icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Center City, Philadelphia

I woke up to the morning sun shining incredibly brightly through the window. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. I heard a shower running from the attached bathroom. I looked down to see a baggy sweatshirt with the team name "Wheat Kings" plastered on it. The name rung a bell but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I heard the shower water shut off, my morning daze still not worn off. Within seconds, out walks Nolan Patrick, in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his hips, showing off his toned torso.

"Oh, you're awake," he says, a dark red spreading onto his cheeks.

"What-did we- what happened?" I asked, still not fully awake and suffering from a killer headache.

"You had like 10 shots, got super wasted and then you fell asleep." He explained, picking out a pair of black shorts and an orange Flyers sweatshirt.

"Oh, well sorry that you had to take care of me," I said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed that I met this guy last night.

"It's no problem, but all of your friends left about an hour ago, I have morning skate in like 30 minutes but I can drive you home on my way there?" He said.

"That would be great thanks."

I started to look around for my romper, but when Nolan said that Maddie wore it back to the dorm because she couldn't find her shirt, he offered to lend me a pair of sweats. I thanked him and 10 minutes later we were driving to my dorm.

"I'm in 1940 Residence Hall," I stated.

The drive was short and quiet, besides the quiet music playing in the car. When we got it my dorm, I undid my seatbelt and began to open the door.

"Oh, I'll just give Ashley your clothes sometime," I said sheepishly.

"Or we could hangout sometime and you could give them to me then?" He asked, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks.

I bit back a squeal and smiled, "I'd like that a lot. What's your snapchat? We could make plans?"

He gave me his snapchat and I thanked him again for taking care of me last night. I braced myself as I opened my dorm room door. Maddie was sat upon her bed, looking at her phone. Her eyes met mine and they went wide, a quiet screech exiting her lips.

"What the hell happened last night?! Tell me everything!" She said, grabbing my arms.

"It would be nice if I could remember..." I said, "Nolan says nothing happened though. I woke up in his bed with his sweatshirt on. Thank you, by the way, for taking my clothes. These are his,"

"Just so you know, I didn't actually lose my shirt," She giggled.

"I'm going to kill you," I slapped her arm, walking over to sit on my bed.

"You'll thank me later."

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Ashley, Maddie and I walked into the Wells Fargo Center, the crowds of orange and black making it difficult to navigate.