Make Me Laugh - Chicago Blackhawks

Chapter 2

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was Patrick kneeled beside me with a hand placed on my side. He was wearing a pair of nice fitted jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of running shoes. On top of his head was a black baseball cap, his hockey team advertised on it, keeping his dark brown hair back.

He had shook me awake.

And the second thing I noticed, was the surroundings. I was placed in the middle of our beige leathered sectional couch, a fleece blanket thrown over top of me to keep me warm. I looked down at my feet, noticing the big fuzzy sucks that uncle Patrick or aunt Abby must of put on my feet. I always wear sucks, or my feet turn ice cold. I averted my eyes from my feet and back up to Patrick, who still leaned over me with a concerned facial expression.

"What time is it?" I asked, my groggy voice almost making it too hard to understand.

I stretched my arms out, letting out a quiet yawn, before bringing them back down to my side and rolling over onto my stomach. I wrapped my arms around the couch pillow, pulling it underneath my head and finally dropping my head down onto it.

"It's around eight." Patrick spoke, his voice gentle as he rubbed his warm hands up and down my back.

Patrick has always been a gentle and caring guy. I know what you're thinking, 'he's a hockey player, he's not suppose to be gentle!', but that's not entirely true. One thing I've noticed when watching hockey games and post-game interviews, their personality's are so much different off the ice then what it is on the ice.

He dropped his hand from my back, and pushed his self up off of the ground so that he was now standing. "We're heading to Duncan's in a few minutes, go get ready."

It's been a week since I met the guys, but I've only seen them at least three times in the the past week. To busy with movie marathon's. Anyway, two days ago - Wednesday - Duncan invited us, along with the rest of the team and their families, over for a bonfire on the lake - yes, he lives on the lake - and a game of hockey. Of course, I'm not playing, but I will sit and watch.

I pushed the warm blanket off of me, using both of my arms to push me up into a sitting position. I looked down at what I was wearing, my eyes quickly scanning over my baggy grey sweatpants, black tank top, and the big red jumper that was thrown over top of it. My hair was in a loose braid, strands of blonde hair sticking out everywhere.

I looked up at Patrick, rubbing a hand across my sleep eyes. "I'll just wear this."

Patrick nodded, then looked over at the kitchen entrance as my aunt walked out, holding both my crutches and knee brace. She wore a pair of black leggings that hugged her legs, grey uggs, a white zip up sweater and a grey scarf wrapped around her neck. Her light brown hair was straightened and hung down to her shoulder blades. Also, around her neck was a gold locket, the same gold locket my father gave her last year for her thirty first birthday.

"The babysitter's up stairs with the girls, we can leave now." She spoke, letting out an exasperated breath.

Once Abby reached the couch, she handed me my knee brace and gave my crutches to Patrick before heading over to the closet to find me my shoes. I quickly strapped up my knee brace underneath my sweatpants and slipped on my black ugg's that Abby had got me from the closet. Patrick grabbed my hand, and helped me up off of the couch, handing over my crutches before heading to the door and grabbing the truck keys off the hanger.

"Ready?" He asked, draping a black duffle bag that was most likely full of hockey gear, over his shoulder and grabbing the hockey stick that was up against the wall.

Abby reached into the closet, pulling out her coat and my coat. She threw my thick black coat over to me and I put it on, while she put her perfectly white one on. After we were situated, Abby and I nodded our heads in confirmation and followed him out the door, instantly met by the frosty cold winter air.