Betting on Kane (Blackhawks Fan-fiction)

Chapter 5

Megan

I hear a phone ringing, but I am having too good a dream to worry about it.  The phone stops ringing.  "Good," I think, "I want to get back to my Patrick Kane dream.  It feels so real."  I snuggle back into my pillow, but the phone rings again.

"Megan."  I hear a voice say.  "Megan.  Are you awake?"

My eyes pop open.  "Okay, so it wasn't a dream.  I actually did meet Patrick Kane yesterday."  I think and everything from last night flashes through my mind.  

"Megan."  Patrick says a little more firmly.

"Yeah, I'm awake.  Kinda."  I reply sleepily.

"Can you hand me my phone?"  He asks as it starts ringing again.  I reach over to the table and grab his phone.  I hand it to him, and he looks at it.

"My mom.  I have to take this."  He explains.  I start to sit up, so he can get up, but he pulls me close to him as he answers.

"Hello?"  He says.  I can only hear his side of the conversation, but they are making arrangements for him to get his parents at the airport.  He says "12:30?  Sounds good.  Send me the flight information and I will be at arrivals by 12:45."  He's quiet again, listening, and then says "Love you too.  Have a safe flight."  And he hangs up.

"Sorry about that, but it's 9:30 in Buffalo, and my mom is persistent."  

"No problem.  I probably should get up and get moving as it is Christmas Eve."

"Crap!  I need to wrap the gifts that I bought yesterday.  Any chance that I could convince you to stay a little while and help?  I'll make you coffee and breakfast."

"I'm not big on breakfast, but coffee sounds great."  I tell him as I start to get up.  He sits up with me and kisses me.

"Good morning!" He says as he lets me get up.  I run to the bathroom while he heads toward the kitchen.  I try to fix my hair a little bit, so it doesn't look like a rats' nest.

When I walk back into the kitchen, he has a coffee cup in hand.  "Choose your poison."  He hands me a variety of Keurig cups.   I choose one and hand it to him.  He puts my cup under the machine and presses start.

"So what are we wrapping?" I ask him.

"I have to run out to my car.  They are all in the trunk.  It's not too many."

As my coffee finishes brewing, there is a knock at his door.  He looks up at me.  "That's weird.  Normally, they don't allow people up without forewarning.  Must be someone I know.  Be right back."

I hear him pad across the floor and unlock the door.  Then I hear him say, "Amanda?! What are you doing here?"

I don't hear her reply, but I hear Patrick respond "I told you that I would call you once my parents were settled if they wanted to see you.  I'm telling them while they are here that we aren't together anymore."

Amanda must have moved into the living room because I can hear her now.  "Pat, I bought your family gifts.  It's Christmas.  We can tolerate each other for a couple of days."

"Amanda, now isn't a good time."  

They continue to talk and I realize that I have to get out of here.  I quickly grab my coat and boots.  I grab the bag where I put my clothes.  There's no time to change, so I'm going to have to wear Patrick's clothes home.  I grab my phone, keys, and purse as I open the door and quietly exit.  I move quickly toward the elevator and I put my boots and coat on as I wait.  The doors open and I get in.  

The doors open into the garage and I walk to my car.  I get in and breathe for a minute.  I notice my work bag on the floor.  I decide that I want to leave Patrick a message.  He has to come out and get his gifts, so he will see it.

I jot a note and put it under his windshield wiper.  I get back into my car, start it, and back out.  I don't feel sad because I know we had a good time, so I'm relatively sure that I will hear from him again.

As I drive home, I think back over our time together and the note that I left.  Just as I pull into my driveway, I realize something very important...we never exchanged phone numbers.  He has no way to contact me and with this realization the tears begin to freely flow.

Patrick

"C'mon, Pat.  You can at least offer me a cup of coffee.  I did come all the way over."  Amanda says as she walks toward the kitchen.

"Great.  This is not going to go well for me or Megan."  I think as I follow her into the kitchen.  Amanda continues to babble, but as I look around I realize that Megan is gone.  All of her stuff is gone.  She left. "Of course, she left.  You idiot, she probably thought you were lying to her since Amanda showed up."  Damn it!  "Maybe she's waiting out at her car.  I told her that I was going to go out there to get the gifts."  I wonder.

"Amanda, I have to run out to my car.  I have some gifts that I need to wrap.  I'll be right back."  I say as I slip on some shoes and grab my keys.  I head down the hall to the elevator and it arrives quickly.  As the doors open to the garage, I immediately see my car and the empty spot beside it.  "Son of a bitch!"  I say out loud to no one in particular.

I walk over to the car to get the gifts from the trunk and I notice a note under my windshield.  I grab it.  It's from her.  

"Patrick,  Thank you so much for a wonderful blind date.  I couldn't have asked for a better knight in shining armor to save my ruined night.  I didn't want to cause any trouble for you, so I thought it best that I leave.  I hope to hear from you soon.  XOXO Megan"

"Thank god she isn't mad." I think as I reread her note.  I'm going to call her now before I head back in to deal with Amanda.  I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contacts.  I realize as I look through the M's...I don't have her number.  We never exchanged them.  "Son of a bitch!"  I yell again.

I don't know how, but I will find her.  I have to.