Trading Places

Chapter Eleven

Over the next week or so, Amanda and Patrick's communication picked up to the point where they were talking almost all day every day. They would hangout when they could, and if they couldn't hangout, they would skype. They continued to get closer, and Amanda credited that to the near-kiss after the charity event.

It was a Friday night, and Amanda was out at dinner with Evan in Tampa. It was an away game, so she flew with Evan to Florida for the game. She hadn't talked to Nicole since their shopping day, so she was glad that Evan still talked to her. They ordered their food and Amanda leaned back in her seat.

"Thank you for coming with me, Evan. I probably would have lost my mind on a plane by myself." She said.

Evan smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't want you to go alone, Amanda. I'm here for ya." he said. "Plus, someone has to wipe up the drool when you watch Sharp." He joked.

Amanda smiled and nudged his arm. "Shut up." She blushed.

"How's all of that going, anyway?" Evan asked as their food came.

"It's going great." She said. "Ever since the charity event, we've been talking almost nonstop." She smiled.

"Maybe he'll kiss you at the game tomorrow." Evan smirked.

"Maybe he'll be too focused on the game." Amanda smirked back and ate with him.

The two of them ate their dinner and talked more about life and the game tomorrow. Amanda couldn't help but get excited; she was finally going to see Patrick play live, and she couldn't be more thrilled. After dinner, Amanda paid for both of them and she and Evan went back to their hotel rooms. When she got her pajamas on, she heard her phone ringing and saw Patrick's picture on the screen.

She smiled as she answered it, sitting on her bed. "Hello?"

"Hey gorgeous." He smiled. "How was dinner?" he asked.

"It went great." Amanda smiled. "Evan said he'll come with me so I won't be sitting alone tomorrow."

"Good." Patrick smiled. "I'm kinda nervous for you to see me play." He teased.

"I'll try not to make too many funny faces." She smiled, joking. "What time do you want us to be over there?" she asked.

"Well the warm-up stuff is kind of boring, so you can probably get there about an hour or two before the game starts. We can get a bite to eat at the arena and relax beforehand." Patrick said.

"That sounds perfect." She smiled. "You guys are going to kill it out there." She said.

"Only because you'll be there." He smiled.

Amanda blushed and shook her head. "If you say so." She smiled. "I'm gonna get some sleep, you rest up too."

"I will." He smiled. "Sweet dreams, Manda." He said.

"Back at ya, Sharpie." She smiled. "Night."

"Night." He smiled and hung up.

Amanda plugged her phone in and curled up under her blanket, falling asleep rather quickly.

The next day, Evan came over to Amanda's room with brunch for the both of them. They ate and got ready for the game, talking as they went along. About half an hour before they were supposed to leave, Amanda got changed. She put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a red, off the shoulder, long sleeve shirt. She let her hair down and straight and had a little bit of makeup on. She came out of the bathroom and put on her black boots, then grabbed the leather jacket she bought for the event. She slid it on and looked at Evan.