Money, Power, and Fame || Jonathan Toews Book 1

Chapter 18 : What?

When I get back to the room Jonathan is awake and talking to Patrick.

"Hey." I say quietly. "Hi." Jonathan says giving me a small smile.

"I'm gonna go pack up for our next flight." Jonathan says walking to the room.

When the door shuts I sigh and Patrick frowns.

"Turns out he's still mad." I say. "Well he's missing out on spending time with you, so that's on him. As for me, I get spend packing time with my beautiful sister." Patrick says slinging his arm around my shoulders.

I roll my eyes and he leads me to his room where clothes are thrown everywhere.

"Yikes." I say. Patrick smiles and begins to gather everything up and toss it in his luggage.

"So haven't told Jonathan?" Patrick asks grabbing the clothes he's gonna wear tonight on our flight.

"Well no he's ignoring me now. Which I may add should be the opposite." I say laying down on his bed. Patrick chuckles and tosses me a hoodie when he notices me shivering.

I thank him and slip it on before laying back down.

"Um, can I talk to you?" Jonathan asks peaking his head into Patrick's room.

I nod standing up and making my way outside.

"I'm sorry, for what I said yesterday. That was really fucked up for me to do that." He says frowning. "It's fine." I say simply.

"Your lying." Jonathan's reaching out for my arm.

I step back and he frowns. "Alina please I'm sorry." Jonathan says. I shake my head and he takes a seat on the couch.

"Someone wants to show my work at their museum." I say looking at him.

"What?" Jonathan asks.

"I accepted it." I add. "No you can't." Jonathan says quickly.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because your perfect where you are." Jonathan says.

"No Jonathan this was the plan. This is my dream! You know it." I say. Jonathan nods slowly and I sit next to him.

"Just promise me one thing." Jonathan says. I nod and he turns to me.

"No matter how famous you get you won't leave." Jonathan says. "Leave what?" I ask. "Me."

I frown and Jonathan stares at me. "Jonathan no matter how much I'm mad at you I could never." I say bringing him into a hug.

"I promise."

~*~
We get on our plane to San Jose.

I sit between Patrick and Jonathan.

Patrick cracks his famous jokes while Jonathan tries to impress me with his pick up lines. That our clearly horrible.

"If I was a photographer I would pictures us together." Jonathan says.

Patrick laughs and we both turn to him.

"You stupid! It's I may not be a photographer but I can picture us together." Patrick says laughing harder.

I laugh and Jonathan blushes. "Oh I got one." I say.

"When I first saw you I knew we could win the Stanley Cup in tonsil hockey." I say.

"That's just horrible." Patrick says. Jonathan smiles and brings me into a kiss.

"Oh I have another one!" I say.

"What?" Jonathan asks laughing.