a/n: I apologize for not updating! I have had this idea for a while, I've just been to lazy to actually to type it out... (laziness amirite?)Also, this chapter is hella short. I will TRY to get a longer chapter in sometime soon. (It's also all dialogue tbh) As always hope y'all enjoy and have a good day!
"I thought you turned the oven off, idiot," I heard Kaner yell. Him being here surprised me, and I soon heard Artemi stutter back,"No, I-I.. Thought you did."
His English was slow, but I was proud of him, since he doesn't know much. I sat up and said,"Jeez, what's up with all this ruckus?"
"Well somebody forgot to turn the oven off after he made a nice breakfast for you," Patrick replied. He sounded a lot like a five year old saying that.
"Sorry," (R) Artemi muttered as his gaze shifted to the floor.
"I'm fine with it, just as long as nobody burns anything down," (R) I replied with a little laugh. Artemi looked up and nodded as Patrick looked at both of us like a confused dog.
"I have no idea what both of you just said, but I was just coming to get Artemi for a little team lunch.." Patrick trailed off.
"Wait lunch? I seriously slept that long?" I asked myself.
"It's 11 actually, but Patrick told me it was an early lunch." (R) Artemi replied quietly.
"They also said that they wanted just us to be there, so I guess you'll be alone for a little while," Patrick said, still quite confused,"Okay just let me say this, but I feel like you guys are keeping secrets from me when you speak Russian..,"
I replied with a laugh, and so did Artemi.
"I think I'm going to head back, since Gianna is probably ready to murder me...," I replied," so could one of you drive me home? Maybe?"
Artemi looked up and replied,"I'll do it." (R)
"So I'll meet you at the place then? I still have no idea what you are saying." Patrick asked. Artemi looked over at him and nodded. "Alright then." Patrick said with a sigh.
After a few awkward seconds of silence we both walked out and got into our cars.
Artemi put his hand on mine, which was resting on my thigh. The ride back was silent, yet calming to have his hand there.
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FanfictionKristina lived in Russia for all of her childhood. When she moves to Chicago, she picks up the love of hockey and the Blackhawks. She gets tickets to a game and the ability to go meet some of the players. She meets the famed Artemi Panarin, a frien...