Tuesday about 9:45pm Patrick started to blow up my phone. I hung my head and knew what this was. There's just something I really hated about kicking girls out of his apartment. Especially, when his dad had just left a few hours ago. I got out of work, into a cab and down to Trump Towers.

"Kristy." Randall said with a smile.

"What does this one look like?" I asked fixing my glasses.

"Blonde...a nice pair of- eyes."

"Was she walking in front of him or behind him?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. After all, I walk next to him. Unless I'm walking backwards to get some sort of information from him."

"She was walking...behind him?"

"He can pick 'em."

I waved the grey door buzzer on my keys at the sensor and walked through to the elevators. Patrick kept texting me and I could not believe that he couldn't wait. When I got to the front door I opened it and he pointed to the bedroom from where he was sitting on the couch. He was sitting there drinking a beer playing Modern Warfare 3. I sighed and threw a puck at him that was on the island. He quickly caught it with one hand and flipped me off with the next. After all I didn't want to hurt him. I went towards the bedroom and stood in the doorway. She was lying among the sheets and looked at me.

"Take a picture Lesbo it'll last longer." She replied to me.

"Sweety…blow me. He's got The Clap. You should go see someone about that." I said as I waited for her to go running out the door.

In her haste she forgot her iPhone and I had Patrick's MacBookPro open. I've gotten really good at erasing cell phones of these little Twats that don't want to comply. She knocked on the door and I was right there.

"What's your passcode?" I questioned.

"No." she responded.

"This Lesbo don't ask twice."

I plugged her phone in and within 5 minutes of banging on the door and irritating me I was finished. I opened the door, gave her half of a smirk and a "new" Factory Settings iPhone.

"You're a Bitch." She responded.

"But I thought I was a Lesbo?" I asked.

"But you're fucking-"

"Patrick what's her name?"

Patrick looked at me, her, put his hand in his hair and gave a small scratch.

"What's my name Patrick?" I asked.

"Kristy."

"You're a Bitch. Later."

I slammed the door on her and Patrick was giving a smile from behind me. When I turned on my heel I pointed to his room and he went to go change his sheets. I locked up the place and shut off most of the lights. I went to his room grabbed a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and my contact case that I left there. I quickly changed and pulled my hair into a ponytail. He went to take a shower and 15 minutes later he was dressed and jumped in between the sheets. I rolled my eyes as he had his head on my chest and fingers in my hair. I quickly sat up and pointed out the room.

"You know the fucking rules Patrick. You couch." I stated.

"But Kristy." Patrick whined swinging his arms.

"No buts. This is like...the 11th time in 6 weeks and you were gone most of November."

"Yea…"

"What's with you and this Tuesday/Thursday Pick up Bitches Day?"

"That's when Bars run the best specials and I don't have to try so hard."

"At least you tell me the truth Buzz."

"I can't lie to you."

I got off the bed and Patrick pouted. He grabbed a blanket and dragged it to the couch like a punished child. He looked over at me again and I got out the bed also. I followed him to the couch and sat down. We were sitting on the couch watching 'Archer' and I was laughing so hard it hurt. After the show ended X-Men came on and I turned to him laughing as he said that I was his Lana.

"Do you know what I realized the other day?" I said with a smile.

"What?"

"Your sister, Erica Kane. Your sister is Susan Lucci!" I squealed with a laugh.

Patrick took his phone and started to text someone. The text quickly came back with a 'Duh you simple jock.' I took his phone away and it said Momma. I rolled my eyes as I gave him his phone back and stretched out. Everything about me cracked and I laughed as it was happening. As Patrick got up to use the bathroom he threw the remote at me and I just surfed the channel. I got to Disney and SpongeBob was on.

Patrick then came out the bathroom, lifted my head up and put it on his lap. He then started to finger my hair and pulled the blanket that was on the back of the chair, over us. This, I tried to fight against, but the sound of Patrick's heart was too much for me. My body jerked me awake once and he held me a little bit tighter. This I feel as if I'm just thinking too much into. This is just 2 friends who sleep with each other, sleeping together, right?

