Shooting Stars

Chapter 25: Mine

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{Ally}

I throw on my Blackhawks home Toews jersey, and pop on my Chicago Blackhawks hat.

I look in the mirror, and smile back at myself.

The yoga pants, the large hockey jersey, the loose curls in my dark hair, the hockey hat; I like it.

I like how I look right now.

I’m happy with it.

Maybe I’m seeing myself in a different way, now that I know I’m loved by someone.

But, I honestly think that Jonathan has helped my self-esteem, in every single way possible.

It’s Tuesday, June 3, at about 3:00 in the afternoon.

Game one of the Stanley Cup Finals here in Chicago against the New York Rangers, is tonight.

The game isn’t until 7:30 this evening, but of course, why not get ready four hours early?

It’s the Stanley Cup Finals!

Jonathan and Patrick are getting ready to leave to the UC, as they are leaving any minute now.

I’m upstairs in my room, taking a few last glances at myself before the game tonight.

Chaunette is coming over at 3:30, and her and I are going to hang out until about 6:00, when we are leaving for the game.

I swing open my door, and skip down the stairs like a child, excitedly.

I find myself looking at both Jonathan and Patrick as they gather their things at the front entrance of the apartment, in preparation for leaving.

Both boys are wearing suits.

Both of their faces are covered in stubble, Pat’s flow is growing out, and Jonathan’s dark facial hair highlights his features to an even greater extent.

Patrick’s eyes stand out even more with the playoff beard.

Nonetheless, both boys look incredibly handsome.

“Well aren’t you two looking fine,” I giggle, making my way over to the door.

Jonathan swings his large hockey bag over his shoulder, and then looks back at me smiling.

“Game one. Stanley Cup Finals, baby.” He shakes his head, pulling me in for a hug.

I hug him back, kiss him on the cheek, and then take a step back, admiring both him and Patrick.

“You guys got this. I know it.” I nod.

Patrick nods, breathing deeply.

As odd as it may seem, Patrick has always been evidently nervous before Stanley Cup Final games.

During the playoffs, he’s fine, but once the Hawks make it to the finals... that’s when he gets nervous.

“You’ll be fine Pat.” I say, patting his shoulder.

He nods, smiling.

“I know.” He says.

“Good luck boys. I’ll see you at the game.” I exclaim.