Parker's POV

"..And that fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It’s a feelin’ alright Saturday night
And that’s how we do it ’round here
Yeah that’s how we do it ’round here.." I could feel my eye twitch as I watch Andrew dance and sing as he drove us to practice. I knew I should have hitched a ride with Patrick instead of endangering my life with Andrew's awful driving.

If I don't change the radio station now, I'm going to shoot myself in the head. I thought as I began reaching for the radio

"Ow!" I drew my hand back from the radio glaring at Andrew, who didn't even falter in his dance moves. "Why'd you slap my hand?"

"You're not allowed to change the radio station."

"Why not? This isn't even good country music." I crossed my arms, pouting.

He scoffed, stopping at a red light, "All country music is good Parks. Sorry to burst your bubble."

"No, you're wrong and I'll show you actual good music if you stop being... a Corey!" Boom, suck a dick Andrew

He chuckled, driving through the now green light, the IceHouse in sight. "A Corey? As in Corey Crawford? Are you saying I'm being a grump?"

"No, I'm saying that you're a fucking party pooper. Come on, please Andrew?" He shook his head as we pulled into the parking lot outside of Johnny's IceHouse.

"Oh would you look at that! Looks like you can't show me what real music is." That smug motherfucker I glared at him as he rolled his eyes, turning off the car "If you keep that up, your face is going to stick like that and it'll be ugly forever."

"Fuck you too Andrew." I was about to open the door when his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. I pouted my lips as I turned back to face him.

"I was just kidding Parks." His voice soft as he let go of my wrist pulling me in closer "You could never be ugly, even if you tried." He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath ghosting over my lips. The smell of peppermint and his cologne invading my senses. My new favorite scents

"Aren't you just the sweetest.." I murmured, staring into his chocolate colored eyes and wanting nothing more than to press my lips to his. To be honest, I'm really surprised I lasted this long. We had a few heated make-out sessions before we left my apartment.

Apparently Andrew's a mind reader or something, because he sure didn't waste any time pulling my lips to his. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. Fuuuuuck He ran his hands into my hair, pulling mybun out. I pulled away from him, scowling.

"Why did you do that? Now my hair's going to be all crazy." I complained as he shook his head in disagreement, smirking a little bit.

"I like your hair better down." His voice dropped an octave lower as he knotted his hand in my hair, pulling my head to the side. I let out a gasp as he pressed a kiss to my neck, " It's nice to have something to.. hold on to." I let out a soft moan as he sucked and bit a trail up my neck to my lips giving me another heated kiss.

He groaned against my lips as I ran my hands up his neck, pulling off his beanie so I could run my hands through his hair. I love his hair. I pulled away after another minute, leaning my forehead against his to catch a breather. He made a noise of protest, but he was breathing pretty heavily himself.

"As much as I love making out with you because holy shit you're a good kisser," He smirked pulling away.

"Go on."

I rolled my eyes, but continued "I don't want you to be late for practice. This is the last practice before you guys leave tonight to go to Florida and I'm pretty sure Jonny wouldn't be too happy if you missed it."

He sighed but nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, I was already late to the last two practices. Let's not make it a third one, eh?" He grinned as he pulled his beanie back on, jumping out of the car.

I shook my head but followed suit, trying to tame my hair down to look semi-acceptable in the exterior rear-view mirror while Andrew pulled his gym bag out of the backseat. I couldn't help but blush when I looked at my hair, who knew Andrew was into a little roughness. I bit my lip as he sidled up to me, bumping me with his bag. I smiled as we began walking towards the IceHouse, Andrew was chattering away about how he's excited to go to Florida and I was just nodding my head. I hate when the guys go on a road trip, it gets so boring. Andrew held the door open for me, slapping my ass once I walked by.

"Andrew!" I hissed, slapping his chest. "What if someone would have saw?"

He shrugged, "Then they would have saw. You know what would be even worse? If they saw this." Before I could even comprehend what he said, his lips were against mine. I tried pulling away, but he had a vice grip on my hips. I completely gave in when he slide his tongue into my mouth, making my knees turn to jello and my stomach fill with butterflies.

Ohholyshit. I think I like Andrew.

I pulled away after another second or two, taking a few steps back to glare at him. "You are completely... completely ridiculous! You know that?" I crossed my arms as he grinned stupidly.

"Just because I kissed you? Oh come on Parks, don't be such a prude."