The next evening I had just walked into the house from class and Autumn didn't have practice. As she opened the fridge to figure out what to make it just seemed like a losing battle. We needed to go grocery shopping. There was a knock on our door and I didn't think anything of it.

"Hey, Kristy here?" He asked.

"No. I murdered her."

"Now you've got me murdered."

"Let's go get food." Patrick stated.

"You drive up here to go get food?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Why not Jonathan or Leddy or Stally?"

"Jonathan's mad at me." Patrick pouted playing with his keys.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. Come on."

"Coming Ak?"

"Yea."

We walked a few blocks to El Presidente and grabbed a table. I was right next to Patrick and he kept bothering me under the table.

"You and the boyfriend have a fight?" I asked.

"I mean you know Jon has a temper right? And so we're playing Mario Kart and I used that cheat you showed me-"

"YOU DONT USE MY CHEAT!" I said rolling my eyes.

"Mario Kart?" Autumn sighed rolling her eyes.

"Yes."

"Fine."

We finished our late dinner and walked back to our place. I tried to kick Patrick out but I feel like he was more upset about something than he was letting on.

"Shouldn't you be gone?" I asked.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning after practice."

"Do you wanna stay?"

"Yes!"

"What's going on?"

"You know what you do Tuesday/Thursday?"

"Really Patrick?!"

"I didn't...it's an ex right. And I didn't know how to kick her out so I told her that...I left something in my car."

"It's been 2 hours ya tard!"

"Yea...I know. I just-"

"I'll be back."

Patrick and I drove back to his place and I was going over things I would say to this girl in head. When we walked in all the lights were off and Patrick just smiled at me.

"Did you roofie my horchata?" I asked.

"No. I didn't wanna sleep alone."

"But you have practice in the morning. I have class and work and you have a game."

"I know. Sorry. Just come on...let's, let's go to bed."

I thought Patrick was gonna make moves but that didn't happen. All we did was sleep and that was weird. I woke up the next morning and Patrick was looking at me. I blinked my eyes and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I need a Patrick Kane, London Knights jersey." I said poking him in the nose.

"But you HAVE a Patrick Kane London Knight."

"No. I have a Patrick Kane, Chicago Blackhawk."

"Patrick Kane 2007 Number 1 Draft Pick?"

"Buzz." I said with some finality, "are you leaving today coming home tonight?"

"Will you be here with whips and chains?"

"Yes."

"Yessss!"

"I really hate you." I said laughing.

"London Knights jersey?"

"Why?"

"Beeeecaaause if we're supposed to be besties I don't want to wear the same jersey these bitches you pick up wear. I want something different."

"Kane. London Knights?"

"Yes."

"I will see what I can do."

"You are. The best."

"Now kiss me."

"No. Best friends."

"Come on."

"Patrick Kane. London Knight. Leave me alone."

There was enough time for Patrick to take me home so I could change and he could drop me off at work.

"So practice, fly, game, fly- OH! Can you take something to your dad for me?" I asked.

"How do you know I'm going to see my dad?"

"Because you're going to New York-"

"For 6 hours. It takes just that long to get to Staten Island from Buffalo."

"Oh. Then never mind. Thanks for the ride PKane."

"Always Bestie."

I gave Patrick a kiss on the cheek and jumped out of the car.

I didn't get home in time to watch the start of the game but I was getting up to the hour texts from Patrick. From the time they landed in Staten Island until a few minutes before puck drop. Right before puck drop I received a video of the guys on the ice. I shook my head and the rest of The Kane's came into view with someone wearing a London Knights jersey. I threw my arms in the air as I was on the train on my way home and I got a few crazy looks.

Me: assist. that's good.

PK: They just wouldn't go in.

PK: that's what she said I know

PK: don't you wanna be waiting in my bed with nothing but my jersey on?

Me: 1. TWSS hahaha 2. Don't knock it 3. No.

PK: I really just wanna...

Me: sorry babe, just fall asleep with your cock in your hand.

PK: or I can fall asleep with my hand in your shirt.

Me: good night Patrick.

PK: noooo.

