My (Not) So Fictional Hockey Crush(Patrick Kane)

okay this is a patrick kane one shot for cubgirl4life. enjoy! and everyone check out my journal post please!

Created by kaners88girl on Thursday, February 11, 2010

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All right, if I had to name one thing that I wouldn’t ever give up, not even for the "perfect man" it was hockey. More specifically, the Chicago Blackhawks. They were my rock that I have never met. They were there(in spirit and through the television) when I went through my hardest break up, about a month ago. I swore off boys then and devoted my love to the fictional Patrick Kane.

I know what you all are saying right now. "Fictional? You loser, he’s going to be playing on Saturday. And did you see him on Tuesday against the Stars? Nearly a hat trick."

Well, for an average college student like myself just trying to make a name for myself in the writer’s world, he was fictional.

"Hey Laura?" my roomie, Liz yelled from the doorway. We had been rooming for about a year and we had gotten pretty close. She loved the blackhawks too,(more specifically Kris Versteeg) therefore making us best roomies right off the bat.

At that moment, I was in our room trying to tame my curly hair. It was actually behaving that night, but you know. When has any girl’s hair been perfect? "Yeah? You heading out tonight? You know there’s Hawks game on at eight. Do you want me to tape it?"

"Won’t need to," she said simply, leaning against the door frame, her usual smirk placed on her lips.

I took in her look and saw she had on her Kris Versteeg jersey on and her hair was free from its usual ponytail and it was straightened. Her brown eyes were covered in glitter and she was waving two Blackhawks tickets in front of my face.

"Are you serious?!" I jumped up, the desk chair falling backwards.

"Psh yeah," was her reply. "Get dressed in your Kane jersey and leave your hair. Looks gorgeous."

I reached for the glitter for my eyes, but she swiped it up and stuck it in her purse. "Hey!"

She smiled. "Your eyes are already beautiful enough. Now let’s go."

We sat in our amazing seats and got comfortable. We were up against the glass and honestly, we were both amazed. "Wow," was all Liz could say. "Can you really believe we’re here?"

"I can’t believe how you got these tickets."

"My uncle was going to give them to a customer but he wanted Bulls tickets, so I got these."

"Go Uncle."

She grinned. "Here they come," she said.

I watched as players made their way onto the ice. I kept my eyes open until he came on. I swear it was like a radar, but I wasn’t complaining.

"There he is," I shook Liz’s arm. "There is Patrick Kane."

She smirked and I knew she was going to do something. I frowned. He was skating towards here to get a puck that Toews had thrown behind the net. Toews rolled his eyes and Kane smirked. Great. Liz was planning something and it was going to end awkwardly.

PATRICK KANE’S POV

Now I know this was going to sound shallow, but whenever I got onto the ice my eyes always searched for a pretty girl. Usually, I would find none, but tonight was different. I was attracted to her as soon as my blue eyes hit her hazel eyes. The most beautiful hazel eyes. I could tell from where I was. She was sitting next to her friend who I noticed had her eyes trained on Versteeg.

"Head in the game Kaner," Toews said passing me a puck.

"I’m here."

"No, you’re over there with that chick."

"She’s cute," I said off handedly.

He sighed and sent a puck flying right to the boards. Right to where she was sitting. "Go get it," he said lazily.

I grinned. "Tell Versteeg her bestie is staring at him like he’s the sex god."

He rolled his eyes, but I knew he would tell him. He was just cool like that.

I skated over and I saw the hazel eyed girl glance over at her friend who was then smirking. I got a sinking feeling that things were going to get awkward.

LAURA’S POV

Patrick Kane stopped right at the glass and his blue eyes penetrated my hazel colored eyes. "Hey," he said smoothly.

Liz elbowed me and I coughed. "Hi," I smiled shyly back at him. Damn myself for always being so shy at first!!

"I’m Patrick."

Liz scoffed. "Really? Uh thanks for informing us."

He smirked. "Well sorry. Trying to be polite." He nodded at my jersey. "Who’s the lucky guy?"

I managed a small smile, but didn’t say anything.

"It’s you. She’s madly in love with you and has been ever since the Blackhawks signed you. Your welcome," she said to me.

I stared at her my mouth open and Patrick Kane looked almost as if he was expecting that. "Wow, all right. Thank you awkward friend," he said and turned back to me. "What’s your name?"

"Laura."

He smiled and I swear my heart skipped a beat or two. "Pretty name."

