Five:

Stepping into my house for the first time in a good three or four days, I quickly and quietly made my way into my bedroom. I didn't know if Patrick was home, considering the fact that he had decided to side with Jonathan, I pretty much stopped talking to him since then. I set the bags that I had collected on the few days I stayed over at Adam's on the floor and immediately crawled into bed and fell asleep.

I was awoken a few hours later by my front door slamming shut. I jumped out of bed, walked out into the hallway, and peeked down the staircase to see that Patrick and Jonathan had just stepped through the door. I sighed loudly and began making my way back into my room. “Oh it's good to see that you finally decided to show up at home,” Patrick called up to me.

I rolled my eyes, “whatever Patrick.”

“Where were you anyway?”

“At Adam's.”

"Burish?"

“Yeah. Got a problem with that?”

“What, are you fucking him now?” He asked smartly.

Oh hell no he did NOT just say that to me. “Excuse me?” I asked, turning around and stomping my way down the stairs.

“Oh nothing,” he replied, faking innocence.

I walked straight up to him, “you know what? No, actually I'm not fucking Adam. We're just friends. It's not my fault that your little boyfriend over there,” I motioned over to Jon, “got all pissy when we got caught having sex and can't admit that he actually wanted to fuck me. I'm not a slut like you think I am, Patrick, you just decide to believe the asshole that tells you that I am.” I then turned on my heel and headed back up to my room without any further remarks.

The next few days were quite a blur. It was now Saturday and I was heading over to Adam's because he had convinced me to let him take me to the pre-game dinner get-together at Brent Seabrook's. I stepped through the door to see that Patrick Sharp was sitting on the couch and I heard Adam upstairs making some commotion in the bathroom. “Hey,” I called from the doorway. I then made my way over to Patrick and positioned myself next to him.

“Hey Cole. How are you?” He asked.

“I'm okay. You?”

“I'm good.”

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, waiting for Adam to finish readying himself for the party. “So... uh, where have you been the past couple of parties?”

I let out a slight chuckle, “at home.”

“Why?”

“Long story...”

“Oh babe, I've got all day,” he replied.

“Haha, maybe later.”

“Alright, alright.”

Just as our conversation came to an end, Adam made his way down the stairs, “you guys ready to go?” We both got up, put our shoes on, and piled into Adam's SUV.

After a quick fifteen-minute ride, we pulled up into Brent's driveway that was already loaded with cars. Patrick opened the car door for me and linked his arm with mine as Adam took my other. We then walked up Brent's driveway and up to his door. Stepping through the doorway, I immediately noticed my brother and Jon gawking in my direction from the table in the kitchen where they were sitting. I honestly had to hold in a chuckle, they were absolutely pathetic. Adam, Patrick, and I walked over to the table, and sat down.

Dinner went by pretty fast. Despite the many disgusted glances that were thrown in my direction by Patrick and Jon. Oh well.

We then all filed out of Brent's and to the United Center for the game against the Detroit Red Wings.

I hated to admit it, but the game started out terrible. At the end of the first, we were down 2-0. It was intermission and I decided to get up and get some popcorn and a pop. Considering I was alone, I was quite bored. Walking out onto the concourse, I immediately noticed that the popcorn line was pretty damn long. After finally purchasing my things, I headed back to my seat in time for the start of the second.

The last two periods were absolutely terrible. We had lost 5-1. If Adam wasn't my ride home I would have been out of there right after the game, but I had no choice but to head to the locker room. I very slowly and reluctantly walked down the long hallway, showed the Security Guard my pass, and stepped through the doorway. And to my surprise, the atmosphere of the locker room wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined. I let Adam finish up his media business, while I talked to Versteeg and Sopel. Twenty or so minutes later, he came over to me with Patrick Sharp and we headed out to his car.

I decided to just stay over at Adam's... again. I really didn't want to go home because my brother and Jon would probably end up going to the club and end up getting shitfaced, come home, and piss me off. Patrick decided to stay over at Adam's for a little bit, as well.

After a couple of drinks, I looked at the clock. Shocked to find that it was already three AM. Patrick decided that he needed to head home, so Adam and I walked him to the door and then headed upstairs to get ready for bed. He let me borrow some clothes to sleep in and we both slid under the covers in his bed and fell asleep.