Shooting Stars

Chapter 19: Secrets, Sisters, & Sunsets

{Jonathan}

I stare out the oval shaped window into the deep, infinite, wondrous sky.

So high up, so isolated, so powerful.

It’s Wednesday, May 7, and the Hawks are currently flying home from Colorado. 

We’re expected to get back to Chicago at about 7:30 in the evening.

It’s been a long and tiring last couple of days, and so the plane is mostly all asleep.

However, I am not asleep.

My mind is wandering.

Wandering all over the place, but mostly over the topic of Ally Summers.

I kissed her. I kissed her the night we left to Chicago.

I had asked Patrick where she keeps her skates, and he found them for me buried amongst her luggage.

I had told him the entire plan, and he agreed to keeping it a secret.

But, I haven’t told Pat that I have feelings for Ally.

I know he’s protective over her, and I just think it is easier without him knowing...

My mind wanders back to that night.

I felt her lips against mine, and I felt them move in-sync with mine.

They were soft, and sweet, and I’ll never get over the taste of them.

I felt her hips in my hands, as she held my cheeks, caressing my jawline.

And it was all right at center ice, of the United Center.

I’m still enchanted by that moment. I still think about it all the time.

These last couple of days, all I have wanted to do is talk to her, or have her by my side.

I’m utterly crazy for her. 

Intoxicated by her love, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

But all I know, is that I like it.

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a blonde haired, blue eyed boy that I like to call, Patty Kane.

“You like her, don’t you?” He says, staring right at me with his stale blue eyes.

Any girl that’s ever met him has talked about those eyes.

They are his key feature, his most prominent trait.

“I’m sorry?” I ask, widening my eyes.

He’s sitting two seats over from me, and he’s looking to his left to talk to me, as I look to my right.

He’s wearing a backwards Blackhawks flat-brim hat, and his blonde curls are escaping from under the rim.

He’s got his mouth partly open, and he’s got a half-smirk on his face.

“Ally. You like her, and I can tell. You just refuse to tell me because you think I won’t let you date her because I’m all protective.” He shrugs, grinning like a little kid.

My eyes widen more than I had intentioned for.

I clear my throat, and re-collect myself.

The accuracy... How?

How did he figure all this out?

“H-how?” I stutter, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

“Come on Jonny, was I born yesterday?” He asks, laughing.

“Sometimes it seems like it,” I mutter.
“What was that?” Pat asks.