! Excited for the next update
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9/20/13
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9/20/13
Sooooo good. I love this! Excited for the next update
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9/20/13