Training Miller

After New Year's, I realized that the concerts Pat gave me tickets to were coming up. When I asked Beau to go with me, he could only go to the second one. I figured I'd be able to find someone to go with me but everyone seemed to be busy. I shrugged it off, I'm sure Brandon would be up for a last minute concert. The seats were pretty good. Actually, I think they were just for standing room. Even if he didn't like Bruno Mars, I'm sure he wouldn't turn down my offer.
I was getting ready for work when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," I yelled. I should probably stop doing that. I'm pretty much asking to get murdered.
"I hope you haven't given one of those tickets away just yet."
"Patrick?" I peeked my head out of the bathroom to see if I wasn't just hearing things, "Pat! What are you doing here?"
I practically jumped into his arms when I saw he was actually in my apartment.
"Wait. Are you injured?" I looked at his appendages to see if anything was wrapped or taped up.
"It's my shoulder."
"What happened?"
"Got checked into the boards and I heard something pop. Could barely hold my stick."
"So you decided to come here instead?"
"I might have convinced the coaching staff you knew me better and could give me a better plan to get healthy," He rocked back and forth and smiled.
"Really?" I laughed, "You are something else. Make yourself at home. Some of us can't get out of work that easy. Just please don't make a huge mess. I'll be back in a few hours."
I trusted Pat enough not to burn my apartment building down, so I started on my way to work. The traffic was horrible, but I slowly made my way to the arena and started taping people that needed to be taped.
"Find someone to go to the concert with?" Beau asked as he did his exercises.
"Yeah. Pat actually flew over today, he said he would go."
"Doesn't he have practive or something?"
"He somehow convinced the coaching staff that I knew him better than their trainers in Chicago."
"Sounds like someone just wanted to see you."
"Yeah well I guess only the lucky ones have to put up with me everyday," I rolled my eyes and hit him with the rubber band I was holding. I could tell he was jealous that I would be spending time with my best friend instead of him, but most of my time was with Beau and his roommates, "You can come to dinner with us if you want."
"I feel like if I say no, you're going to be pissed.."
I smiled and ruffled his hair, "You're a smart boy. Besides, I wouldn't think you would want me and Patrick to be alone for longer than you found necessary."
"I didn't want to be that guy," He explained.
"Be that guy. It's cute when you get jealous. It shows you care," Beau mumbled something before getting back to riding the bike. Geno walked into the room and plopped down on one of the tables. He didn't say anything while I started disinfecting the counter space that Glass had bled on.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. Just bored," He shrugged, looking all innocent and cute.
"And there's a reason why you're my favorite player," I smiled at him and went back to my business. I could hear Beau complain about that but I didn't care.
Geno started laughing and said to Beau, "Miller loves me."
"Yeah well Miller f-"
"Beau! That does not need to be said."
"What doesn't need to be said?" Dan walked in with the cookies my aunt made me.
"It definitely does not need to be said in front of you," Beau cracked a smile and Geno slid off the table, leaving the room, "Tell Auntie I said thanks."
"Aren't you coming to dinner tonight?"
"I have that concert and Patrick is in town."
"Oh that's right. Have fun and make decent decisions," I laughed at my uncle. I think he knew I wouldn't make good decisions, but I would make okay ones.
"I will try."
"Call me if you need a ride."
"Will do Dan."
Most of the guys started walking in to get something that they needed and leaving right away. Things started to calm down until Robert came in to wait for Beau to be finished. Not wanting to deal with them, I turned on music.
"Have you ever been skinny dipping?" Bortuzzo asked.
"Uh yeah. I lived out in the country and went to a major agriculture school," I gave him a funny look and went back to working on my report. I never really understood him, but I think he does this just to bother me.
"So you and friends?"
"Usually boyfriends but that works too," I turned the music up, hoping he would get the hint.
"Boyfriends? I'm guessing those never worked out."
"Wow," I faked shock, "You're like, really smart. No. They obviously didn't. Stupid cowboys."
I packed up my things and turned off the lights, "Alright guys, time to go." I waited for them all to file out of the room and locked the door.
"So I'll text you when we decide where we're going to eat. It'll probably be somewhere downtown."
"Okay babe," he leaned down to kiss me, "I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you later," Robert made a face at us before starting the car. I laughed and said, "You're just jealous."
He mumbled a response and Beau shot him a dirty look before giving me a toothy grin, "Make sure Kane keeps his hands to himself."
"I'll try," I winked, ducking into my car.
I walked into my apartment to find Patrick passed out in my chair with only his boxers on. I dropped my keys on the ground to wake him up. He jumped and knocked his phone onto my hardwood floor, making an even louder noise.
"I'm up," he got out to the chair and stretched, his boxers were laying dangerously low on his hips, "Stop staring. You have a boyfriend."
"Yes, a nice, tan, and pretty, boyfriend. What do you want for lunch?"
"Chipotle?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"They have some wrong opinions on agriculture and not a huge fan of their food anyway. I'm actually surprised that you don't want me to cook something," I went to the fridge to see what I had and if I could actually make us lunch, "Oh and put your clothes on. We have to go out to eat."
"Do we have to? I don't want to have the girls swooning over me."
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Just put your shirt on. I have a few things to do anyway."
"Where else are we going?"
"The book store.."
"Hell no," He protested, "I will not spend hours in the stupid bookstore with you."
"I have a list. We won't be in there that long. Now I'm leaving so you can either sit in here and do nothing or come with me and be slightly entertained before the concert. Your choice babe."
Patrick reluctantly followed me to the parking garage and got in the passenger seat. Immediately, he started messing with the radio. He knew how much that bothered me but did it anyway.
"What CD is in the player?"
"Probably Bruno Mars."
"Of course," he synced his phone to the bluetooth and turned on whatever he wanted to listen to.
There was something about being with Patrick that made me feel better. It's not that I wasn't happy alone. I was just happier with him. It might be the way he makes fun of me over every little thing, or that he's been there for me through some tough times these past two years.
"So," Patrick took a bite of his meal, "I have a question for you."
"What is this question?" This could open up Pandora's box of horrors, to be quite honest.
"Well you know, Sochi is coming up.. And most guys bring their girlfriends.. But I don't have one.. And I wouldn't want anyone there more than ymy best friend.. And my family.."
"Way to make it seem like a marriage proposal, Pat. Of course I will."
"Good because I already bought your ticket and stuff." He laughed. That was so like him. Not taking no for an answer.
"You would. Come on, let's go to the book store and then I'm going to get ready for the concert."
We were walking downtown when we passed a shop with shoes displayed in the front. I stopped and stared at the red bottomed heels sitting in the middle. Patrick kept walking, not noticing I had stopped. He turned around to see if I was coming, "Yeah. Sorry. Just got distracted."
In my head, I figured out how long it would take me to save up for those shoes. I needed $1200.. So in a year. Possibly sooner. If I didn't want to see the FC Barcelona friendly, which I think I would rather see Messi play than anything right now.
After two hours and countless close calls, my hair was curled without me burning myself. That was a surprise. I slid my vans on and shoved my phone in my back pocket.
"Ready?" I asked
"Yeah. Let's go," Pat said with a smile.
We were towards the middle of the standing section. I could tell this was going to be a long night with all the people pushing, but that's the best part of concerts. Right?

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