Jonathan Toews likes me.
Me.
And I Lacy,
Liked him back.
Wow.
I had a feeling it was going to be extremely awkward.
I walked downstairs.
I went into the kitchen.
I really needed water.
It all feels like a dream.
Does he really like me...?
No.
There's no way.
I can't ask him.
No way.
I guess I'll have to figure it out my self.
"Lacy." Jonathan comes walking in.
He only has Blackhawks sweatpants on.
No shirt.
His abs are rock hard.
Every time I see them I can't stop staring.
"Hey" I say shyly.
"Uhhh..." He says slowly.
"I have to tell you something"
He was about to tell me.
Oh my god.
My stomach flipped.
What would I say?
Would I tell him I like him back?
"Um, well I know I have to tell you this I just don't know how." He says looking down.
"Well I guess here it goes."
He takes a breathe.
"Macy just broke up with Patrick. Literally 2 minutes ago. He's a wreck."
Oh.
So he didn't tell me what I thought.
I couldn't worry about that.
I needed to be by Patrick.
He was always there for me.
Even when I got my period.
He was the first person I told.
He didn't freak out or say ew.
He calmed me down.
"Pat" I say in almost a whisper.
"Are you okay?" I hear him crying.
He's trying not to.
And that's when I break down.
That's my weakness.
When Patrick cries.
It gets me every time.
"It's okay baby. She's not good enough for you anyway."
"Yes she is! I lo-" he sniffles.
"I loved her. And I still do. I don't know how to say goodbye. She's perfect."
I look at Jonathan for help.
"Bud, your Patrick Kane. Nhl SUPERSTAR. Every girl in Chicago loves you. They would do anything just to meet you. You. Okay? Not her."
That was clever.
I thank him silently.
