After the game on Friday I felt as if I needed a Patrick purge. So after we had a late dinner I turned off my phone and shoved it in my underwear drawer. This was something new I was trying; I didn't know how long it would last and laughed about the whole thing. I didn't talk to Patrick until Wednesday afternoon and it was for a really selfish reason. I called him from the Mag mile. I was already down there picking up these earrings from Forever 21 and I had to pick up something from the Blackhawks store so I figured kill 2 birds right?

"Hey...Patrick." I said not sure if he'll talk to me.

After all the sun was still out.

"What's going on?"

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving Johnny's West."

"So...I'm totally stressed...and I really- think could we get together? I know you don't usually before-"

"What? Wait. Yes."

"Huh?"

"Come over."

"I just need less than an hour."

"Take the whole hour. Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'll be downstairs in less than 15?"

"I'm pulling into my garage in about 10."

"See ya."

"Totally."

I hung up with Patrick and looked at my phone. I can't believe that worked. I pulled my hat onto my head a little more and zipped my hoodie a bit closer to my neck. I pulled the door open and the door man just shot me this look. I mumbled Patrick's number and he buzzed me straight in with this grin on his face.

I couldn't get to Patrick's quicker as I unzipped my Hoodie and took my hat off. Usually I would have had my shoes off from the time I hit the elevator but there was something on the floor and I didn't wanna risk it. Patrick's door opened as I already had my hands on his zipper.

"I've been thinking about this all afternoon," I said softly panting, kissing his lips, "I almost had to start by myse-" I then stopped.

"My dad is here." Patrick sighed, placing one quick kiss on my neck.

"What now?"

"What you want for dinner Buzz. I'll make- hello."

I pushed Patrick in the chest as he walked backwards and more of the condo came into view. I poked my head further into Patrick's kitchen and groaned.

"That IS your dad..." I mumbled.

"My dad."

"Well you should have told me!"

"He just...I forgot."

"Ok. I'll see you later?"

"No- I mean..."

"Do you still...fine."

I gave Patrick another small push in his chest and his dad just looked around at me. I gave a small smile and pulled Patrick in his jeans.

"So...I'm going to go and bone your son before class...we will be right back." I said with a smile.

Pat gave me this look and I hauled Patrick into the bedroom. I locked the door and pushed Patrick on the bed in one swift moved. I took my shirt off and Patrick's eyes danced on my chest. I moved my hand down, unbuckled my belt, button and slowly brought down the zipped. As I moved closer to him he scurried further onto the bed and pulled me towards him by my underwear. My knee was between his legs as I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. There was a passion in his kiss but nothing happening down below. His eyes looked down at me and I slowed down what I was doing.

"What Patrick?" I asked putting my hair into a ponytail.

"Do you know what you just told my dad?"

"Yea. Pretty sure he doesn't believe me. Can you please just get hard for me?"

After messing around for 10 minutes, Patrick just couldn't get it up. This pissed me off to no extent and I just stood there trying to figure something out. As I pulled all my clothes on I then saw a jersey of his on the floor and pulled a Sharpie out of my bag.

"Sign this." I said begrudgingly.

"Why?"

"Just...do it."

Patrick signed the jersey and I opened his room door.

"Next time I ask you for something for a Fund Raiser Patrick...have it ready. Please." I sighed.

"I told you I forgot." Patrick mumbled, "Dad this is Kristy. Kristy this is my dad Pat Sr."

"Nice to meet you Senior." I said extending my hand.

"You too Kristy. What Fund Raiser?" Pat Sr. asked.

"My roomies League she's starting soon. They're having a rough time finding money to buy ice to practice on and have not...it's nothing."

"But Fund Raiser…?"

"Yea. Signed Jersey...a pair of tickets that Patrick is also providing for me and an iPod Nano that I own, that happened to be unopened."

"How much are tickets?" Pat Sr. asked.

"$5."

"$5? And I can win a signed Patrick Kane jersey? Nice."

I think I'm gonna like Patrick Sr.

I stood there with a half-smile on my face and shook my head. Pat Sr. took out his wallet and bought $30 worth of these "raffle tickets". Pat Jr. just looked at me like I was full of shit and gave me this smile. This smile was all mine and it was great.

"Oh no- Patrick's dad. I couldn't-"

"It's Pat Sr... and don't worry about."

"I actually can't. Because I left the raffle tickets at home...and-"

"Give them to Patrick."

"Alright...thanks."

"I do hate you Kris."

"You're just mad because already- you dad loves me more than you."

"I did score the game winning-"

"Shut up."

