"Great game boys!" I attempted to add among the screams of my remaining team, the rest having ran out to their families for a celebration. We were all smiling, soaked in sweat and some Gatorade, courtesy of Crawford.

Well, I was until I turned to see Toews packing up, not exactly looking like he planned on joining us for drinks. "You not coming out with the boys?" I questioned, following him out with my own stuff dragging behind me.

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna head back home, my sister just ended some thing she had with a guy and she didn't do to well on this one assignment so we're just gonna hang out," he didn't look too thrilled, but that was Jonny. He was a good guy. A good guy who was chatting with the guy who slept with his baby sister.

Two weeks ago.

And he didn't know.

"Ah, come on, man! Come on out! Just give her Netflix and a bottle of wine and she'll be fine!" Yeah, I shouldn't be encouraging him to ditch his sister, but after a win like this it was either that or tell him to bring her along, and everyone knew that wouldn't be a good idea. And it's no man behind - and if he can convince him to actually have a good time after a good win, then it was his duty as the best friend. "Come on, Tazer, don't be a buzzkill. Just call her and tell her you've gotta go out with the boys! Bros before hooooo-uuuuhh, female relatives."

He watched as he contemplated the offer, a smile gradually creeping onto his mouth as he took out his phone, most likely dialling his sister's number. It took a moment, Jonny shaking his head with a smirk as I clapped, waiting for his approval.

"Hey, Alli... yeah, I know, but the boys are bugging me to go out... yeah, it was a big win," he flashed him a worried look, skeptical as to whether it would work or not.

"Come on, let him free!" I called out, triggering the yells of several of the others who were left in the changeroom.

"Huh? Oh, just the guys... Yeah, that was Kaner... Oh, okay, yeah that's okay - you want us to pick you up? Yeah, yeah that's a good idea! Okay, I'll ask him," he covered the speaker of the phone, turning his attention to Patrick with a hopeful expression. "Yeah, she's gonna come... if I go pick up Lindsey and bring her along can you grab Alli at my place?"

I tried my best to keep my expression serious, his heart beginning to pound as he fumbled for words. Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

"Uh, yeah, why not?! Tell her I'll be there in like... Uh, like fifteen minutes."

Bad decision
...

"Hey, yeah it's Patrick... gonna let me up?" I spoke into the speaker, hands wandering into his pockets and gradually straying to rub at the back of his neck.

And, moments later, I found myself at her door, giving a few quick knocks before shoving my into my pockets, preparing myself for what I remembered about her two weeks ago. God, I wasn't looking forward to having to look at her all night and not be able to make any moves. Even if Jonathan had his own hot distraction, I could already expect him to be checking in every once and a while, requesting that I would 'take care of his baby sister.'

And, suddenly, in the middle of this self- conversation, she opened the door.

"Holy-Uh... Hey."

---

Ending things with the guy? Not a big deal.

The only part that bugged me was the fact that he was sexy as hell: this guy could literally be a Hollister model. Why was that bad? Because I didn't even care. I didn't think he was that hot. I didn't think that the sex was that good. Honestly, the pain in the ass thing was that throughout the whole fling all I could think about was Patrick fucking Kane. Man, that boy was a wonder in bed.

And my brother making plans with them and delaying their own, boring ones? Brought the fact to her attention that I could be with him again. Yeah, he probably wouldn't even touch me again, but at least I could stare.

"Who's that in the background... Patrick? ... Yeah, Jonny... could I maybe come? How about you bring Lindsey! ... Yeah, sounds good, maybe just get someone to drive me? Patrick... oh, yeah, okay." Oh, God, this was probably not gonna turn out well.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I hopped up from the couch and ran to the nearest mirror, almost breaking out in tears as I saw what I'd turned into after a tub of icecream and a day of Netflix.

But, after a good twenty minutes of effort, I'd managed to fix up my hair and apply what little makeup I bothered with, slipping on the first presentable and comfortable thing I could find, which happened to be an almost Tiffany-blue, long sleeve dress. Hearing a knock at the front door, I quickly fixed my hair and verified I looked alright before picking up some heels and skipping to the door. "Coming, coming!"

I probably wasn't ready. There was a pretty good change that I was going to reeeeally regret this, especially if he was going to end up looking as good as I anticipated he would. Then again, seeing him after games, I knew that he would look regardless of what he wore.

"Hol-Uh... Hey," although most of it was mumbled, I managed to pick up on the hello, which I acknowledged with a smile. God, I was right. Shit, he looked great. Like more than great. Like, he was gorgeous. Better than the potential Hollister model, for sure.

"Hey," I managed to hold onto my previous smile, opening the door wider for him to come on in, "You can wait inside, I'll just be a second."

---

Holy. Shit.

She looked amazing, obviously. And I don't really argue when she invites me in, wandering awkwardly behind her, watching as she slips on her shoes before rushing into her bedroom. I find myself sitting on the arm of the couch, fingers idly brushing over my knees. There's a small crashing noise coming from the washroom, and I turn to see her bent over, gathering some loose items she must have dropped.

Originally, it's just a quick glance, but she looks pristine in that dress. Her legs, her ass, her everything... not to mention she's adorable as hell while she's swearing at herself, scrambling to gather everything back into it's bag.