"You can't just go around kissing people Andrew! People might get the wron--"

"I can if I like them." He interrupted, making me stutter and stop. I blinked a few times in confusion as he stared me down.

He.. likes me? This isn't possible. I'm nothing special, I'm actually really weird. I have an unhealthy obsession with pizza and I cry watching movies all the time. He's got to be joking, this is just a prank. He's still looking at me. What do I say? Oh god, I'm not good at this. Say something stupid!

"Uh.. is this a prank?" Smooth.

He rolled his eyes, "No Parker, that would be a cruel prank. I really do like you."

I frowned slightly "But why? I'm weird."

"You're right. You are weird, but you're pretty fucking cute." He smiled as I blushed. He glanced down, pulling out his phone to check the time. "Shit. We'll discuss this after practice okay?" He pecked my cheek as he began jogging to the locker room.

I stared after him, wondering if he really meant what he said. I shook my head, biting my lip to stop from smiling as I started towards my seat for the practice.

What am I doing? We're still in a prank war and I plan on winning it. No more distractions from now on.

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Parker's POV

"Wooo!! Go PK, go!" I cheered loudly as I watched Patrick shoot a nasty wrister past Corey. "That's my best friend!!" Patrick waved at me and skated a few circles in front of the bleachers making the people yell in excitement. Sharpy came up and slapped him in the back of the head; pushing him towards center ice, making everyone laugh at his antics.

"Wait," The girl sitting next to me turned "You know Patrick Kane?"

"Uh... kind of?" I scratched the back of my head giving them a shrug as she looked at me in disdain.

"I want proof." She crossed her arms as her boyfriend, I'm assuming, intervened.

"Tara! Don't be rude."

I shook my head and smiled, unlocking my phone and handing it to her. My background was a picture of Patrick and I kissing Lord Stanley in front of lake at his house in Buffalo with the Conn Smythe trophy sitting at our feet that was taken over this summer. I still can't get over the fact that Patrick wanted me to be part of his cup day. She handed my phone back with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be rude, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't lying."

"It's alright!" I laughed as Johnny Oduya skated past, chasing after the puck. "I wouldn't believe a random person at a practice either. I'm Parker by the way."

"I'm Tara and this is Evan, my boyfriend." She smiled happily as I waved at Evan.

"Parker, as in Parker Holloway? The Parker Holloway who is the daughter of the legendary surfer, Kei Holloway? Shit, the youngest female surfer to win the VSQ championship?" He questioned as I nodded my head.

"That's me." I blushed slightly as Tara's jaw dropped.

"I thought you looked familiar! Shouldn't you be in a surfing competition in Hawaii or Australia?" Evan elbowed Tara as I shook my head.

"I haven't surfed in an actual competition since last year, when the lockout happened. It's kind of hard to split my time up between my life in Chicago and wherever the competition is."

"Holy shit. I can't believe I'm talking with Parker Holloway." I scratched the back of my neck as I waved him off.

"I'm nothing special. Just a normal person."

"I wouldn't really consider it normal being a professional surfer and best friends with the Chicago Blackhawks." Tara deadpanned.

"Just best friends with Patrick. He was one of my first friends I made in Chicago." I smiled as I watched Sharpie pass the puck to Seabs to take a shot on Crow. "So is this your first time at a Hawks practice?" I changed the subject as I crossed my ankles on the bleachers below us as Tara shook her head.

"We've been to a few practices and a handful of games. We always come a bit early so we can try to meet the players before they come inside but all we catch is a glimpse of them." I nodded in thought as Coach Q blew his whistle, causing all of the guys to herd in towards him. Patrick skated past the glass again; making sure to knock a puck over the glass to me, sending a wink with it. I handed Tara the puck as them and a few others around us spazzed over the gift from Kaner.

"You're my new best friend!" I laughed as she hugged me in excitement. I patted her back lightly giving Evan a 'Help me' look. He shook his head and mouthed 'You're on your own'. She finally let go as the boys started to head off the ice, signalling that practice was over. People were starting to file out of the bleachers as I turned towards the couple.

"Would you guys maybe want to wait by the locker room with me? I figured maybe you would like to meet a few of them? They're really really nice guys an--"

"OF COURSE! LET'S GO!" Tara grabbed my arm and yanked me up, heading towards the door to go to the locker room. I giggled as I stumbled after her, Evan shook his head laughing trailing behind.

