Sunday, March 14, 2010

Chapter 3-Sing Us A Song Verbeauty Man

Patrick’s POV…

Ally was currently asleep with her head on my chest when I heard a phone ringing. Both she and Jon had fallen asleep during a movie we were watching. Out of instinct I reached down and grabbed the ringing phone. I assumed it was mine not realizing that both Ally and I had the same phone at the time and answered it.

“Hello,” I said answering the phone.

“Who the hell is this,” the voice of my oldest sister asked through the phone.

OH SHIT! I answered Ally’s phone not mine, ‘Come on Pat think of a lie, think of a lie,’ I thought to myself.

“This isn’t Ally’s phone, it’s mine. You must have dialed my number and thought it was her you were calling.”

“I’m pretty sure I called Ally’s phone,” Erica said sounding furious, “What the hell are you doing answering her phone.”

“Umm…why the hell would I answer Ally’s phone. I’m in Chicago and she’s in Buffalo. I’ve been here for two months and haven’t saw her since then,” I lied.

“Whatever,” Erica huffed, “How’s training so far?”

“It’s going really well,” I said when Ally stirred and gave me a kiss on my cheek causing me to smile down at her.

“Who is it,” she whispered.

“It’s Erica,” I whispered back and her face went white when she realized it was her phone.

“Oh shit,” she whisper yelled and I smiled.

“Mom and dad said we are going to come visit you within the next week or so because opening night is right around the corner.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said, “I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too,” Erica said and I smiled, “Ally is coming too, maybe you two will finally get together while we are there.”

“Yeah I doubt that,” I smiled while lying to my sister, “I don’t think she feels the same way about me.”
Ally laughed and I gave her a kiss.

“You’ll be amazed at what you don’t know Patrick,” Erica replied and I smiled.

“I have to get going because Jon wants to go downstairs to the gym to work on his leg strength or some shit like that. I’ll call you guys later on tonight. Tell Jackie and Jess that I miss them and I will call them later on. I love you.”

“I love you too Pat,” she said, “I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

“Bye,” I said ending the call and handing Ally her phone.

“Do you think she figured it out yet,” Ally asked.

“Not a chance,” I said, “You know how she is with numbers she knows. She never programs them into her phone which is why she only has like thirty some contacts in her phone.”

“True,” Ally said smiling, “So, what are we doing today?”

“Today,” I asked, “It’s five o’clock sweetie.”

“Oh damn,” she said standing up and stretching, “Should we wake Jon up?”

“Yeah that’d be a good idea,” I said.

Before I could say anything Ally was jumping up and down on Jon’s bed and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey Kaner, seriously man, control your girl,” he said half awake.

“You got to get up man,” I said, “We’re meeting the guys at that new karaoke restaurant that Verbeauty talked us into going to.”

“Ah damn it,” Jon said sitting up, “Where’s my shirt?”

“How the hell do you fall asleep with a shirt on and wake up without one,” Ally asked and I laughed.

“Shut up,” Jon smiled picking the t-shirt up off of the floor.

“Guys I’m going to use the bathroom to get changed, make sure you two get ready,” Ally replied walking into the bathroom.

“Five bucks says Verbeauty sings Fergie,” Jon laughed and I smiled.

“Glamorous or London Bridge,” I asked and John laughed.
“I could bet my entire NHL career on Glamorous,” Jon laughed.

“Without the prompter,” I joked.

“Oh yeah, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Jon smiled, “You have no idea what he does.”

I laughed when Ally came out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go.

Normal POV...

I was nervous being the only girl going out with the guys. I haven’t really met anyone but Jon, Kris Versteeg, and Patrick Sharp. Patrick Sharp definitely gets on Jon’s nerves and I had to laugh at Jon’s whining and yelling at Sharpie as the guys called him.

“I hope jeans and dressy shirt are okay,” I said coming out of the bathroom where the boys were dressed in jeans. John had on a blue polo shirt and Patrick had on a plain white button down shirt..

“Jeans are fine,” Pat smiled standing up and giving me hug and a kiss causing Jon to make gagging noises.

“Shut the hell up Tazer,” Patrick laughed flipping off his roommate and newfound best friend.

“We better get going before Kris flips his shit if he doesn’t have a seat right in front of the stage,” Jon spoke up and we followed him out of the room. Pat took my hand and we walked to the elevator.

When we got to the restaurant, we saw Kris, Adam, Patrick, Craig, Nikolai, and Brent waiting for us.

“Just you six tonight,” Pat asked.

“Yeah, the others are too tired to come out or some shit like that,” Sharpie joked and everyone laughed.