But, I'm caught staring, making awkward eye contact as she glances over, flashing him an embarrassed smirk as she proceeds to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear as she works. I'm pretty sure I was grinning, even when I turned back around and stood up, pacing for a bit and occasionally watching her speed from room to room. "All good?" she'd returned from her scrambling, touching herself up one last time as she offered a mild smile - much less confident than at the family dinner.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I smiled and pulled open the door for us, wondering why the hell I had ever agreed to this and how the hell this car ride was going to work.

---

I just tried to follow Patrick, not attempting to keep any sort of conversation going. My plan was definitely not turning out to be a good one, realizing that this night probably wasn't going to be as fun if all they could do was awkwardly stare at one another. And if it kept up, Jonny would no doubt notice if he wasn't focused fully on Lindsey and the victory.

As soon as we'd reached the curb, Patrick instinctively laid a hand on the small of my back, looking for any incoming traffic before stepping out, glancing at her once and offering an awkward, apologetic smile before removing his hand.

Yeah, definitely going to be awkward.

But, he did walk around the other side, pulling open her door for her and shutting it once she was in. He casually made his way back to the other side, waving at a few stray fans on the sidewalk they'd previously been on before climbing into the car himself.

It was a few minutes of silence in the car before I shifted, sitting closer to his side and glancing over at him briefly. Yeah, he was definitely still hot. And he was definitely still trying to avoid eye contact.
Without glancing elsewhere, he pressed play to whatever CD he must have had in, breaking out in a smirk before I could realize whatever he was laughing at. "What?" but I already knew as the Taylor Swift started up, Blank Space coming on loud and clear, and I returned the laugh, tilting my head down into my hand. "Oh my God, Patrick Kane is a Swiftie."

"Oh, come on! You have to admit her songs are pretty damn catchy," he countered, clearly defending her as he started bobbing his head in tune with the music, and I couldn't help but do the same.

But the real fun started once he burst out in singing, taking a hand off the wheel to hold which she assumed was an imaginary microphone, leaning over towards her with a grin,
"Oh my God, look at that face You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny, rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend"

I laughed with him, "You're a horrible singer!"

"Am not!" he put on a fake expression of shock an insult, much alike the one he'd shown at the dinner...

No. No flashbacks. No reminiscing. No -

He did it. He leaned across and pulled me into a kiss, leaving me only enough time to realize that the light had only just turned red, which still wouldn't leave us with too much time. I wasn't going to give up prime Patrick Kane time. I lifted my hand to brush over his shoulder, gripping onto the firm muscle as my other hand steadied me across the center, trying to avoid hitting the gear shift or anything. I felt his tongue graze over my lips, taunting as my hand moved to curl around his neck, biting gently down on his lower lip with a faint smirk. We continued on like this for a few moments until the cars behind us starting protesting with honks, leaving us to glance up and realize that the light had turned green.

He cleared his throat, me returning to my previous seat and him pulling through the light, faint smirk still in tact. I bit down lightly on my lower lip, glancing over to find him looking at me as well, looking as though he was about to apologize.

"'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name"

I burst out into the same dramatic performance he's done, pointing at him at the last part before they both broke out into grins, laughing as they pulled into the parking lot, her smile fading lightly as she spotted Jonathan's car. She'd forgotten about everything... the fact that she'd just made out with her brother's best friend for, like... the third time.

We pulled into a spot, both of us hopping out of the truck a little slower than we should have, me personally not wanting to really leave our little Taylor Swift environment.

"So is that how you do it?" I asked out of nowhere, leaning back against the front of his car before we could get much closer to the restaurant, arms folding over my chest as I smiled lightly, "You turn on Taylor Swift, do your little singing, and then pull the girls right back in?"

---

I turned with a smirk, shaking my head as I wandered over to her, hands in my pockets as I stopped just before her, giving her a once over. Obviously I wasn't anticipating the Taylor Swift to get heated like that, but I couldn't blame the fact that song was contagious. "Maybe, if there were any other girls... and if I was actually confident enough to blast Taylor Swift around them," I replied, my hands slipping out of my pockets to rest against the car on either side of her, looking as we were dangerously close, but neither of us made a move.

Yeah, there had been other girls, and I wanted there to be after what happened between us, but I couldn't. They weren't pretty enough, tall enough, blonde enough... after her, I couldn't really focus on anyone else. And, no matter how drunk I got, I didn't really want anyone else anyway.

I looked down at her, admiring her from the comfortable distance, smiling lightly as she bit down lightly on her lower lip. "God, I hate when you do that," I mumbled, reaching a hand up to glove over her cheek, pulling her back into me once again. There was no hesitation before she returned the kiss, deepening it as quickly as he'd started it, both of them knowing that they should probably make it good before they had to sit through a night with Jonny watching.

Gradually, the kisses slowed, the two of us pressed against each other as much as we were against the car. My hands trailed along her lips, her's against my chest and shoulders. But, eventually, when my phone began to buzz, I reluctantly pulled back.

She took a moment to catch her breath, her hands still pressed against my chest as she leaned her head into me with a smirk, glancing up at me while I pressed a kiss on her forehead and brought my phone to my ear. "Hey, Jonny... yeah we're just outside, be there in a minute." I hung it up with a sigh, glancing down at her pouting face with a smirk. "God, you ruined me," my arms snaked around her one more time, pulling her flesh against me and pressing one more kiss on her lips, lifting her lightly off the ground as she chuckled beneath him.

"The feeling's mutual, Kane."

Notes

this one was a bit longer and i personally liked it. if the change in pov is confusing without saying who it's is then let me know! thanks for all the readers and subscribers! i hope everyone's enjoying it. the next one should probably be more interesting.