The first thing he noticed was that she was tan. Not orange-y, like the girls that he would go home with in clubs. Deep golden brown, with freckles and all. Patrick was sure that she smelled like coconut. It was weird for late March in Chicago. Most girls would be fake tanned. The second thing he noticed was the noise. There was a children's show blaring, a baby bawling, and a smoke alarm, which was what caused Patrick to come over in the first place. The third thing he noticed was that she was beautiful. The looks that first sent blood to his cheeks, and then his pants. She was a lot shorter then him, maybe 5'6, blonde-brown hair tied out of her face, and big green eyes, with no makeup. That last part surprised him. He was all too used to girls trying to look like drag-queens. The fourth thing he noticed was that she was in trouble. The baby cocked on her hip was wailing and pulling her hair, and her white v-neck tee shirt had been stained with, well, he didn't even want to know what. Strands of hair were falling out of her bun, and Patrick fought the urge to push them out of her face. And when he looked down, damn. He didn't understand why girls thought tight, black, stretchy pants were attractive, in fact, he used to despise them, but she made him think that she could wear them on their wedding day.

"Oh thank God. You must be the back up sitter." She said, handing him the baby. "His name is Jaxon, with an X. Don't look at me like that, I didn't name him." Patrick was too dumbfounded to speak. "Oh, and he literally doesn't sleep for more than 37 minutes. I timed it. I've been here for two days, and I think I've only got 4 hours of sleep. I mean, I love kids, but he's all yours. Thanks."

She was running her pretty mouth off, and if Patrick didn't say something, he'd be stuck with the baby. Finally, he managed to say, "Wait."

She looked at him, holding the crying, squirming baby, and her eyes softened. "You're holding him wrong."

"Well I'm not a babysitter." Patrick said, with a laugh. Well, he stopped laughing when he saw her reaction

"What!" She yelled. This made Jaxon cry even louder. "Who the hell are you! Give me him!"

"Wait, no!" He said, handing her the kid. "I'm the neighbor. I live next door. I don't kidnap or anything." Patrick explained.

"Prove it." She responded, defensively.

"How do I do that?" He asked.

"What's your name, who lives in here, why are they gone, show me that you live in this building. I don't know!"

"Okay, I'm Patrick, Anna and Ross Williams live here, and after they popped that kid out they left for hawaii or some shit. I have pictures of myself in the apartment, if you come with, I'll show you." Patrick said.

"No way am I going into your apartment with Jaxon. You'll stab me and sell him on the black market or something. And don't swear around him, you'll turn him into a drug addict." She said. She was still defensive, but the walls were slowly going down.

"Now you just made that up. Besides, I can't cook for my life, so I don't have any real knifes in my place to stab you with. I don't need the money, and I would make way more if I sold you, alive and unharmed. Do you trust me now?" Patrick inquired.

"Fine," She said, sitting down on the leather couch that I helped move in. "But Anna never said anything about a Patrick."

"Well, they never said anything about you, either." Patrick shot back.

"Good. I like to stay anonymous." She said, trying to shush Jaxon.

"I wish I could be like that." Patrick said under his breath.

"What, fuzz on your ass?" When she laughed, it was like bells.

"Well, now you're going to turn him into a crack head. Good job." She laughed again. Patrick felt proud that he made her laugh. "Besides, being a professional athlete has its downs." Patrick said, trying to impress her.

"Humph. You look like a…" she leaned back on the couch, and Patrick could see her breasts move with each breath she took, and he had to think about uni brows in order to control his cock, which was something he didn't have to do since high school. " A kicker, you kick for the cubs?"
Patrick genuinely laughed out loud, but stopped as soon as he saw that she looked disappointed.

"Nah, I play for the Hawks. Hockey. You know, number 88?" She still looked blank in the eyes, but she was nodding. "Well don't pretend you understand just because. You've never watched a hockey game?"

"Of course I have, I'm from North Dakota!" She said, as if Patrick should have been able to tell.
Patrick blurted the first thing that came to my mind. "My friend went to college there."

"Please don't say he went to NDSU" She groaned.

"Nah, UND I think. He played hockey. Toews, you know him?"

"Know him, really?" She said, rolling her eyes. "He's like a god in Grand Forks. Him and Oshie."
Patrick didn't know what to say, so he sat down on a chair and watched her with Jaxon. Flashes of color from Elmo made her eyes light up as she cooed him.

"Hey," Patrick said suddenly. "I don't know your name."

She looked startled, but quickly calmed down. "It's, uh, Melanie. Well, Mel."
+1st person+

We stayed silent for a few minutes, me watching her, and Mel watching Jaxon slowly fall asleep. She got up slowly and walked him to a back room in the large apartment. I don't know exactly what the Williams did, but he know they were loaded. They guy published books or some shit.

She came back, plopped down on the couch, and turned on the baby monitor.

I think that she forgot that I was there, because she was starting to breath heavy, and her eyes were drooping. I coughed, and she jumped.

"Shit, I forgot about you!" Mel said. I just laughed because I was nervous. Whatever game I had worked on since kindergarten with my first girlfriend (Kelly Shields), I left it at the door.

"I know what I want to do." Mel said, pulling out a macBook from the coffee table. She opened it and the screen caught her eyes, making them look like green diamonds, or whatever they were called.

All that I could see was that she was on Youtube, before she shielded the computer with her body.

"Once I find a good one, you can come over and watch." She said, searching intently.

"See what?" I pondered. What I was really questioning is if she actually invited me to sit by her, or if I was imagining things.

"Got one!" She said. Suddenly, she pulled me by my wrist and I swear I would have almost fallen over if the couch wouldn't have caught me. There was a pillow in-between us, but I was still close enough to know that I was right, and that she did smell like coconut.

Once I saw what she looked up, I felt my cheeks get hot. I had never been embarrassed of my talent, in fact, I was probably cocky to some people, but when a video titled 'Patrick Kane highlights' started playing, I suddenly wished that I was just another guy.

The quality of the video was awful, but she would occasionally comment on some of my plays. Things like, "You clearly had no idea what you were doing there" and "You really just threw that on net, you didn't know where that was going." Things like that made me sure that she actually knew hockey, and she wasn't a puck bunny. After 4 minutes and 38 seconds, the video ended. After about 10 seconds, she was searching up something else, and after that, something else, and this went on. I laughed my ass off, and she laughed harder. I don't know why she laughed so hard at "Dramatic Chipmunk" (which was maybe our 30th video), but I loved it because I got to hear her laugh.

After what only felt like a few minutes, but was actually 2 hours, her laptop died and we were left sitting next to each other in the dark, on the couch.

"Shit," Mel said, braking the silence. "What time is it?"

I knew that I had come over at 11:30 to ask her to be quiet, but obviously my plans changed.

"I don't know. Like 1:30 or something?" I answered, still in the dark.

"This is the longest Jax has ever slept. I should keep you around." She said, poking my arm. I felt goosebumps when she touched me.

"Whatever you need to do." I answered, hoping this meant that she would have to ask me over late at night. I knew I had practice tomorrow, actually today, at noon, but the couch was comfortable, and she was leaning into my arm, and soon, we were both asleep.

Notes

I changed POV, tell me what you like!