"Dad. Have you met Kristy? Kristy. This is my dad."

I gave Pat Sr. a hug and shoved the $30 in my clutch with a post-it marked Rabid_Cubs. I folded the jersey, shoved it in my purse and fixed Patrick's shirt. It looked all out of sorts.

"So how do you guys know each other?" Pat Sr. asked.

"I have friends who do a mixer league at Johnny's West and this one forgot his phone in his stall. My friends were downstairs smoking, I put my phone down so did he...and I had his phone for like 3 days..."

"I call him everyday."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea."

"Sure?"

"It was sometime a few weeks ago when you were here dad." Pat Jr. added.

"Ok. Then..."

"Paco. I have to go to class. And turn in a paper or something. Later?"

"And...I have a game tonight."

"Oh."

"Come?"

"Because I didn't get to Patrick. So I won't be going to." I whispered softly so only he could hear me, "Nice meeting you Pat Sr."

"Are you coming to the game tonight?" Pat Sr. asked.

"No I've got class until...6:55pm."

"Good the game starts at 8p."

Patrick gave me this half smile and I exhaled.

"I don't have a car-" I started.

"Oh! I'll send one for you." Pat Jr. stated quickly.

"Great! See you there." Pat Sr. added.

"Yea..." I grumbled.

"Don't let Pops down now." Patrick added.

"So the usual 4 tickets?" I said with a smile.

"Of course."

"Alright...I'm gone."

I pulled the door shut behind me and made a vague call to Autumn about this fake...soon to be real raffle tickets fund raiser. I knew I'd have 400 questions but I figure if I go underground quick enough I won't be bothered. I had just gotten out of the elevator and through the first set of doors when I saw Patrick come through a side door.

"I hate you Kane." I said with a shove.

"You have to come now."

"And if I forget?"

"My dad...invited you. You HAVE TO come."

"Why couldn't you get hard up there? Blood mixing in with your Whiskey?"

"I don't know. Usually...just the thought of you...on me gets me going...I don't know it's dumb."

"Clearly."

"I mean best friends don't have sex right?"

"Exactly. Best friends hook their friends up with Right Wings."

"Hossa is married Kris."

"I want the Swede."

"No!"

"Patrick...can I call you Buzz?"

"No."

"Why are you down here?"

"My dad told me to drive you to school."

"Seriously?"

"Yea. Come on."

"You're going to leave him alone?"

"He's a grown man. He'll be fine."

Patrick took my hand and I shook my hand out of his. I have NO idea what is coming over this retard but I didn't need him getting too touchy feely with me. As we made our way towards the garage in silence I pulled my hoodie on my head and Patrick got this smile. I walked a few paces in front of him and enquired.

"What ya creep?" I demanded.

"You'll see."

We finally made it to the truck and I jumped into the passenger's side. Patrick put the key in the ignition and stared at me. Moments later his lips were on mine and he placed my hand strategically on his lap. My mouth dropped as I moved my hand and started to crack up a bit.

"The fuck sir? There are cameras." I stated.

"And?"

"I don't want my ass in the air...on camera."

"It won't...it'll be on my penis."

"Patrick!"

"I am solid...do this for me."

"I'm not this kind of person Patrick."

You know what. I am. But I mean why would I do this for him? There wasn't a point to me having sex in this truck with him, but to say I've had sex in a truck with him. Wait. This is starting to make a little more sense. I was toying with the idea more and more in my head and dropped the zipper on my hoodie just a little more.

"But you wanna be. You like to do it with the blinds open and the lights on. You're a pseudo-exhibitionist."

"Patrick."

"You can whisper my name while you're on me. Let's go." Patrick stated as his face made its way closer to mine.

"No cameras?"

"I mean...who knows."

"No cameras?"

"Oh no. Dead zone."

Patrick produced protection and I didn't know what else to think. Patrick leaned over the seat with my hand still in his lap and I just smirked. I unbuckled his jeans, pulled the zipper down and his excitement sprung forth. I thought about this for a while and unbuttoned my pants. I was already on my knees with my lips on Patrick's as he pulled down the zipper and pulled my black skinny jeans over my butt. He pulled them down as far as he could and ran his hand on the inside of my thighs. I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have been as turned on as I was and he loved it. At this moment I think that's all that mattered.

With his hand in between my thighs and my lips fighting his for attention I was close to that first wave. My hands were on his face continuously trying to kiss his lips as his blue eyes stared me down. I was on the edge of that first wave and pulled my mouth off of his. I had a solid grip on his shirt as I panted like the bitch in heat that I was, and my other hand moved to the dash near the radio.

