Can't Be Changed
Mother Dearest
“Its…just…dinner…mother,” Alisa said between breaths as she jogged on her treadmill overlooking the wall street district of Manhattan.
“Well we are in France until Thursday, so when do you plan on having this dinner?” Alisa’s mother asked over the phone.
“Patrick and I are both free Saturday,” Alisa replied stopping the treadmill for a moment before taking a long gulp from her water bottle. “I was hoping you could meet us in Chicago and we’ll go to the Four Seasons for a quiet dinner and maybe drinks after.”
“That sounds fine, dear.” Alisa’s mother answered, “So what does Patrick do? Is he in marketing like that other young man you dated?”
“Matthew was in accounting, and no, Patrick is not in accounting.” Alisa said warily. “He’s an athlete…” She added apprehensively. There was silence on the other end for a few minuets making Alisa feel nervous. “He plays hockey.” She explained further hoping to gauge a reaction from her mom.
“Well what do you mean he plays hockey? Like a hobby? What else does he do?” Her mother asked in confusion.
“He is a professional athlete, he plays hockey for the Chicago Blackhawks, its hisjob. Its what he gets paid for.”
“Well does he make good money?” Her mother asked curiously.
“That is his business mother, but he is well off.” Alisa explained hopping off the treadmill.
“Well meeting him sounds pleasant, I’ll talk to your father.” After bidding her mother adieu, Alisa hopped in the shower, got dressed, and called Patrick.
“Did you get lost or something?” She laughed after Patrick picked up.
“No, I didn’t get lost. I’m fine.” Patrick lied searching the street signs, trying to make his way back to Alisa’s apartment.
“Come on Patrick, I gave you a map and everything.” Alisa giggled applying her makeup.
“it’s the damn numbers, they trip me up. And I see a freaking Elmo every two feet, and I feel like im going in circles!”
“Hop in a cab, and tell them to take you to the Hilton on the Avenues of the America’s. I’ll meet you there for lunch.
“Okay, you better not abandon me.” Patrick sighed before hanging up. His ‘walk’ around New York while Alisa was on the phone turned out to be an epic failure of a walk. Alisa laughed to herself before slipping on her shoes and heading out to her town car. After arriving at the Hilton she spotted Patrick standing rather awkward in the large and busy lobby. She let out a feminine guffaw and flounced over to him.
“Finally.” He sighed scooping her up into his arms. “My gosh im never leaving your side again. This place sucks.”
“Hey, be nice. I happen to love New York.” Alisa said taking his hand in hers and leading him over to the bar to have lunch.
“So what did your mom say?” Patrick casually brought up sipping his bear while Alisa drank her ginger ale.
“She sounded genuinely interested in meeting you.” Explained Alisa as the waiter arrived with their meals.
“That’s great,” Patrick smiled digging into his burger. “Oh, what should I wear?” He asked self-consciously making Alisa laugh.
“Whatever you want to wear is fine,” She smiled nibbling on her salad.
“Babe, your parents are like squillionares, I have to impress them.” Patrick explained making Alisa quirk an eyebrow.
“They arent some snobby people that will throw you out if you arent wearing a Versace suit, Patrick. They have just always known the finer things in life and have been blessed with money. However, they do not disregard those that don’t have what they have.”
“So Versace suit?” Patrick asked through a mouthful. Rolling her eyes Alisa stole a French fry off his plate making him huff.
*
“I don’t know what to do!” Angel wailed her head in Alisa’s lap as she sucked clean an entire container of Ben&Jerry’s ice cream. Her tears were fresh on her cheeks as the clock struck eleven, while they cuddled on Alisa’s couch.
“You are so over-reacting.” Alisa rolled her eyes changing the channel. “Everything is fine.”
“He cancelled our dinner date because he was ’busy’!” Angel air-quoted sitting up, “And! Apparently I can’t move in with him yet because there is still ’stuff to work out’,” She quoted again with a cry. “Its over! My relationship with Jon is over, and im gonna die!” She dramatically added.
