NHL Imagines

Patrick Kane - #88 Chicago Blackhawks

Even though I hate the hawks, I gotta admit Kane ain't bad lookin'. So in honor of him getting the Hart, the Ted Lindsay and the Art-Ross I give you Patrick Kane.

1500+ words. Enjoy!
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"(Y/N)!" Your best friend, Katie, yells to you as she opens the door to your shared apartment in downtown Chicago. "Guess what I got!" She shuts the door loudly and kicks her shoes off before she runs through the kitchen and into your small living room. You pause the episode from the couch, of OITNB that you are watching on Netflix on the TV.

"What?" You say annoyed as you look up at her.

"You don't have to be so pissy," Katie says just as annoyed as she sits down next to you.

"Sorry. I'm just really into this episode," you apologize.

"It's all good," she confirms. "Here," she says as she hands me an envelope. Her face lights up in a smile as I hesitantly take the envelope from her. "Open it!" Katie yells excitedly.

You open the envelope and pull out two tickets to the Blackhawks game tonight. "No way!" You scream as you jump up off the couch. "OH MY GOD THANK YOU!" You shout as you hug Katie after pulling her up off of the couch.
Katie laughs as she wraps her arms around you. "You're welcome," she says happily. "Since you covered me for rent last month I thought I would make it up to you by buying you tickets. I know you love them," she explains as you let her out of the hug.

"Thanks Katie! I love them," you say, hugging the tickets. "You're coming with me right?" You ask.

"Of course! I wouldn't miss my best friend getting to see her favorite hockey team play," Katie says happily. "It starts at 6."

You look at the time and see that it's already 3 o'clock. "Crap! I need to get ready. What gear am I gonna wear? How should I do my hair? Oh my gosh," you mumble to yourself as you walk to your room. You shower quickly and blow dry your hair and put on some mascara. You grab your dark wash skinny jeans, your black, ankle high boots and your Kane jersey out of your closet and put them on. You lift your Blackhawks hat off of your bed post and fit it to your head. You pose in front of your mirror and do a quick 360. "Hm I'm impressed," you say to yourself as you look yourself over in the mirror.

"(Y/N)! You ready to go?" Katie yells from down the hall.

"Yup!" You answer just as loudly, as you grab your phone from its charger and your wallet and put them both in your jean pockets. You run down the hall and grab your keys off of the counter. "Let's go," you say excitedly as you face Katie, ready to leave. She opens the door to your apartment and you follow her after closing and locking the door. You are both too excited so you take the stairs down three flights instead of taking the elevator. You lead as you head around back of the building to the little parking lot and hop into your car.

After you get to the arena before warm ups start, you and Katie find your seats which are in the front row, next to the bench right behind the glass. The guys come out on to the ice for the start of warm ups. The arena is slowly starting to fill up as Katie says, "I'm going to go grab a beer and some popcorn. Do you want anything?"

Katie stands up as you respond, "yeah. Can you get me a beer and a slice of pizza?"

"Kay. Sounds good. I'll be back!" She exclaims happily as she grabs the ten dollar bill you handed to her. You watch her as she leaves your row and runs up the stairs to get both of your food requests.