"KANER!" someone, I thought it was Sharp yelled before stopping right next to him. I was wrong. It was Kris Versteeg. I swear, Liz died and went off to heaven.

"What Versteeg?"

"Way to sound happy to see me. You never see me and here you are dissing me. Sheesh, some friend, right?" He caught eyes with Liz and he looked like he died and went to heaven. I smirked.

"This is Liz. She’s been madly in love with you for as long as I can remember. Your welcome," I quoted her and she laughed.

They moved over to talk and left me and Patrick alone. "So," I started off the awkward conversation as he moved the puck around to make it look like he was doing something. "How’s it going?"

He smirked. "Sorry about the awkwardness."

"VERSTEEG! KANE!" their coach screamed and both of the players winced.

"You better get moving," I told him.

"See you after the game?" It was a question, not really a statement.

"Maybe. I mean you are a famous hockey player while I am a struggling writer in college."

"How about this? After the first period, we’ll meet halfway to the dressing rooms."

"Head in the game," I reminded him.

"Fine," he said, sighing dramatically.

"How about every time you score a goal tonight, you can skate over here and I will tell you three digits of my cell phone." Shit, was I getting brave or was I getting brave? I would never do that for any guy. Then again, this was Patrick Kane.

"All right. Do assists count?"

"Two digits."

"Way to be my inspiration," he said and skated off to join his teammates.

Halfway into the second period and the score was still 0-0. I watched as Patrick made his way up the ice with Toews at his heels. He dropped the puck to Toews and skated right while Toews went left. Toews stopped, spun around and shot it. It was nothing but net. The buzzer went off and we all stood up banging on the glass, excited for the first goal. Toews and Kane did a macho man hug thing before the one and only skated over to me.

"86," I screamed.

He smirked and nodded and I saw him repeating the numbers as he skated over to the bench. I saw the assistant coach writing down the numbers, shaking his head. Patrick Kane was that special.

The game ended exactly how it was. 1-0. I was sad that Patrick had only gotten two digits. Maybe I should have upped the anti by saying you’ll just get my number if you do anything amazing. Which basically, he would already had it then.

They got off the ice and we stood up to leave. "We got to make a quick stop first," Liz said, her eyes shining.

"Where?"

"Somewhere special. Come on," she said, dragging me along a bunch of hallways.

We reached a set of doors and she knocked this really complicated sequence of knocks. She counted to fifteen before the door opened and Kris Verstee’g head popped out. "I had no idea if it was you, so I just waited fifteen seconds and stuck my head out."

My mouth dropped. "The guy’s locker room?"

"Duh," she said like it was obvious.

"You and Versteeg?"

"I’m twenty one. Two years isn’t that big of a difference."

"Wow."

"Come on, before the reporters come," Versteeg pulled us in. "I told the guys to keep their pants on at least, so they should be decent."

We walked in and low behold was the entire team staring at us as if we were aliens.

"It’s like they’ve never seen a girl before," I whispered loudly to Liz.

Just then, Patrick Kane came walking out, wiping sweat off his forehead with a towel. "Two frickin digits! I can’t look up her number with only two digits! Urgh!"

"You know, I’m not sure if I feel special that Patrick Kane was going to stalk me," I wondered.

He froze and looked at me. Then he grinned. "You just made my life a lot easier."

I laughed and he came over and everyone else seemed to melt away. "Good job out there Mr. Hockey Player."

"You think so?"

"Three stars of the game. Not bad," I teased.

"Well, I mean since we did win, we usually celebrate."

"Really?" I crossed my arms, hoping to hide my pounding heart. Was he asking me out on a date?!

"Yeah and you know, you could always come. . ." he trailed off, smirking.

"You smirk a lot," I told him.

That only boosted his ego more. "You so love it."

I smiled and leaned up on my tip toes, kissing him on the lips. I felt his smirk melt away and he kissed me back. He tasted so sweet, it was almost as if he didn’t play sixty minutes on the ice.

"Where we going?" I asked him.

"To a cool restaurant," Seabrook rolled his eyes, changing his shirt. "So Kaner get dressed so we can go. I am starved."

Instead of leaving to go get dressed, Patrick Kane leaned in for another kiss. Maybe we could just stay here for the rest of the night. . . .


So I guess Patrick Kane wasn’t all that fictional after all. I still pinch myself to make sure it’s real and yeah it is.


"Laura, let’s go!" Patrick yelled from the kitchen. "You’re going to be late for class!"

I typed the last word of my romantic love story and hit print. "I’m coming. I’m printing our romantic love story!"


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