“Jesus woman you are something else.” Alisa yawned.
“How can you yawn at a time like this!” Angel screamed hitting her friend in the face with the couch pillow.
“Fuck! Ow!” Alisa shouted hitting Angel back who retaliated with another pillow. By the time Patrick walked in Alisa had Angel pinned to the couch, a pillow on her face.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He shrugged before plopping down on the adjacent couch.
“Dumbass over here is overreacting. I had to calm her.” Alisa stated crawling off Angel and over to Patrick where she snuggled up to his side.
“More like suffocate.” Angel countered straightening out herself.
“What are you overreacting about?” Patrick asked throwing his arm around Alisa’s shoulders pulling her close.
“Jon and I are over.” Angel told Patrick before taking a large gulp from her water bottle.
“What! No you’re not. I just talked to Jon.” Patrick chuckled.
“What did you talk about?” Angel asked.
“Well, nothing. But everything is fine. He said you guys are good.” Patrick shrugged playing with a strand of Alisa’s hair.
“Yeah, well. I don’t think we are good.” Angel said standing from the couch, retrieving her flip-flops. “Im going home to cry my eyes out,” She sighed, “I will see you tomorrow at lunch at with the girls.” She added to Alisa who rolled her eyes mumbling ‘drama queen’ to Patrick.
“Bye rat, love you.” Alisa smiled as Angel left.
“Sleep?” Patrick asked with droopy eyes.
“At 11:03?” Alisa asked glancing at the clock. “That’s a little early for you.” She giggled ruffling his hair.
“Im tired.” He shrugged hauling her off to her room where they slipped into their Pajamas and into Alisa’s bed.
“Hey look…” Alisa said pointing to the digital clock on her dresser as Patrick curled himself around her. “It’s 11:11...make a wish.”
“I’m good.” Patrick sighed breathing in the scent of Alisa’s shampoo and indulging in the feeling of her skin on his. There was nothing that Patrick could truly wish for in that moment. His entire world was already in his arms.
“Well we are in France until Thursday, so when do you plan on having this dinner?” Alisa’s mother asked over the phone.
“Patrick and I are both free Saturday,” Alisa replied stopping the treadmill for a moment before taking a long gulp from her water bottle. “I was hoping you could meet us in Chicago and we’ll go to the Four Seasons for a quiet dinner and maybe drinks after.”
“That sounds fine, dear.” Alisa’s mother answered, “So what does Patrick do? Is he in marketing like that other young man you dated?”
“Matthew was in accounting, and no, Patrick is not in accounting.” Alisa said warily. “He’s an athlete…” She added apprehensively. There was silence on the other end for a few minuets making Alisa feel nervous. “He plays hockey.” She explained further hoping to gauge a reaction from her mom.
“Well what do you mean he plays hockey? Like a hobby? What else does he do?” Her mother asked in confusion.
“He is a professional athlete, he plays hockey for the Chicago Blackhawks, its hisjob. Its what he gets paid for.”
“Well does he make good money?” Her mother asked curiously.
“That is his business mother, but he is well off.” Alisa explained hopping off the treadmill.
“Well meeting him sounds pleasant, I’ll talk to your father.” After bidding her mother adieu, Alisa hopped in the shower, got dressed, and called Patrick.
“Did you get lost or something?” She laughed after Patrick picked up.
“No, I didn’t get lost. I’m fine.” Patrick lied searching the street signs, trying to make his way back to Alisa’s apartment.
“Come on Patrick, I gave you a map and everything.” Alisa giggled applying her makeup.
“it’s the damn numbers, they trip me up. And I see a freaking Elmo every two feet, and I feel like im going in circles!”
“Hop in a cab, and tell them to take you to the Hilton on the Avenues of the America’s. I’ll meet you there for lunch.