"So what are they like? I bet they're all really nice. Is Tazer really as serious as he comes off? Is Sharpie a huge prankster? Are Keith and Seabs really best friends? Does Brandon Bollig really have a lisp? Is Kaner really an introvert? Because I always assumed he was an extrovert..." Tara babbled on excitedly as I tried to intake all of the questions she was asking. We passed some of the IceHouse staff, I waved at them as they nodded at me allowing us to continue on our way to the locker room. "Do you think they'll even want to meet us? What if they're too busy?"

Holy shit she can talk I almost cried tears of happiness when we made it to the waiting room outside of locker room. "We can just wait for the guys to come out, they shouldn't be long." I cut her off, taking a seat on the couch.

"Oh man! This is so exciting. We're going to meet the Blackhawks!" Tara squealed, shaking Evan's shoulders as they sat down next to me. I held back a smile as Evan sent her a pointed look.

"Stop being so crazy, you're going to scare them off."

"Shut up, you're mean." Tara huffed, turning to stare at the locker room door like it was the most important thing on this earth.

I pulled out my phone, sending Patrick a quick text message.

To: PK my lovah♥
Hey loser. Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger.

Tara slapped my thigh as a freshly showered Patrick Sharp emerged from the locker room with Niklas Hjalmarsson, Duncan Keith and Brent Seabrook trailing behind him, cackling like a pack of hyenas. Seabs sent me a smirk as I glared at him.

Like I forgot about that little balloon prank.

"What are you assholes laughing at?" I questioned making them laugh even harder than before. Sharpy smirked slightly jutting a thumb in the direction where he came from

"Seems Kaner got some new ink last night, courtesy of Saader." I knew I shouldn't have left with Shawz.

"You're kidding me." He shook his head as I let out a groan, "God damn it! Why didn't we think to do that?! That's genius." Evan and Tara looked extremely confused, looking back and forth between the four guys and myself. "Oh! This is Evan and Tara. They were wondering if you guys had a little time to talk and take pictures before you leave?" I quickly introduced them, just as Kaner came out of the locker room with a huge pout on his face. He had a beanie pulled over his wet curls with a pair of dark wash jeans and a grey hoodie on. He looks like a kicked puppy, poor baby.

"My poor PK!" I exclaimed, standing up and wrapping him in a hug. He buried his face in my shoulder, holding me close.

"Did you get a tattoo too? I heard you left with Shawzy last night." He mumbled into my shoulder as I shook my head.

"Uh, no. I didn't. Or at least I don't think I did." I pulled away and pulled up the back of my hoodie, searching for a new tattoo I may have gotten last night.

"Well, he just dropped you off so of course you didn't get one. I don't really remember much last night, much less a tattoo place.. He didn't just drop you off huh?" I guess the blush on my face gave me away.

"We just watched 'Community' and we fell asleep. That's all." I defended myself as Patrick crossed his arms.

"You can't sleep with the enemy!"

"I'm not sleeping with the enemy! We're partners for life, I wouldn't do that to you!" Making out with the enemy doesn't count, right? I leaned in, pulling his head down so I could whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, I made some arrangements later in Tampa for them that will make this tattoo prank look like nothing. Just make sure they're in their hotel room by nine o'clock, alright?"

Patrick nodded his head, "Alright, I can do that." He smirked, showing off his pearly white teeth.

"Hey Parker?" I turned to look at Tara "As grateful as we are that you took us to meet some of the Blackhawks and we got to meet you, we've gotta get going. We can't thank you enough!" She tackle hugged me as I giggled.

"It's honestly no problem, I'm glad I could make it happen. Maybe next home game we can sit together, yeah?" She nodded as her and Evan made their way out of the lounge.

"I swear you're always talking to someone new." Niklas shook his head as I shrugged.

"I'm a friendly person, what can I say?" I could hear Andrew and Saader making their way towards the locker room door, their shouting and laughing a dead give away.

"So PK, did you drive today or carpool with someone?"

"I drove, need a ride?" He slung an arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I have a hair appointment in 10 minutes. As much as I LOVE this pink hair," I glared at Shawz and Saader as they walked through the locker room door "I think I'm going to have to get rid of it."

"Aw, but why!" Brandon whined making me roll my eyes.

