Cardiac Arrest

Chapter Ten: The Real Date

***KENNEDY'S POV***

The doorbell rang. Oh man, this was it. Yikes. I grabbed my jacket and opened the door.

"Hey there, you excited?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, um, where are we going again?" I stumbled.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's a surprise."

"What's with you and the surprises, huh?" I giggled, walking down the stairs beside him.

"They're fun!"

We got into the car and not long after did I notice we were going to Johnny's Ice House. Oh shit.

He pulled up to the building and must've seen the look in my eyes, because his own eyes grew wide as he asked, "What's wrong? Look, I'm sorry I couldn't get the UC, it's not like it's just there for me to go to when I feel li-" I interrupted him.

"No Patrick, it's fine, I don't care about the UC. It's just, uh. I, I don't know how to skate," I said, ashamed.

"Wait, seriously? You gotta be kidding! You're a professional photographer for an ice hockey team and you can't skate?"

"Y-yeah, um, I'm kind of afraid of skating, if that makes sense...?"

"Well, JFK, we're going to teach you how to skate whether you like it or not."

Ugh, damnit. I hate skating. I've actually never tried ice skating, only roller skating, and my friend broke her tail bone, so no, it wasn't a great experience.

"Let's go, I'll rent you some skates," Patrick said.

"No, it's okay, I uh, I got it. You already have to teach me to skate."

"I insist, a good gentleman always buys on a date," He laughed.

"Isn't that just with dinner?" I giggled.

"Oh shut up, I'm being a gentleman."

He opened the gate and held my hand while he slid onto the ice.

"Oh shit," I said, almost falling.

"It's ok, just put your right foot first, then left, you know," He motioned me through the entire thing until I finally got the hang of going straight.

"You're a natural!" He said.

"Patrick, I can't even turn!" I laughed.

"We'll work on it. Here, grab my hand, and just balance your weight...There! You got it!"

After forty five minutes, I had finally gotten the basics of it and could skate pretty ok, without falling every 10 seconds.

Suddenly, Patrick skated to center ice and laid on his back.

"Come on, lazy!" He yelled to me.

I skated over a little nervously and sprayed a little snow on him.

"Hey! How'd you even learn that! I purposely didn't teach you it!"

"You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out, silly," I exclaimed, laying next to him.

"Now you're a pro, all thanks to me," He said proudly, turning on his side to face me.

"I guess you're just a good teacher," I smiled and turned to face him too.

"You're a good student," He smirked, looking directly into my eyes.

He didn't break eye contact for about 30 (admittedly a little awkward) seconds, before he grabbed my waist and pulled himself closer to me. He moved his face closer to mine, just inches from my lips, and all of a sudden, the lights shut off. The place had just closed and we were laying at center ice. I laughed really hard before realizing I couldn't even see Patrick.

"Patrick?"

"I'm right here, I cannot believe that just happened," He was also laughing pretty hard. It was pitch black in there.

"Was that part of the surprise?" I joked.

"No, but this was," Patrick pressed his lips to mine before I could even figure out was going on. I couldn't even see him in front of my face! This was really happening. I kissed him back, and we layed on the ice kissing for a bit, before the lights turned on and we were interrupted. Patrick quickly pulled away to see a middle-aged man standing outside the rink next to the light switch.

"Hey! PKane? That you?" A facilities member called. "Closing time! Get outta here ya goon," the man laughed.

How embarrassing, I thought.

"Geez, that didn't go as planned," he laughed, while getting into his car.

"Really? I thought the janitor was a nice touch."

"Hey JFK, you aren't as bad as I thought. You're pretty fun to be around," he joked.

"You aren't so bad either, especially when you're not checking my camera into my forehead," I smiled.

Patrick and I went to a bar nearby afterwards.

"I wish you could come to the Dallas game," he said, sipping his 3rd beer.

"Me too, I love hockey. I'll be watching from my apartment though, so you better get a couple points for me," I laughed.

"Of course, your majesty. I'll see you though, after that, right?" He grabbed another beer.

"Yep, at the Sabres game next Saturday."

"That's too long. I'll miss you," I could tell he was a little drunk. Although, so was I.

"Boohoo. You have a ton of girls on the road, right? You can talk to them if you miss me," I said, a little drunk.

"No way. I like you Kennedy. A lot. You're pretty cool, I like that, and, and, you take pictures, that's awesome, and you're a good kisser, and I taught you to skate," he rambled on and on before I realized I wasn't really listening.

"Ok, JFK, let's go home. I'm tired and drunk. Did I tell you that you look hot tonight yet?" He slid his arm around my waist.

"Thanks PKane, let's call a cab," I smiled.