“Okay, you better not abandon me.” Patrick sighed before hanging up. His ‘walk’ around New York while Alisa was on the phone turned out to be an epic failure of a walk. Alisa laughed to herself before slipping on her shoes and heading out to her town car. After arriving at the Hilton she spotted Patrick standing rather awkward in the large and busy lobby. She let out a feminine guffaw and flounced over to him.
“Finally.” He sighed scooping her up into his arms. “My gosh im never leaving your side again. This place sucks.”
“Hey, be nice. I happen to love New York.” Alisa said taking his hand in hers and leading him over to the bar to have lunch.
“So what did your mom say?” Patrick casually brought up sipping his bear while Alisa drank her ginger ale.
“She sounded genuinely interested in meeting you.” Explained Alisa as the waiter arrived with their meals.
“That’s great,” Patrick smiled digging into his burger. “Oh, what should I wear?” He asked self-consciously making Alisa laugh.
“Whatever you want to wear is fine,” She smiled nibbling on her salad.
“Babe, your parents are like squillionares, I have to impress them.” Patrick explained making Alisa quirk an eyebrow.
“They arent some snobby people that will throw you out if you arent wearing a Versace suit, Patrick. They have just always known the finer things in life and have been blessed with money. However, they do not disregard those that don’t have what they have.”
“So Versace suit?” Patrick asked through a mouthful. Rolling her eyes Alisa stole a French fry off his plate making him huff.
*
“I don’t know what to do!” Angel wailed her head in Alisa’s lap as she sucked clean an entire container of Ben&Jerry’s ice cream. Her tears were fresh on her cheeks as the clock struck eleven, while they cuddled on Alisa’s couch.
“You are so over-reacting.” Alisa rolled her eyes changing the channel. “Everything is fine.”
“He cancelled our dinner date because he was ’busy’!” Angel air-quoted sitting up, “And! Apparently I can’t move in with him yet because there is still ’stuff to work out’,” She quoted again with a cry. “Its over! My relationship with Jon is over, and im gonna die!” She dramatically added.
“Jesus woman you are something else.” Alisa yawned.
“How can you yawn at a time like this!” Angel screamed hitting her friend in the face with the couch pillow.
“Fuck! Ow!” Alisa shouted hitting Angel back who retaliated with another pillow. By the time Patrick walked in Alisa had Angel pinned to the couch, a pillow on her face.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He shrugged before plopping down on the adjacent couch.
“Dumbass over here is overreacting. I had to calm her.” Alisa stated crawling off Angel and over to Patrick where she snuggled up to his side.
“More like suffocate.” Angel countered straightening out herself.
“What are you overreacting about?” Patrick asked throwing his arm around Alisa’s shoulders pulling her close.
“Jon and I are over.” Angel told Patrick before taking a large gulp from her water bottle.
“What! No you’re not. I just talked to Jon.” Patrick chuckled.
“What did you talk about?” Angel asked.
“Well, nothing. But everything is fine. He said you guys are good.” Patrick shrugged playing with a strand of Alisa’s hair.
“Yeah, well. I don’t think we are good.” Angel said standing from the couch, retrieving her flip-flops. “Im going home to cry my eyes out,” She sighed, “I will see you tomorrow at lunch at with the girls.” She added to Alisa who rolled her eyes mumbling ‘drama queen’ to Patrick.
“Bye rat, love you.” Alisa smiled as Angel left.
“Sleep?” Patrick asked with droopy eyes.
“At 11:03?” Alisa asked glancing at the clock. “That’s a little early for you.” She giggled ruffling his hair.
“Im tired.” He shrugged hauling her off to her room where they slipped into their Pajamas and into Alisa’s bed.
“Hey look…” Alisa said pointing to the digital clock on her dresser as Patrick curled himself around her. “It’s 11:11...make a wish.”
“I’m good.” Patrick sighed breathing in the scent of Alisa’s shampoo and indulging in the feeling of her skin on his. There was nothing that Patrick could truly wish for in that moment. His entire world was already in his arms.
Awww wonder what's gonna happen. Are they gonna try and stay away from what seems to be coming? Can't wait for more.
1/23/14