One Magical Night

"Look, about last night..." he trailed off awkwardly, sitting up in the bed once more, as he pulled his boxers back on and fixed himself up. She smirked, knowing exactly what was coming. Typically, she was the one on the other end, however.

"It was nothing, it was just sex and it wasn’t your fault, it was fun, anything else?" she asked with a smirk. She got out of bed, stretching slightly, before starting to pull herself back into last night’s attire.

"Well- I uh, yeah" he replied, scratching the back of his head. "And you're okay with that?"

"Completely." She laughed lightly, sitting on the bed. "However I did have a great time last night, we should spend more time together, see each other more," She was hoping that she had finally met her first possible match, a boyfriend, in Chicago.

"Absolutely, I had fun last night too, I don’t normally say this to fangirls, but I knew there was a reason I liked you a lot." He hopped out of bed, pulling on his socks, as he headed for the door. He flashed her a kind smile. "I do have practice in an hour, otherwise I'd make you something to eat and hang out some more." He grabbed a towel in his hand, and headed for the door once more.

"Hey, no worries. I've gotta get to the office in about an hour too," she replied, realizing she'd have to wear what she wore out last night. She didn’t have any laundry done recently. And thankfully, what she was wearing was still appropriate and business casual, and would do just fine.

"I'll drive you!" He smiled, walking back and grabbing her hand. "But if you're going to work, you should shower..." He trailed off, wriggling his eyebrows playfully.

“So should you!” she retorted with a clever smirk.

He shrugged and followed her into the bathroom. Following her lead and stripping down, he hopped in the shower with her. Knowing they didn't have much time, they got down to business quickly, before soaping up and getting clean.

She towel dried her hair lightly, pulling it up into a tight bun, and applied some mascara she had in her purse. Borrowing some of her deodorant and an extra toothbrush, they were both soon ready for work.

"You clean up pretty nice," Jonathan commented, as they made their way out to the living room.

Jonathan finished cleaning himself up. He had to go meet with his teammates for practice. After all, he was still in the Stanley Cup playoffs. He ran through everything and dressed himself quickly in something that he borrowed from Aaralyn.

“The boys won’t pester me,” he said, flashing a smile at her, upon seeing her concerned look. “I’m the captain.”

“What about Sharpy?” she asked, cocking her head.

“I’ve learned to ignore that man! He doesn’t bother me!”

“What about….Kaner?” she tried.

“Kaner’s my best friend, why would he have a problem with me?”

“Oh, nothing,” she whispered, turning her head to the side.

They grabbed their things and headed out of the small apartment. Jonathan hailed a cab for them and they were eventually dropped off at his place, where his sweet new black vehicle was.

They got out of the cab, laughing with one another. The celebrity athlete for Chicago paid the fare and they walked over to the car.

“Let me get my keys!”

The cab vanished down the black once more, as Jonathan did too. He returned a few seconds later, dangling the keys from his fingers. He opened the door and hopped in. She did as well.

Jonathan started his vehicle up, turning the key in the ignition. “You like country?”

“Some. I also like rock and alternative rock too!”

The Blackhawk’s eye went wide with shock. “Same here! My favorite band right now is actually Our Lady Peace, but I like alot of the pop country music on the radio!”

He pulled out of his driveway, turning the radio up on Chicago’s most popular country station US 99.5. They drove off down the road. Aaralyn felt safe with Jonathan Toews. She thought he was a great a driver, a safe driver. Better than her.

“So, where am I going, Aaralyn?” he asked her, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him.

She told him the directions and eventually he pulled up to her work and dropped her off. She got out, closed the door, thanked him, and started to walk off, but she heard his window roll down and she paused, spinning back to him.

“I’ll pick you up later, so you can get home!”

She nodded, feeling her heart flutter inside of her chest, gleefully. She turned back around, grinning to herself. She had managed to capture the heart of her true love! Jonathan Toews was in love with her and she was madly in love with him. It was awesome. She spun back around once more and watched the small black vehicle zoom off, toward the giant building in the distance. The United Center!

