I slowly walked inside again and carefully passed the two girls from earlier. I made my way over towards Kasey at our table. I noticed her parents had retired from the dance floor as well as quite a few other people. I sat down and looked at Kasey. She was staring at her phone with a smile plastered on her face. I figured it was that boy from earlier that she was practically making babies with at the table. Her long nails clicked as she type away on her phone and everytime it dinged she giggled.
I was getting pretty tired of her constantly giggling so I reached across the table and snatched the phone right out of her hand and proceeded to drop it in my bra. She crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at me. I shrugged and moved on to pulling out my phone and texting 'Mystery' aka Jonathan.
I could still feel Kasey's eyes burning a hole in my forehead as I typed in a simple 'hey' and pressed send. I felt my breast vibrate but ignored it as I pressed the home button on my smartphone and randomly picked a game to play. My breast kept vibrating so I eventually took the phone out of my bra and handed it to Kasey causing the bionic stare to be directing towards her phone.
I wasn't even paying attention to my game as I just stared at the 'GAME OVER' staring back at me. I exited out of the game and checked the time
10:49
Hmmm...not too bad. At least I'll get to head home soon and get out of this dorky red dress that Kasey said was my perfect color. I heard my phone ding and I picked it up.
'Hey I totally forgot to ask you your name earlier. Stupid me.'
I laughed as I replied.
'Amy. What's yours?'
I immediately got a reply.
'Jonathan'
Knew it.
'Knew it. your Jonathan Toews aren't you?'
'How'd you find out?'
'Sharpie.' I chuckled remembering meeting him. Kasey glared at me
"Hypocrite"
"Hey, I wasn't laughing at the text I was laughing at a memory."
"Sure you were." you could hear the sarcasm in her voice from a mile away.
"Who ya textin?"
"No one."
"Suuuuuuuure." She leaned in closer to see my screen. I quickly turned off my phone and faced the screen the other way.
"Is he cute?"
"Maybe..."
"Amy has a boyfriend! Amy has a boyfriend!" She was jumping up and down in her seat doing alittle dance. I always knew she was crazy. My phone dinged.
"Stupid Sharpie 😒" My shoulders bounced as I 'laughed' at the text. Kasey immediately quit dancing.
"Can I see a picture?"
"No" I told her. She'll never believe that it's Jonathan Toews,but I am curious as to who she was lip locking with earlier...
"I'll show you a picture if you tell me who you were lip locking"
"Fine. It was the one and only Patrick Kane!!" she squealed. Ok maybe she will believe me.
"Now show me" she was practically on her knees begging me. I went to my gallery and found a picture of him I had saved awhile ago.
"Jonathan Toews?!"
"Yup." I proudly replied while popping my 'p'.
"You go girl!" We practically fangirled the rest of the night until it was time to go. We managed to find a few Blackhawks and take pictures with them.
...............
As I lay back on my bed after relieving my feet of those demons called heels I immediately began giggling like a starstruck teenager. I felt a weight on my chest as I looked up to Secret my dog. Let me tell y'all she ain't small either considering the fact that she's a golden retriever.
I heard my phone ding for the umpteenth time tonight. not that I minded it was usually Jonathan anyways.
'Hey I was wondering if you were free this Friday?'
'Yeah why?
'Would to like to go to a movie with me?'
'I'd love to'
'Perfect can I have your address and I pick you up at 6:00'
I texted him my address then turned off my phone. I lazily stood up pushing my dog off me and slipped off my dress and left it on the ground. I didn't even bother putting on PJ's or brushing my teeth. I slipped into bed sleeping peacefully in just my bloomers. Friday please hurry up and get here.
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The Masquerade ~ Jonathan Toews
FanfictionAmy absolutely hates wearing fancy gowns and makeup. She especially hates getting caught wearing it. She'll choose cowboy boots over heels any day,but when her girly friend ropes her into coming to a masquerade ball in Chicago, she doesn't leave the...