I sat on the couch until 1:20am. He showed up just 5 minutes later and went straight to my room. In fact he looked ready for bed in his sweats and t-shirt. I closed my door and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and just softly smelled my hair. I just don't know what to do with Patrick when he wants to play 'The Boyfriend' Card. I'm still trying to understand this. When he played that card, it was good. And I know that he would make any girl happy, and that he could make me happy. But with the girls he keeps bringing home and that I have to keep kicking out it was only a matter of time before he forgot about me.

This only just made me mad. I didn't know what Patrick wanted from me, but I loved being his friend.

We fell asleep at the opposite ends of the bed. This way I wouldn't get guilted into his intentions. I will and do always bend to Patrick's will, that's just the way it is. He loved to talk before bed and that didn't bother me at all. But what did bother me was when we talked until nearly 4 am (like always) and I have to be up at 6am to get to work by 7am I didn't like the way that felt.

"Where are you going?" Patrick asked.

"To work."

"Really?!"

"Yea. We all can't play hockey for a living."

"You can't even ice skate."

"I know that."

"We're gonna have to change that."

"Stop trying to change me."

"I can't date- I can't be best friends with someone who doesn't know how to ice skate."

"Why not?"

"It's not conducive to my life."

"Oh shit hockey player did that hurt?"

"What?"

"That big ass word coming out of your mouth."

"Your mouth seems fine when I put my cock in it."

"This is why we can't have sex anymore. Get up the fuck up, you're driving me to work."

"I am?"

"Yep."

"Fine."

That night me, AK and Patrick ended up at Jonathan's with Viktor and Hossa and just drank. AK and I weren't as bad as Patrick and we ended up talking a cab home. The next morning I was lying in my bed giggling like crazy.

"Stop jerking off in there." Autumn said from the living room.

"Dude. Let's go get some pancakes." I yelled.

"We need to go grocery shopping you whore."

It was that morning that it was clear that we haven't gone grocery shopping in a while. There wasn't even any milk to have some cereal. Yea I could have made Pancakes but going out and getting some seemed like the better idea. It wasn't until I realized that Patrick had a car.

"Do you think Patrick will bring us breakfast food?" I asked sitting in the other couch.

"Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.? He probably doesn't even know what a grocery store is. He probably just PeaPods. And you guys aren't boning. You don't have the power of the vagina to lure him here."

"I am sleeping with him…sometimes." I said laughing.

"What?!"

"Yea. I'll tell you about that later."

"Can't wait. Try then."

Autumn and I were standing in the kitchen laughing our asses off as we just came up with the most random things for him to bring us for breakfast. We were sitting there laughing, Patrick let off a string of swears and we continued to laugh as he hung up on me. No more than an hour later Patrick was at my front door with all of the things. He put it all on the ground and just sighed. I gave him a hug and he put his aviators on his shirt.

"Thanks for bailing last night you two." Patrick said just falling in the love seat.

"Didn't wanna wake up on the floor of Toews'." Autumn stated.

"Or for me, in his bed, because it's a nice bed." I said with a smile.

"You're a whore Kristy. Johnny wouldn't." Patrick said rolling his eyes.

I dug out the waffle maker and started to make breakfast as Autumn put up the groceries. When I was finished Patrick put his hat over his eyes and stretched out his legs. I sat next to him and Autumn mentioned something about groceries. I moved Patrick's hat off of his head and he gave me this look. I put his sunglasses on and rose my lip. Patrick took the sunglasses away from me and tucked them back in his shirt.

"Hey wanna take us grocery shopping?" I asked kneeling in the chair.

"No."

"Please?"

"How about I give you my car?"

"YES! Gimmy keys!"

Autumn got up to get the reusable bags from under the sink and went to change her pants. I was sitting with my back on Patrick and he had his arm around me as he was checking his texts. I felt his hand move up my neck and he smelled my hair, after making food I'm sure it smells like turkey bacon. I went to get my shoes on and Patrick continued to check his texts. When I came out he flashed his smile and I had my hand out. He pulled out his wallet gave me his card and I threw it at him.

"No Patrick. Your keys you jerk off." I said rolling my eyes, "I may take this anyway."

"Oh. Ok."

"Let's go hooker."

"Are you sure you're staying here?" I asked.

"Yea. My head hurts." Patrick groaned picking up the remote control.