Opal's Boy

Chapter 1

"No, Patrick. I told you no the last time."

"Opal please. This house has so many rooms. You won't even hear us."

"Patrick."

"C'mon Opie."

"I don't wanna see her tomorrow morning."

"You got it."

I hung up and grabbed a bag of popcorn and a soda. I ran up to my room and closed my door, hoping to be deep in a movie by the time Patrick and that girl got here.

Not too long later, the front door was opened and promptly slammed shut, with the ditzy giggle of a drunk girl ringing through the house.

Annoyed, I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.

"Patrick!" The girl slurred.

Her voice was getting closer to my room.

"No, this way." I heard Patrick say as he guided her down the hallway.

I heard the door slam and that was it.

Not too long later, I got bored of the movie and fell asleep.

----------------------------------------------

"Morning sunshine," I said to a messy haired Patrick.

"Hey Ope," he said as he kissed my cheek and sat on a barstool.

"She still here?" I asked as I split eggs between two plates.

"You said you didn't wanna see her, right? I made her leave right after we were done," he said proudly.

"Patrick, I can't do this anymore. I told you that the last time."

I sat a plate in front of him and sat down.

"I know, I know," he muttered as he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Patrick I'm serious! I hate when you treat me like I'm one of your boys who's okay with it! It makes me really uncomfortable and I'm tired of it!" I said angrily.

"I'm sorry Opal. But you know I can't do it at my place! Not with Toews as a roommate at least," he complained.

"Ever thought of stopping? Maybe settling down for once?" I smirked as I took a bite of the eggs.

He laughed and shook his head.

"You're something, you know that?"

I winked and kept eating my breakfast.

After we were both cleaned up, we sat in the living room.

"Shouldn't you be at the rink?" I asked as I painted my nails.

"Nah, win a game, lose a practice," he grinned.

"What ya planning on doing today?" I asked him.

"Hangin' with my favorite girl," he winked at me.

I squealed as he pulled me into him and started kissing me all over my face.

"Patrick stop! My nails!" I yelled playfully.

He laughed and kissed my cheek one last time before he pulled away. Even though I rolled my eyes like I didn't want it, I really did.

Truth was, I wanted Patrick all to myself.

We met at a game two years ago and he saw something in me he didn't see in other girls.

He saw a companion.

I sometimes considered myself lucky. Lucky I wasn't one of the girls he had sex with and never talked to again. But then again, I constantly caught myself wishing I was a one of them. I'd been hit on by many guys on the team, but not by Patrick. Never by Patrick.

"I need a hug," he sighed as he looked straight ahead.

Sometimes, when reality finally set in, Patrick would start to feel guilty for his actions.

I leaned over to him and embraced him. I felt his breathing calm down as he melted into me.

"It's gonna be okay, you know that right?" I whispered.

He pulled away and smirked.

He playfully punched me on the shoulder.

"I know."

There it was. The friendly way out.

"You wanna get some coffee? Let's go get coffee," Patrick said as he helped me off the couch.

When we got to the coffee shop, we ordered a couple of bagels.

"You been talking to anyone lately?" Patrick asked as he stuffed his face.

"No sir. I don't have time for that."

I was an athletic trainer and worked with the Blackhawks, Bears, Cubs, and Bulls. I met lots of guys but had no time for them. None except for Patrick, of course.

"Oh shut up. You basically have sex with us guys when you're helping us out," he laughed.

"You're so gross! It's my job to help y'all stretch and things of that nature," I said as I rolled my eyes.

He laughed and took another giant bite from his bagel.

"So I heard the Hawks are playing the Penguins tomorrow night," I said slyly.

Patrick just rolled his eyes.

He knew how much I loved Sidney Crosby and he didn't approve.

"I swear, if I see you at that game sporting any jersey except mine, I'm gonna murder you," he said.

"But I love Sidney!" I whined playfully.

"Who doesn't" he muttered under his breath.

"Is someone a little jealous?" I grinned, taking a bite of my bagel.

"Oh shut up. We're gonna beat the Pens so I have nothing to worry about."

I nodded and finished eating my bagel.

When we got back to my house, we sat down to play cards.

"We're going to a club after we win tomorrow. You in?" He aksed me.

"Yeah, of course. What should I wear?" I asked as I laid a few cards down.

"I'll come home with you tomorrow night and we can decide then."

"Patrick, I mean this when I say it, no girls are coming back to this house," I told him.

"Fine, fine. But can I at least come back?" He whined.

"You have your own house," I said.

"Yeah, but I like yours better," he shrugged.

"Fine, you can come back, no girls, only you."

He smiled and knocked the cards out of my hand.

"I'm bored. Let's watch a movie."

After we watched enough movies to last us a lifetime, it was time for bed.

"You should probably get going," I told him as we sat side by side.

He looked over at me and sighed.

"I know. I'll see you tomorrow though. I'm serious about that jersey. I better not see Crosby across your back," he told me.

"Anything for my Kaner," I smiled.

He smiled back at me and leaned in. Just as I thought he was about to kiss me, he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"It was nice hanging out with you today, Ope. Sleep good," he said as he walked to the door.

"You too, Kane. You'll do just fine tomorrow."

He winked and walked outside.