I came...hard and all Patrick could do was smile from ear to ear. He put his fingers to his lips and licked me off of them as I slowly caught my breath and the alarm suddenly went off. Patrick hit the unlock button on his keys and what ever CD that was in his player started.

Not sure why he was listening to 'The Biggie Duets' but 'Nasty Girl' came on and my pants came all the way off. I wasn't quite sure how this would work but Patrick made it work. He put the chair all the way back and tapped his lap.

"Just sit on it." Patrick said with a smirk.

"God I just..."

I threw my leg over Patrick's lap and ran into the horn. All this I did in one motion as all I did was laugh and he guided my hips on to him. I moved my lips to his neck and his hands went under my shirt. He was about to unhook my bra when I stopped him right there.

"It's gonna take forever to get back on Patrick." I mumbled.

"You know I like these...and the piercings."

"No."

"Fine."

My shirt went up over my head and he was kissing the top of my breasts. His hands gripped and clawed as I moved my hips to please him. He pulled my bra down and all I could do was roll my eyes. But there was something about his hands that I just loved when they touched me. Patrick's arms wrapped themselves around my back and I arched my back as his face came closer to my chest. In that motion the horn went off again and I shushed it. It was the moment that he put his hand between us that he was actively trying to get me to orgasm again.

I was raping his face with my lips and moved over to his cheeks and then his ears as he held on to my hips and moved my body. I was surprised when he slid in me a bit deeper and I bit his lower lip. As I was scratching the back of his head with my nails something felt different. I took the hat off of his head and sighed.

"You...cut...your hair." I softly whispered.

"Shhh."

"Oh Patrick."

"Again."

"Patrick..."

"Faster."

I came with his lips on my neck and when he came I couldn't stop laughing because the alarm went off again. I moved my hips slowly and smoothly on his until he was finished. I then kissed him on his nose for the good effort. He reached over to hit the alarm off and I moved off of him but not before hitting the horn.

The moment I fixed my pants and Patrick adjusted his, there was a knock on the window. We both jumped and it was only security. Patrick rolled down the windows and he looked at the both of us.

"Your alarm and horn kept going off..." He stated.

"Yea. I was having trouble with this...we're fine."

"Ok."

Patrick gave a smile and the guard walked off.

"Put the window up. You're letting the stank out." I stated laughing my ass off.

"You are...something else."

"Yea. Keep the window down."

Patrick finally found his way to the 90-94 On ramp because obviously I didn't know what I was talking about. I am pretty sure that 28 years of my life the 90-94 on ramp is near Ed Debevic's on Ontario and then you fucking merge.

I got into a heated shouting match with Patrick like I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. When we finally passed Ed Debevic's on ONTARIO he wouldn't talk to me at all. I did the Universal 'Jerk Off' motion, crossed my arms and fell into my phone where I got 35 AIM messages and 15 texts from Autumn about tonight.

With the way I'm feeling right now I don't even want to watch Patrick play.

"Kristy, where do I get off?" Patrick asked.

"In a sock from now on?"

"Ok. Enough."

"What?"

"Ok. So you're still mad. Too bad. It's finished. Get over."

"Whatever."

"Where am I-"

"Peterson. Down to Pulaski. A right. Then a left onto Bryn Mawr."

"Got it."

I had blocked Patrick out and being yelled by Autumn on AIM.

AutDrunkTum: what now?

Pink83: tonight. The Hawks game.

AutDrunkTum: how did you keep getting tickets?

Pink83: don't asked questions. Just be there with what's his face and what's her name and I'm coming from school...

AutDrunkTum: this doesn't make any sense

AutDrunkTum: tickets to the BHawks tonight...

Pink83: just do it. Or I'll be there alone.

AutDrunkTum: then I won't come.

Pink83: that's fine.

"What?" I asked Patrick.

"What name. Do I put the tickets under?"

"You don't know my name Patrick?"

We had just gotten off of the express and I turned in my chair to get a good look at him. This I couldn't believe. I hope he was just kidding.

"Shut up Kristy. I MEAN. With the way you're acting I'm this close from making it Supreme Bitch Overlord of Ice Planet 88."

"For real dude? Is this because Super Galactic Cunt Monkey couldn't fit, a right after that viaduct at the light, on the back of your jersey?"

"Super Galactic Cunt Monkey?"

"Supreme Bitch Overlord of Ice Planet 88?"

Patrick shook his head and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes this kid, I don't know about him. I was dropped by the CLS building and I still felt like I was adjusting myself. Because I WAS trying to rush out of that car I forgot my bookbag along with the jersey. He probably yelled at me 3 times before I noticed he was standing outside of the truck with my things.

