Thirteen:

Yay for an update:D

My phone began obnoxiously ringing on my bedside table. I picked it up and looked at the caller-ID. Jon.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, I just got outta practice. Do you want me to come over?”

“I do… but what about Pat?”

“Oh right…” he paused for a minute, “well do you want to come over here then?”

“Yeah sure. I’ll leave in a couple minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”

I then hung up, took a quick shower, and after briefly readying myself, I headed out of my house and into the driveway, where Patrick had just pulled in. “Hey,” he greeted me, “where are you going?”

“Uh, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch…” I lied.

“Oh okay.” He replied.

I then hopped in my car. After a quick fifteen-minute ride, I pulled into Jon’s driveway. I got out of my car and headed up to his door and invited myself in. “Hey, I’m here.” I called from the doorway. He then stepped into the foyer where I was taking my shoes off. Shirtless, I might add.

“Hey,” he greeted me before coming over and placing a kiss on my lips. “Hey sexy. No shirt, eh? I’m liking it.”

“Yeah, new look I thought I’d try it out… I’m glad you approve,” he joked. He then grabbed me by the hand and led me into his living room. After sitting on his couch for a few minutes silently, I decided to speak up.

“So… what’s going on between us?”

He let out a slight sigh, before placing his hand on my thigh. “Honestly Cole, I don’t really know. All I know is that I want to be with you.”

“And I want to be with you.” I replied simply.

“Then it’s as easy as that…”

“Not exactly,” I replied.

“Why?” he asked me.

“My brother…”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him...”

“Yeah, well won’t it be weird when you’re not going out and getting laid every other night with him?”

“Who said I can’t still do that?” he joked.

I punched him in the arm. “Excuse me?”

“Kidding babe, kidding.”

I let out a slight laugh, “so, what are you going to do about that?”

“Well…” he sat there for a minute; “I guess I’ll just cross that bridge when it comes…”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” he replied.

After sitting around for a few hours and watching TV, we decided to go get some lunch. Once we walked into the restaurant, I noticed it was packed and everyone was eyeing Jon and I. I noticed as groups of people… mainly girls, would shoot a look in our direction and began whispering to their friends, and glare at me with looks of jealousy. Ugh, the joys of going out in public with a hockey player. The hostess led us to a secluded table in the far back of the restaurant. And right as we sat down, a group of fifteen-year-old girls came over to us. “Oh my God, can we get your autograph?!” they asked excitedly.

“Uh… sure.” He replied kindly.

“Who’s she?” one of the group asked, pointing to me.

“My girlfriend. Why?”

“Oh… just wondering…” she replied, while staring at me with a look of envy.

After the irritating group disappeared, we placed our orders. A few moments later, the front door opened. I glanced toward the doorway and immediately recognized who stepped through the door. Patrick Sharp, Adam Burish, …and my brother. Just my luck that they would show up at the time that I would be out to lunch with Jon, right?

“You’re not going to believe this…” I began.

“What?” he asked.

“My brother, Adam, and Patrick just walked in the door…”

“What?!” he asked quizzically while whipping his head around to catch a glimpse of them talking with the hostess.

“Yeah…”

“Oh my Gawd girls… Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane and Sharp in one day! This is too good to be true!” One of the annoying fifteen year olds exclaimed as she noticed who had stepped through the doorway.

Sharpie overheard what the girls were saying “Jonathan Toews? Uh, you mean Adam Burish?” he asked while pointing to Adam.

“No, Jonny is sitting over there,” another one of the girls said, and pointed over to where we were sitting.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Busted.” I whispered.

“Uh, lets make up a story here… uh, we met to, uhm, talk about…” Jon rambled on anxiously as Patrick, Patrick and Adam approached us. “Shut up,” I whispered, “they’re here.” I looked up at Patrick who was glaring at me.

“Oh hey guys…” I greeted them weakly.

“Cole, come here for a second.” Patrick demanded.

I stood up from booth and walked over to where he was standing. He grabbed me by the wrist and began leading me to the opposite side of the restaurant. “What are you doing here with him?” he spat.

“He called me and asked me to meet him up here because he needed to talk to me, but thanks to you guys showing up, I don’t know what he wanted to talk to me about.”

“Cole, seriously, if he’s trying to get back with you… I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I doubt it Patrick, come on.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to be here anymore anyway, I lost my appetite.”

“Wow, don’t get all pissy about it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Patrick, Adam, let’s go. I don’t wanna eat here anymore.” He called over to them.

They both had confused looks on their faces as they stood up from the booth and made their way over to my brother, and out the front door.

I then made my way back over to Jon and told him the conversation that I had just had with my brother.

“Fuck, I’m going to get an earful the next time I see him…” he said.

“Oh well… lets not worry about him right now.” I replied.

Jon’s phone vibrated on the table signaling that he had a text message. He opened his phone and read it. He then looked up at me with a look of concern.

“What?” I asked.

He held out his phone for me to grab. I took it out of his hand and read the message.

If I catch you with my sister again, I will send her back to Buffalo… for good.