One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

Apologize

-Skylar's POV-

The game ends with a Blackhawks win and I enjoy the tune of Chelsea dagger with the Kane family. We wait in the parking lot for Patrick and talk about the game. They are such a wholesome bunch, I enjoyed every second with them.

Soon after the game a drunk Kings fan walks by muttering incoherent cuss words and he notices us all sporting our Kane jerseys. "Patrick Kane fucking sucks" he slurs pointing his finger in our direction, the best he could at least.

"Excuse me sir, that wasn't very nice. I think you should apologize" I say crossing my arms trying my best to be nice.

"Fuck you too" he yells throwing his arms in the air. I didn't want to do this but I can't stand these entitled fans not being able to control themselves. You don't have to like the other team but it's another thing to go out ok'd your way and say these hurtful and false things.

"Okay listen here you crotchety old man. I get your angry that Patrick undressed your players faster than a stripper in a club but your drunk ass needs to understand that your petty feelings will not make Patrick a bad player. So next time you walk out accusing one of the most electrifying players in the NHL of sucking I suggest you rethink your horrid words" I say calmly. I'm sure he retained about 40% of what I just said but I heard him all night long and I was about sick and tired of it.

"Is there a problem here" a voice says and I see Patrick standing behind me.

"No. This man here wanted to apologize for his poor behavior" I say pushing Pat towards the man. After letting it fall silent I clear my throat and he finally speaks.

"I'm sorry Patrick. I don't actually think you're a bad player, I'm just pissed we lost" he sighs. Patrick looks at me confused as hell but nods anyways.

"Thank you sir, I appreciate that" he says as we walk away. "What was that about" he asks to anybody willing to answer.

"Skylar just made a Kings fan feel bad about himself and apologize to you. I think the hockey gods are dying or something" Jessica laughs. I look up at Patrick and just shrug.

"He was being disrespectful and you know how much I hate that" I say. He pulls me in a side hug and kisses the top of my head.

"Thank you. How about we grab some food" he suggest as we all pile in his car.

We spend the night laughing and having a great time. Eventually it gets late and Patrick's family has a early flight so they had to go.

"It was so great meeting you guys" I say hugging each person. Now I know why Patrick is such a great person.

"Don't be a stranger. You have all our numbers. If you ever need help or anything let us know" Donna says holding my shoulders.

"Of course" I say patting her hand.

They all head to the hotel and I decide to go home. "I'm so glad you're back" I say walking to my car at the UC. Patrick is leaning against it watching my movements.

"I'm happy to be back" he smiles and gets up to open my door for me.

"Such a gentleman" I tease and he shakes his head.

"Thanks for hanging with my family. They love you almost as much as I do" he laughs. He soon realized what he said and instantly freezes. I didn't know what to do so we both just stand there. Did he mean like... love love? "I mean like I think a lot of you and that you're great" he rambles.

"I know Pat, don't worry. I understand" I say with a small smile. He laughs dryly and looks at me then lets out a sigh.

"That got awkward fast" he states. I nod and remove a piece of hair from my face.

"So, I guess I'll see you soon" I say getting in the car. "I would really like that" he smiles and I close the door before driving away.

The next day I go along my life like usual. Wake up, shower, study, class, lunch, class, study, cry, hang with Natalie, study. That's about it.

"Were you expecting someone" Natalie asks sitting in the couch watching tv.

"No, I would have put on actual clothes if I were" I laugh motioning to the huge t-shirt and underwear I was wearing.

"Well Patrick is on his way up here" she says. I dart off the couch and throw pants on and answer the door.

"Hey Pat, what's up" I wonder.

"Is that my shirt" he asks pointing to my top. I blush a little and nod.

"Yeah. You let me borrow it the last time I slept over and I really like it. It smells good" I say.

"Anyways. I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk" he wonders. I look at my watch and see it's only 7.

"Yeah sure, let me change" I say motioning for him to come in. He sits next to Nat and they talk about the Grammys while I changed. Patrick always fought for Taylor and Natalie will always side with Beyoncé. It was kind of funny actually. I quickly change before they ripped each other's heads off and drag him out.

We walk the normal path we usually took and silently enjoyed each other company. Times like this I'm really happy to have a friend like him. I did like him but I just couldn't tell him. Not yet at least. We turn the corner and I see someone I was hoping to go my whole life without seeing again...