"Kiss for good luck?" Patrick asked.

"No. You need to...clean things. See you later."

"So you ARE coming?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You're coming." Patrick said stealing a kiss before he jumped in his car.

This is going in the wrong direction. I have no idea what is wrong with this boy. First meeting the guys, his dad, sex in the car- during the day, he drops me off and I've been coerced into going to one of his games- again, this is ridiculous. Pineapples, I don't like it.

When I exited my last class of the evening I quickly threw everything on and rushed out the door. I didn't have to go further than the end of the hallway. There was some guy holding up a sign that had the Official Blackhawks seal on it my name written to the left of it. I walked by him just to make sure and tapped him on the shoulder.

"That's me." I said shaking my head.

"Alright let's go."

The driver took my bookbag as I pulled my hat onto my head. We went down the stairs and into the parking lot where this Escalade was waiting. I jumped in and the driver took off. When I clicked my seatbelt I got a call from Autumn.

"When will you get here?" Autumn asked.

"Where?"

"The UC."

"Oh! I forgot. 45 mins."

"You special tard."

"Yea well."

"We're gonna go get food by Johnny's text me when close."

"Yea totally."

At exactly 33 minutes I pulled up to the UC box office. I took out the 4 jersey's that were in the truck with me and looked around for Sunny, AK & Rae. They were just walking up all looking a bit irritated. I stepped up to the box office right as AK walked up to me.

"How did you get 4 tickets to tonight's game?" AK asked.

"I told you I know someone on the inside." I responded.

"Did Junie or Alvin finally come through?"

"I wish."

The girl at the ticket window was giving me so much grief. I just didn't understand why Patrick would say that I'd have tickets here and have them not be here. I picked up my phone to yell at him when all I got was the voicemail. I should have known better. With only twenty minutes to puck drop there would be no reason to for him to have his phone on. And if it was on I don't think that he'd have the gull to actually answer it. I paced back and forth about to rip my hair out when I looked at her and she shook her head.

"Is it under Supreme Bitch Overlord?"

"Of?"

"Omicron Persi 8?"

"No."

"Oh. Of Ice Planet 88."

"Yep. And here are your tickets ma'am. What do you call him?"

"Super Galactic Cunt Monkey."

"Right."

I handed out tickets and we went through the regular entrance. Sunny and Rae looked more closely at the tickets, the direction we were going in and how many check points that we were going through when Rae just stopped.

"Were's Ra-" AK said mid-sentence.

"Do you guys know where we're sitting?" She asked.

"Somewhere far. Pineapples. I don't like this." Sunny pouted.

"No. We're near their Friends and Family suite." Rae stated.

"No. We're IN the Friends and Family suite." I corrected as I walked in first.

"How are you a friend and/or family of any Blackhawk?"

"Oh my goodness. It's a pregnant Abby Sharp." Autumn said covering her mouth like a yawn, "and a pregnant Hossa's wife."

"Yea I mean this is the first time that-"

"Kristy!"

I looked up and Patrick's dad was pulling me into a hug. My friends looked at me and wanted to know what I knew. I was about to tell them and didn't think I'd see Patrick Sr. as soon as I walked in. I quickly texted Autumn and she just rolled her eyes at me. I needed her to keep up this thing about the raffle. Although it may not come up, might as well.

"Hey Pat Sr. This is Rae, he is Sunny and this is my roommate Autumn who's team we're raising money for, for ice." I said just getting it out there.

"Do you have the raffle tickets?" Pat Sr. asked, "she picked up the jersey earlier."

"Oh good." Autumn started, "I've been asking about that thing for days."

"What raffle?" Rae asked.

"The one to buy more money and ice time. You get to win the signed Kane jersey, a 4 pack of tickets, and a Nano."

"Oh yea. I just bought $20 worth." Sunny added as if he was in on this.

"How come-" Rae started.

"Shh...just don't." I said laughing.

When Patrick Sr. and I were talking about the game Autumn went over the thing with Rae. She just looked over at me confused like she was upset that I didn't tell her. I shrugged my shoulders and didn't realize a simple lie was just going to be irritating.

Between the drinking and the bonding we mostly stayed out in the stands watching the games. Occasionally Patrick's dad made conversation with me but he was doing the same thing. All he did was sit and watch the game. He just liked to sit and watch his son play.

The game ended and we all met up with Patrick after he was dressed. I didn't know how to explain Patrick and so I decided to go with the truth but his dad didn't need to know that I was a ONS (one-night-stand) that he decided to keep around.

