Shadows (Patrick Kane)

(24) Showtime

Sophia

Since we were out in New York I convince Patrick to take me to NYC. I've been there before, only a few times and mostly visiting for work as a flight attendant or to do one thing then leave right after. I haven't got to experience going to the city with my best friend like in one of those cheesy coming of age movies and now I get to.

New York has many treasured cities. Of course there's Buffalo and NYC, but there's Albany and places like Queens and a Brooklyn. It's a relatively small state with a big personality. And I like a good personality.

So we take off 6 hours from Buffalo out to the city. After a few wrong turns and a lot of shit given for the fact that I cannot give good directions we make it to NYC. And it was a sight to see, I can tell you that much. It was the perfect day to walk around and see what all is going on. Find some pizza and maybe catch a street performer doing something worthy of being on Broadway which would be just down the street. A place like this is for the dreamers, for people like me and I couldn't wait to see what it has in store.

"This place is so cool" I admit as I admire all the bright lights. We walk the strip just trying to take it all in.

"If you're into this kind of thing" Patrick says.

"Did you not just give yourself the nickname "Showtime" about a month and a half ago" I accuse as he laughs.

"Alright I wasn't expecting the media to run as far with it as they did. It was more of a show time moment than a nickname. They did that. If I got to choose a nickname based off the goals I score I would want to be called the Heartbreaker" he teases making me roll my eyes. Of course he would.

"We'll Showtime, I think you would do well in a place like this" I admit.

"Maybe. But Chicago is where I was meant to be. I have the rings to prove it" he defends.

"Chicago is certainly happy to have you" I nod.

After walking around we find a nice place for dinner. We were only here for two days and I didn't want to go out and drink on the first night and not remember any of it. So Patrick got us a reservation at a nice restaurant in the heart of the city. I dress up in a red dress and actually do my makeup. I know this place is nice and I didn't want to look too out of place. Once I was done I grab Patrick and we take a cab back into the city.

"Alright. So who did you like more growing up, Jim Kelly or Andre Reed" I quiz Patrick. He knew all about the Bills and I knew football players better than anyone. Being here reminded me of some of the greatest players that came through here. He sits there and thinks before shaking his head.

"I don't know. I loved both players but I gotta go with Jim Kelly" he says.

"So you're a quarterback guy" I accuse.

"They're the easiest to follow" he defends.

"So predictable" I roll my eyes.

"What about you? You're telling me you have two first round quarterbacks in your family and you don't like the quarterback position" he gasps.

"I liked the defense. You know, fumbles and interceptions, sacks" I shrug.

"Okay, I'll admit I did not see that coming. All this time we've spent together and you still surprise me" he claims.

"Well no one likes to be predictable" I smirk.

We finish a amazing meal and decide to grab some ice cream and walk around. The city was beautiful at night, truly something to behold. All the lights shine brighter than most can handle. But I never felt like the lights were blinding, I thought they gave warmth. Maybe not to the extent Showtime over here enjoys the spotlight but this city had a life of its own.

"I can't believe you don't want to give in to the pull this city has" I admit.

"I'm a Buffalo boy, I'm not supposed to like New York City. It's like the Cubs and the White Sox. When it comes down to it it's New York over anything. But my loyalty is to my home town no matter what" he claims.

"You're telling me that you can stand here in this city and you would rather be somewhere else" I question.

"Well... no" he admits.

"Sometimes we don't allow ourselves to see things for the way they are because we don't want to see them differently. But it doesn't change the fact that this city is great and you need to get over yourself" I accuse.

"Okay then. What about you" he challenges.

"Me" I ask.

"Yeah. You go places all the time and you never see things you want to because you don't want to be attatched. But it doesn't change the fact that maybe, just maybe you're right where you're supposed to be. You're just to afraid to admit it" he accuses.

"Admit what" I question.

He stops walking as he turns to me. He looks over my face a few times before a stubborn sigh huffs through his nose.

"You're impossible, you know that" he asks.

"I've heard" I smirk.

"Why can't you just admit that you choose to see certain things a certain way because you're afraid" he questions

"Afraid of what Patrick" I say.

He suddenly grabs my hips and pulls me into him. The wind no longer moving between us because the space was gone. Instead the air moves around us as we block it. I feel his hands move towards my back making my knees go weak. Every breath I take gets shorter until I start to hold it.

My hands find their way to his face as I hold him in my hand. I pull him down a little until he was hovering over me. I could feel the stubble in my hands moving around with his slow breathing. My eyes lost in his as the words we were saying were now irrelevant.

"I never noticed, but there is some grey in your eyes. It's really pretty" I say softly as my hands hold him steady. I feel him smile as his grip on me tightens.

"And you have some green in your beautiful brown eyes. I thought your eyes were always brown, but now I can see them in this light that should be too bright. But it helps me see" he claims.

"See what" I ask.

"You" he whispers.

Suddenly his lips were on mine faster than the puck finds the back of the net. Patrick lifts me up so I'm on my tippy toes but I felt like I was flying. We've kissed many, many times before. But not like this. Certiantly not in public. But I haven't felt like this before either. And I don't know what it all means, but like he said I'm too afraid to find out.

"We should get back" I whisper on his lips.

"Yeah" he agrees.

"We don't want to do something we can't undo" I say.

"Yeah" he replies.