“I guess that’s what you get when you’re old,” Versteeg joked.

“Hey Nik,” Sharpie said to the Russian goaltender, “You shouldn’t drink tonight or you’ll have to take a cabbyboulin home.”

“Ha ha real funny,” Nik fired back as we walked to the table in the front of the room.

“Why do we have to sit in the front when everyone knows who we are,” Adam Burish asked.

“I like being the center of attention,” Kris Versteeg joked.
“We already knew that Verbeauty,” Sharpie fired back and I laughed.

Throughout the night the boys were throwing down beers and shots of alcohol while Jon, Patrick, and I stayed Sober. Although Jon could drink in Canada, he could not drink in the United States yet and neither were Patrick and I.

“What do you say we go for a walk,” Pat whispered in my ear.

“That sounds good,” I whispered back and he stood up taking my hand and lead me out of the restaurant. There was a secluded park next door to the restaurant and I sat down in front of a tree, Patrick followed suit and sat next to me.

“It’s gorgeous out here in Chicago,” I said looking at the skyline that was above our heads.

“It’s not as beautiful as you are though,” Patrick said looking at me smiling and I smiled back.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner,” I asked as he took my hand is his, “It sure would have beat us being separated most of the time.”

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “I was scared I guess.”

“Scared of what,” I asked.

“Being in love,” he admitted, “I was never home, I left home at fourteen to go live in Michigan with Pat Verbeek and when I came home you weren’t the same little girl I left and I realized that I loved you then.”

I smiled and gave him a kiss, “I thought you were gross back when and then you came home from Detroit and weren’t the same little boy you were when you left.”

Pat smiled and pushed me back gently on the grass and started kissing me. Things started to get heated and the next thing I know his shirt is unbuttoned and his hands are underneath mine caressing my stomach.

“OW OW OW,” someone yelled and I looked up to see Sharpie standing over us, “Atta boy Kaner get yourself some ass in the park.”

“Bite me Sharpie,” Patrick snapped quickly getting up and helping me up off of the ground. Patrick fixed his shirt and took my hand in his and we walked back into the restaurant just in time to see Kris singing Glamorous by Fergie without the help of the prompter.

“Pay up Kaner,” Jon joked and I laughed. The boys had informed me of their bet on the way to the restaurant and Jon was right, Verbeauty was singing Glamorous.

When Kris was done everyone applauded and cheered and the boys were high-fiving each other like they had just scored a goal.

Karaoke night was over and the DJ started playing dance music on and I was laughing at Sharpie dancing like a drunken clown in the middle of the dance floor.

“Want to dance,” Pat asked.

“Sure, why not,” I said and we went to dance.

The next thing we knew both Bur and Sharpie were standing next to the DJ, “This next song goes out to our boy Kaner and his girl Ally,” Bur said.

“They almost boned each other right in the park next door,” Sharpie slurred into the microphone.

“That’s enough,” Bur laughed, “Enjoy this song.”

The next thing we know Hotline by Pretty Ricky came on causing both Pat and I to look at each other.

“We don’t have to dance to this if you don’t feel comfortable,” Patrick said.

“It’s fine, I like this song,” I smiled and started dancing. I turned around wrapping Pat’s arms around my waist and we were grinding to the music unaware that Jonathan was trying to get our attention with Sharpie mocking him behind his back.

“SHARPIE KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF,” Jon snapped causing the guys to cheer as Pat and I turned around into the direction he was pointing and froze in the spot we were in. There stood Erica, Patrick Sr., and Donna along with Jackie and Jessica.

“Care to explain what the fuck is going on here,” Erica asked.

“Language Erica,” Donna scolded.

“It’s nice to see that I am being lied to by my brother and my best friend,” Erica said turning around to walk out of the restaurant.

“Erica, let us explain,” Pat tried to reason with her.

“I will not let you two explain anything, you both lied to me,” Erica said with her voice cracking, “Pat you lied this morning when you said I called your phone instead of Ally’s and Ally you lied and said you were going to visit your grandma. I don’t know what hurts worse my brother lying to me or my best friend.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Whatever,” Erica said walking out of the restaurant.

Patrick wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him kissing my forehead, “Mom, dad, Jackie, Jess meet my girlfriend Ally. I’m sure you guys already know her.”

“Dude, your sisters are fucking hot,” Sharpie slurred staring at Jessica and Jackie, “and that one that left is a real fire cracker, Sharpie likey.”

“Not now Sharpie,” Patrick said turning his attention to his parents who were still shocked.

Great, this is not how I wanted our relationship to come out. Things were off to a great start with Pat’s family.

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