One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

Date Night

-Patrick's POV-

"This... is great" Skylar says looking around. I took her to Rainforest Cafe because there was animals and it was cool and I had no other ideas. I tried adding everything her brother told me into this date but I wasn't sure. I knew her better than I knew anyone but she's still a mystery to me. The decor was pretty cool though.

"You like it" I ask with a shaky voice and she turns to look at me with a eyebrow cocked.

"Why are you so nervous" she laughs. I throw my elbows on the table and place my head in my hands.

"I don't even know" I admit. "I'm afraid if this doesn't go well I won't just lose the girl I'm in love with but my best friend too".

"Listen. You don't need to impress me, I already think you have more talent in your pinky than 90% of Chicago. You don't need to convince me that I like you, because I love you. And you don't need to make this night perfect, I don't want perfection, all I want is you" she says placing one of her hands on mine. I lift my head to see that beautiful smile and right then I knew that we were going to be all right.

We spent the dinner acting silly like we always do. Talking about hockey and my crazy sisters. "So... when do you think you guys are going to get a Stanley Cup" she asks taking a sip of her water.

"When" I ask with a laugh.

"Yeah. You guys are way too fucking talented to not win one, or five. So my question is when" she states surely. I ponder my thoughts for a while before I answer.

"I mean we got a pretty good team right now. I'd say either this year or next year would be the best chance" I admit.

After we got the bill we took funny pictures with the animals around the restaurant and had a amazing time.

"Okay skipper, where to next" she asks holding my hand.

"There" I say pointing to a colorful looking building. M
"What is that, exactly" she asks with her eyebrows furrowed.

"You'll see" I smirk and start running. She keeps up behind me never letting go of my hand until we get inside.

"Oh my god" she whispers looking around. We were at a painting studio, I had gotten us a room where we could just paint and enjoy each other.

A lady takes us to a all white room with two wooden stools and two canvas' on a stand facing each other. There's was hundreds of different colors around to room and Skylar seemed to know exactly what she wanted to paint. We sit down on the stools and start. For a while the silence was a little scary but became comfortable after a while. I'm not artistic whatsoever so I just stick to what I know. Which is hockey.

"How's it going over there" I ask about a hour in.

"Good. How did you know about all this stuff anyway? My favorite flowers and color. Painting..." she asks never separating her focus from the canvas.

"I have my sources" I say making the puck, which is the only recognizable thing on there.

A while later we finish and I take a good look at my painting. It actually wasn't that bad. I turn it around and she lets out a giggle. "It's cute" she says trying to cover the fact she just laughed at me.

"You're cute" I say leaving a red paint mark on her nose. She inhales harshly before picking up a paint brush and dipping it in blue paint.

"No no no. You better not" I say holding up the stool I once occupied.

"It's on" she screams and tosses the paint leaving splatter marks all over me. I run and pick up a cup of paint and toss it at her. She grabs a cup and pours the contents over my head. A few minutes later we're both covered in all different types of paint and were rolling on the ground. Both of us breathless from laughing lay on the ground just smiling.

"I love you" I remind her.

"I love you too" she says.

The floor was insanely slippery so she easily slide into my arms as we lay there. The door swings open and a very angry looking woman stood there with her hands on her hips. We both jump to our feet and slide across the painted floor back to the front.

"We're so sorry" she starts.

"Yeah. Um... I'll pay for anything that needs to be done" I assure the lady. She quickly and silently kicked us out and set our pictures outside side by side walk. I finally get a look at hers and my jaw drops. It was her and I center ice at the UC kissing and it looked so realistic.

"Holy hell Sky. Are you related to Picasso" I ask careful not to touch it and ruin it.

"No. I don't paint much, only when I was a kid. But I've always loved it, just couldn't get back into it" she answers staring at the painting. I turn her so she's facing me. She looked so hurt yet so happy and I had no clue what to do. So I kissed her. I close my eyes and lean in and meet her lips. She quickly opens her mouth and the kiss turns into a make out.

"How are we getting home because we are not getting in your car like this" she giggles.

"I have no idea. As long as I'm with you, quite frankly I don't care" I admit.