Saturday, August 15, 2009


So, when I realized that they would have to take a cab home from the bar, I died laughing, seriously. Anytime I started writing anything about it, I just started laughing harder. So.. I avoided it all together. Sorry, I just couldn't do it. haha Once again, no proof reading. :-S
Got it in here twice though.. Whoo, I'm proud of myself. :-)

Peydon's POV

I keep my head ducked low as he tugs me out of the bar. Oddly, I feel like a five year old about to get scolded. All of his movements are intense and rigid, almost as if he might explode at any second. We finally get outside, and I already feel a lot safer. At least until I turn to face him as he paces the ground frantically. I pull my coat tighter around me before tying it closed and then pull my arms back behind my back, my head bowing uncontrollably as I bite my bottom lip as he continues to fume. What he's so mad about I have no idea, but I feel as if it's my fault anyways.

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly, just loud enough to grab his attention. He stops pacing and looks at me, almost as if he needs a few more seconds to compose himself before answering. He takes a deep breath and then nods his head once.

"Do you live close by, or do we need to get a cab," he asks in a strained voice, almost sounding as if he's still struggling to remain calm.

"I'm not far," I answer while pointing behind me, indicating the direction I live in. "Thanks for earlier, but I can manage from here," I continue before giving him a small smile and turning around to leave. He reaches out and grabs my arm, catching me by surprise.

"I'm not letting you walk by yourself." I open my mouth to object, be he raises his arm, cutting me off. "Humor me, if you will," he says with a small smile before sticking his arm out like an old fashioned gentleman. I roll my eyes before sticking my arm through his as we both start to walk. We fall into silence as our steps fall into pattern as we walk the short distance to the apartment I share with Shelby. I think about asking why he was so irritated earlier, but I bite my tongue every time I about have the courage to say something. Finally, I can't take it anymore and I speak up.

"Why are you mad at me?" I almost whisper as I divert my eyes to the ground, thinking counting the cracks in the sidewalk would be way better than watching the intensity appear in his eyes again. He stops walking, so I finally look up at him only to find a surprised expression on his face instead of the one I had been anticipating.

"I'm not mad at you," he replies. I give him a look as if to say 'Really..?' so he continues. "It just.. irritates me when guys think they can do whatever the hell they want, especially after they've been told to stop." I look into his eyes, wanting nothing more to call bullshit on him, but all I find is sincerity, so I turn and continue walking, him following me step for step.

"This is me," I say quietly when we reach the door to our apartment complex. He nods his head, and then continues to follow me inside. I think about telling him he's not coming with me, but I keep my mouth shut once again as we head to the elevator. Once inside we stand on opposite sides, starring at each other, almost daring the other to look away first, calling the other out or prodding to the other to blink. It's not until the elevator dings that we stop looking at each other. I make the first move and step out, him following after me quickly. As we approach the door to our apartment, I finally come to a realization.

"My key is in my purse," I say matter of factly while looking straight at Patrick.

"Okay," he says while a confused look crosses his face as he kind of shrugs his shoulders. I shake my head before rolling my eyes at him and raise my arms, signaling that I have no purse with me. His eyes light up as if the light bulb went off in his mind, and I find myself rolling my eyes at him again. I shove my hands in my pockets, hoping that the key will magically appear, but all I pull out is twenty cents that I throw down on the ground in frustration. I try shaking the handle on the door, hoping that just maybe it will open under the powers of my mind, but when it doesn't I bang my head lightly on the door. "Why don't you just call Shelby?" he finally asks with a small chuckle after watching me.

"I'll give you that one, I didn't think of that," I mumble before reaching for my phone. I dial her number, but it goes straight to her voice mail.

"Want me to try Jon?" he asks while sitting down on the ground next to the door, leaning back against the wall. He pats the ground next to him, and I give in, knowing it could be a long night as I shake my head yes. He whips out his phone, but after he closes it quickly I can only infer it's because of the same reason. We sit in silence for I don't know how long before he finally speaks up. "You could come back to my place," he offers.

"No thank you, I'm not that drunk," I mutter, causing him to laugh at me. We sit a while longer before he speaks up again.

Patrick's POV

Watching him place his hands all over her, it took ever ounce of control I had not to wipe that smirk off his face. Even after I had gotten her outside, I still had to take a few seconds to calm down. And okay, so she might have turned me down, but she hasn't asked me to leave yet, so I'm not giving up hope yet.

"Did you have fun at the game?" I ask, trying to break the ice a little. I see her eyes light up, and I know automatically what her answer is going to be before she gives her head a little nod, a smile lighting up her face.

"Those seats were amazing," she gushes before laughing a little bit. Okay, so as much as she wants to deny it, she's a little drunk.

"Never sit that close before?" I continue, loving how her head is now resting on my shoulder as we continue to sit in the hallway. One of her neighbors walks down the hallway, glancing at us before disappearing into his apartment.

"Are you kidding me? I don't have two dimes to rub together, much less money to throw away on seats like that," she continues, but I can tell by the tone of her voice that she's becoming more tired as we sit here, so I cut the conversation off there. Within a matter of minutes, I can hear that her breathing has become even and after glancing down at her, I confirm that she is in fact asleep before lightly leaning my head on hers and relishing this moment; she's actually not fighting me right now.


  1. Oh snap Jessie! Was that two 20cent references?! You're stepping it up! lol

    and <3 Kaner! It was such a cute update... I'm really glad you decided to do this one tonight.

    I wish that Peydon would just see how perfect they would be for each other. I mean, come on! It's Patrick Kane girl!! =D

  2. This was absolutely adorable!
    And I agree with Zigh 100%, they really are perfect for eachother.

  3. We need double 20cent references now? Jessie you're killing me! haha

    That was a very cute update. You'll change me to a Kaner fan yet Jessie.

  4. Great update! I was never such a huge Patrick Kane fan before (I'm sorry, but he kind of looks like he would be a douche bag) but I really love this story. Also, I finally understand all of the 20 cents references because one of my friends sent me the news article about his arrest that I hadn't noticed because I was on vacation :P I was so confused last week when I kept seeing "20 cents" in stories.

    Update soon if you have time!

  5. AHAHAHA. I literally BUSTED OUT laughing at both of the 20 cent references, like a fool. You're upping the ante here. You're on a whole nother level that I don't think I can compete with.

    Don't tell anyone, but I think I'm slowly joining the dark side. I really like Kaner in this story. Nothing like fall asleep in the hallway. :D

  6. awwww that is seriously adorable!!!
    more soon XD

  7. Oh that was great!
    Loved the references and that they just sat outside the apartment*

    very cute update!

  8. update this storrry soon?
    preeetty please?(:
    its so good!