Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Summer Nights-Jeff Skinner

“Avery, come on we’re going to miss the plane,” Michelle Maurice called to her daughter from outside of the bathroom in the small commercial airport in Sault Ste Marie, Ontario.

“Coming mom, give me a second,” she replied washing her hands before grabbing her carryon bag and opening the door.

“The just announced the final boarding call, what took you so long?”

“Jamie called me and we started talking and I lost track of time, I’m sorry.”

Michelle smiled at her oldest child, “It’s fine but come on before the plane takes off without us.”

“Who am I sitting next to,” Avery asked looking at her ticket.

“You’re sitting next to Sydney and Jake. Luke is sitting in between your dad and I, we figured you could watch the two of them.”

“That’s fine, as long as they decide not to act like idiots.”

“Your father already told them that they will be on the first flight home if they decide to misbehave,” Michelle reassured her daughter as they boarded the plane. Sydney and Jake were already battling over who got to play with the DS first.

“Sydney, you have your own,” Paul Maurice said to his second born child, “Give it back to your brother.”

“I’ll handle this,” Avery said taking the DS from her sister and giving it back to her brother, “Sydney, yours is in my bag since I noticed you left it. Now please behave the whole flight there or I’m calling Aunt Melanie and she will take you two for the summer, am I clear?”

“Yes Avery,” they both said in unison as the girl sat down in her seat.

The plane took off shortly after and when they were high above the clouds and Avery felt it was safe to take off her seatbelt, she headed to the nearest bathroom.

Just as she opened the curtains of the first class section, one perk of having a father who was a coach in the NHL, she headed to the restroom in the back of the plane. Passing a row of young boys who looked her age, she made eye contact with the one that looked like he could have been a Jonas Brother.

The young boy gave her a smile that lit up his entire face and his dimples made her heart beat out of her chest as she returned the gesture and continued her journey to the back of the plane. Once she was finished, she went to open the door and heard someone groan.

“I’m so sorry,” she said bending down to help the person that she knocked over.

“It’s okay,” the male said standing up and laughing lightly, “No harm, no foul.”

Avery swallowed hard when she realized it was the boy she made eye contact with before she entered the restroom.

“Well, I better get back to my seat,” she said awkwardly, “We should be landing soon.”

Jeff scratched the back of his neck nervously as Avery walked back to her seat. Avery saw her brothers and sister were sleeping. Quietly slipping into her seat, she put her earbuds in her ears and fell asleep.

She was woken up a couple of hours later by her dad tapping her on the shoulder, “Honey, wake up we’re about to land.”

Avery groaned before sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes. They landed at Miami International airport and after claiming their bags from the baggage claim, the Maurice family headed to their beach front house that would be theirs all summer.

Avery grabbed a towel and lay on the beach with her iPhone firmly by her side. The sounds of “Even Flow” by Pearl Jam filled her ears. She was enjoying the sun when she felt someone sit down on the sand next to her.

“Why do I have a feeling we should know each other,” a voice said beside her. She removed her sunglasses and saw the same dimples that made her heart melt on the plane sitting beside her.

“You’re just stalking me now,” Avery smiled causing the brown haired man to laugh, “I’m Avery by the way.”

“I’m Jeff,” he said sticking out his hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she smiled.

“How come you are by yourself,” he asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“My family is jetlagged from watching my brothers and sister on the plane. I put my ear buds in and tuned them out and fell asleep, how about you?”

“I’m here with a couple of my friends from back home.”

“Where are you from?”

“Markham, Ontario. You?”

“I’m from Sault Ste. Marie but I spend a majority of my time in North Carolina.”

“Why there?”

“My dad’s job keeps him there a lot, so we bought a house there.”

“That’s cool, I guess,” Jeff smiled not pushing the subject, “So, have you eaten yet today?”

“Just when we first boarded the plane other than that I haven’t eaten anything.”

“There’s a restaurant around the corner, want to go get something to eat,” Jeff stuttered causing Avery to laugh.

“You’re adorable,” she said causing Jeff to blush, “How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” he replied, “You?”