“Oh, Aaralyn Northgate, you lucky duck, you snagged yourself Jonathan Toews!” she giggled to herself. It was too much of a dream to possibly be real and yet, it was! It was totally real.


Jonathan Toews pulled into the parking lot of the UC. He was alive with energy and eagerness. He was filled with a youthful jubilance. He parked his car quickly and jumped out. He rounded his car to the trunk, where he snatched his bag and his sticks up. He threw the bag’s strap over his shoulder and hurried inside.

He wandered down the familiar path, through the tunnels and into the large locker room. Luckily he wouldn’t have to keep the borrowed clothes on for much longer, as he slipped into his uniform, stuck his helmet onto his head, and grabbed his gloves, sticks, and other items. He headed out and continued down the main tunnel, that led to the ice. As he got closer, he heard voices. A few of them were good-natured and a few were a bit more angry.

He launched out of the tunnel, onto the ice. He spotted all of his teammates on the ice. Andrew Shaw and Bryan Bickell were roughing one another up, playfully. They took turns slamming one another into the boards. Brandon Saad and Marcus Kruger were watching them with interest and curiosity. They occasionally shot glances up at one another. At the far end, Marian Hossa, Patrick Sharp, Duncan Keith, Brent Seabrook, Kris Versteeg, and Corey Crawford were all gathered together, laughing their heads off. Niklas Hjalmarsson was working with his defenseman partner, Johnny Oduya. Nick Leddy, Ben Smith, and the remaining roster was at the opposite end going through a puck passing exercise, to warm up.

In the center of the ice, skating around and doing his stellar puck possession warm up exercise was the one known as Patrick Kane. Jonathan narrowed his eyes, slyly and skated up to him. He slid in, reaching his stick out and stole the puck away from his friend.

“Tazer, dammit!” Patrick cursed, slamming his stick down on the ice, before cracking a smile.

“Relax Peeks!” Jonathan smile widened and remained in place, as he mindlessly began to swivel his stick around, fooling with the little black disk in his blade.

Patrick stared at him, with an eye raised. He knew that this was not Jonathan Toews. Jonathan never smiled this much and this long. He was so lost and Patrick instantly knew that his buddy was on Cloud 9.

“Who is she?” Patrick pressed, folding his arms and giving his friend a look.

“Who is who?” Jonathan questioned, finally losing his grin. He wasn’t ready to tell Patrick about Aaralyn yet, after all they had just met.

“You met a girl, Tazer, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Yes you did. You never smile. Only a love-lust fool grins like you just were!”

“I told you I didn’t meet anyone. I’m just really happy, because we moved on!”

Patrick wasn’t having fun now. He frowned, narrowing his eyes. He didn’t like that Jonathan was purposefully hiding his feelings and obviousness that he had found a woman and was in love with her. They always told one another things like this, but why wasn’t the captain telling him about this girl?

“You never keep things like this from me, Johnny!”

“I told you I didn’t meet anyone! There is no lady, Kaner! Drop it!” Jonathan snapped, rather fiercely.

“Fine! If that’s how you want to play this?” Patrick spat and skated off from his friend.

For the rest of the practice the two best friends didn’t speak to one another. When Jonathan tried to apologize and explain to Patrick why he couldn’t tell him, the younger man simply ignored him and skated off. He made it clear that he was furious that Jonathan had snapped at him and he wasn’t prepared to have any kind of communication, acknowledgement or conversation with the captain.

Jonathan was really sorry that he had snapped at his best friend and it made him a little sad. The practice seemed to drone on for poor Jonathan Toews, but he made it and quickly left to go fulfill his promise to Aaralyn Northgate.

Notes

This isn't the last time that Kaner and Tazer will fight with one another. It will get worse the next time!! :(
Poor Tazer though...he tried to apologize and make up to stubborn Kaner!