"2 goals? You can do better." I said rolling my eyes.

"Can't we just leave now so I can bend you over something?" Patrick demanded trying to kiss my neck.

"I kinda sorta wanna do it in the truck again."

"Dad leaves tomorrow we can do it all over the house."

"That sounds so wrong lovey."

"I know. Why do I like your face?"

"I don't know. Come on."

I introduced everyone to Patrick and it was just strange. I mean you know who Chicago Blackhawks Number 1 draft pick Patrick Kane is but then did you really expect YOUR friend to know Patrick Kane? Pat Jr., Pat Sr., Sunny, Rae, AK and myself caught some food after the game. I tried my best to keep Patrick off of me and it worked for the most part. But all I knew was that he was horny after 2 goals and needed to get it in.

Me: We have to keep our stories straight Buzz.

PK: what are we going with.

Me: the phone thing because that's what your dad knows.

PK: I mean

PK: can't we just go with the truth?

Me: you know what- yes we can. How does this sound:

Me: oh that yea she walked up to me and said 'Don't you wanna show me that Kane curve' and the next thing I know she's riding my cock.

PK: keep talking like that I'll have to take you to the back of this restaurant.

"Oh fuck you Patrick." I said laughing giving him a shove.

"But it was funny!"

"Stop farting in my direction you god damn pig."

"That's what best friends do!" Patrick stated.

"You are retarded."

"How long have you guys been hanging out?" Rae asked.

"Weeks? 2 months maybe? After Vancouver gave them a good spanking I think." I said rolling my eyes.

"Dad you were at that game. You don't remember her?"

"No Patrick. I just remember coming home, making you soup because you were all pouty."

"Aww Patrick."

We dropped everyone off and the last 2 that needed to me dropped off was me and Amber.

"Thanks Patrick and Patrick." I said scratching at Buzz's hair from the back seat.

"You know Patrick Kane Jr. How did that happen?" Autumn asked.

"It's ridiculous I know. I don't even like her." Patrick stated.

"Fuck you Patrick. Why don't you hook me up with Stålberg?"

"Get the hell outta my car."

"Later Pat Sr. Later Buzz."

"Bye ladies."

"Bye."

"Hate you Kris."

"No one likes her." Autumn added.

"I like her." Pat Sr. stated.

"Why?" Pat Jr. & Autumn said at the same time.

"Your dad is awesome!"

"I know."

Sunday Patrick had just stopped texting me. That was strange because he usually gives me a 'At blank talk to you soon' or a 'getting on the ice, give me a hail Mary'. I wanted to know WHO Patrick was in so I made that call.

"What's her name Patrick that you can't text me back?" I demanded.

"Hi Kristy."

"Oh! Patrick Sr. Sorry...where is that one?"

"He's about to drop the puck for the CPD/Firefighters hockey game."

"Really?"

Patrick and I had linked our Gmail calendars because he thought it would be so great. The funny thing is that I never added anything in mine so it was just kind of pointless. But him, if I would have checked it would have said NHL 36 taping Sunday & Monday and on Sunday it would have said what Patrick Sr. told me.

"Tell him I'll talk to him later then?"

"Here...Patrick."

"Hello...Kristy. Sorry I stopped talking I was driving...I'm being recorded...things of that sort."

"So I will talk to you Tuesday?"

"No. I mean just wait until I've shaken these guys."

"They're not the cops in Grand Theft Auto."

"They might as well be."

"What show is this?"

"NHL 36."

"Never heard of it."

"Of course. New show."

"What's it about?"

"36 hours in my life."

"So even tomorrow?"

"Yea. Just with extra cameras in my face."

"Got it...so...then- when is your dad leaving?"

"Tuesday morning. What are you getting at?"

"Nothing. I'll talk to you later."

"Did you want something? You only call when you want something."

"No. Not anymore."

"Tell me what you want? I already know what you want. Just say it."

"Can you drop by?"

"And?"

"I just...I need you to hold me. Please?"

It wasn't until later that Patrick came through and I was sleeping on the couch. He woke me up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We went to my room and laid there as I gripped him in his shirt and fell into a deeper sleep. When I woke up he had already slipped out and was at 10:30am practice. I tuned into that live feed that they had and quickly closed it, I was tired of being that creep.

When I finally realized that Patrick had texted me as soon as he left I texted back. I knew I probably wouldn't see him until next week and I had ready found myself ok with that. I knew if I wanted to go to the Coyotes game there would have been a ticket waiting for me but with Pat Sr. already being there I thought it over kill.