"Because it's ugly." I laughed as I avoided looking at Andrew. If I can't see him, he can't see me

"Come on Parks, if we're going to get there in time we gotta leave now." Patrick insisted, grabbing my arm.

"Alright, alright mom." He glared at me as the others laughed. "Good luck in Tampa tomorrow night boys! Give them hell!" I waved as they all chorused their goodbyes.

"So tell me Parks," I glanced towards Pat as we made out way to his Benz "What is this prank you have planned?"

"Well..."

I'm a fucking genius.

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Andrew's POV

"Dude, I'm so fucking full." I mumbled to Saader as I laid down on my hotel bed, groaning.

We just landed in Tampa a few hours ago, everyone deciding to go out to eat at a seafood restaurant and then head back to the hotel before curfew. It was kind of weird actually, Kaner was the one pushing for everyone to get back to the hotel. Normally he was the one pushing for everyone to go out and get drinks.

Maybe he really is turning a new leaf.

"Stop being a bitch, I'm trying to watch Dog the Bounty Hunter." Saader threw a couch pillow in my direction as I flipped him off.

"Fuck you." I slurred out tiredly although it sounded like 'uckew'. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only noise coming from the TV and Brandon's loud ass breathing. I think he's getting sick or something, it's unhealthy how loud it is.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket, answering it without checking the caller id.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hey Drew!" Parker's cheery voice was like a little ray of sunshine perking me right up, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

I sat up quickly "Hey Parks." I coughed and cleared my throat, "No, I was just watching TV with Brandon."

"HE'S LYING! HE WAS SLEEPING." I threw the couch pillow back at Brandon as he cackled, dodging it.

"Ignore him. So what's up?" I sat against the headboard of my bed propping my phone between my shoulder and ear, trying not to smile as she giggled into the phone.

"Nothing really, I just wanted to make sure you landed safely in Florida. I mean, you guys. That you guys made it safely to Florida." She tried correcting herself, but I knew she meant me.

"Aw, you're so sweet. Yes, we made it safe and sound. We just got back to the hotel actually." I smirked.

"That's good, I'm glad. So, you're in your hotel room right now?" I quirked an eyebrow in interest.

"Uhh, yeah?"

"Okay good. I have a little surprise for you that should be there right about now." Just as she finished that sentence, there was a knock on the door. Saader stood up to answer, but I quickly stood up gesturing for him to sit back down.

"Oh yeah? Is it you? I mean you are kind of a good luck charm for me." She let out a laugh, and I could just imagine the blush dusting her cheeks. Shit, I miss her already

"Maybe, you'll just have to open the door and see." Her mischievous tone was almost too much to handle as I all but slammed open the door.

But what was on the other side was not what I was expecting. Instead of Parker standing on the other side, there were two huge guys dressed in skin tight t-shirts and rip away pants. My phone clattered to the floor as they stared me down.

"Are you Andrew?" One of the two guys questioned, his deep voice making me want to hide in a corner. Have you ever seen Terry Crews? Yeah, this guy puts him to shame.

"Uh... yes?"

"Hey dude, who's at the doo--" Saader cut himself off, staring at the two guys too. "Uhhhh... who's your friends here Shawz?"

The sound of laughter distracted me from our visitors. There in all of his glory, was Patrick Kane, busting a gut in the middle of the hallway while he was took pictures. I could feel the blush burning in my face as some of the guys came out of their rooms, wondering what the fuck was going on.

"Why are you guys here? You must have the wrong room." I tried shutting the door, but one of the guys stuck his arm in the doorway.

"Parker said you would say that. That's why she wanted us to tell you "Pay back is a bitch" and that we're not allowed to leave until you pay us each $500." I felt my eye twitch as Patrick laughed even harder.

"This is so much better than our last prank, holy shit."

"She got you guys good." Bollig cackled out as Leddy hooted and hollered, cheering for the guys to give us a lap dance.

Jon just sighed and shook his head. "Just pay them Shawzy, we don't have time to fuck around."

Brandon quickly forked out $500 each throwing it to them and slamming the door shut. I could still feel my eye twitching as I picked up my phone, ready to give Parker a piece of my mind but it showed that she had already hung up. But there was a text message from her.

From: Parkour
Too bad you guys paid for them to leave, they were the best strippers I could find! Needless to say, those pictures will be uploaded to the internet in a few days. Just remember, you're going to lose this prank war. Feelings or no feelings. Nighty Night boys.

"I'm going to kill her."

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