Jeff smiled as he lead Avery to the small restaurant down the beach. They talked about everything and she found out that he played hockey and that he would be entering the NHL draft the following summer.

Avery and Jeff walked on the beach before sitting down. It was now dark out and the stars were shining over the ocean. Avery and Jeff both lied back on the beach looking up at the sky, admiring the stars shining bright over the ocean.

“It’s beautiful,” Avery said turning to look at Jeff.

“Yeah it is,” he replied smiling.

Avery stared up at the sky and Jeff sighed to himself.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked feeling his face turn red with embarrassment.

Avery turned her head and leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The two of them pulled away when her phone rang and it was her mom asking her where she was.

“I have to go,” Avery said, “Thanks for tonight.”

Jeff smiled awkwardly, “You’re welcome.”

“I’ll see you around,” she said grabbing her shoes, heading back towards her beach house.

“Let me walk you home.”

“It’s fine,” she called back walking up steps, “I’m home already.”

“Meet me for lunch tomorrow,” he asked.

“I’ll meet you at the beach,” she waved walking in sliding the door behind her, giving him a wave.

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled to himself heading back to his hotel.

As the summer went on, Avery and Jeff spent almost every day together. By the middle of the summer they were a couple. When summer came to an end it was bittersweet for the both of them.

Avery and Jeff stood on the beach the night before Avery left to go back home to Canada.

“I’m going to miss you,” Avery said as Jeff held her close.

“I’m going to miss you too, promise we’ll keep in touch and we’ll try to visit each other.”

“I promise,” Avery sniffled causing Jeff to pull her close to him, “God, I thought stuff like this only happened in Grease.”

Jeff laughed, “Maybe we’ll meet somewhere unexpected again one day.”

“I could only hope,” she whispered before looking at the watch on her wrist, “I have to go.”

Jeff wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. It was their last kiss, both of them knew it, summer love never lasted.

“I’ll see you around,” Jeff whispered as Avery walked away.

“Bye,” she replied giving him one last kiss before heading into the house. With one last look behind her, she felt her heart break as she watched Jeff stand on the beach waiting for her to come back.

The rest of the year seemed to go slowly for Avery. Every day she thought about Jeff. When the summer of 2010 came, Avery spent the summer at her grandmother’s house in Edmonton. When Avery returned to Carolina in September right before school started.

“Did daddy tell you,” Sydney asked as Avery came downstairs to the living room to watch her little brothers fight over the Xbox.

“Tell me what,” she asked.

“We’re getting a new house guest,” Michelle told her daughter.

“We’re finally getting a puppy,” she asked.

“No, not a puppy,” Paul Maurice said laughing coming through the door. Avery turned around and gasped, “The new rookie lives with us.”

“Avery, we’d like you to meet,” Michelle began.

“Jeff,” Avery and Jeff walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“You two know each other,” Paul asked his daughter.

“Jeff,” Michelle whispered, “He’s the Jeff she met at the beach last summer. It all makes sense now.”

“You didn’t tell me your dad was Paul Maurice,” Jeff said as he and Avery sat on the back porch.

“Hardly anyone knows,” Avery said, “I try to stay out of the public eye.”

Jeff smiled and leaned forward to give Avery a kiss, “I missed you so much.”

“I tried getting over you,” she admitted, “It just wasn’t possible.”

“I’m here for three years and hopefully more after that,” he replied, “We’ll get to see each other every day and I only have to leave for away games.”

“What about when summer comes,” Avery asked.

“We spend it together,” he smiled pulling her close to him.

Avery wrapped her arms around his waist and they stayed like that until Michelle told them dinner was ready. Who said summer love only lasts in movies?

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dirty Laundry-Steven Stamkos

“Riley,” Steve called up the steps to his little sister, “Can you come down here for a second?”

Riley Downie rolled her eyes as she ended the call on her cell phone and slowly walked down the steps.

“Could you go any slower,” her brother barked.

“Shut the fuck up, Steve! What did you want me to do, fly down the fucking stairs?”

“That would have been nice,” Steve growled.

“You’re such an asshole!”

“Whatever, but please be home later. Stammer is coming to do his laundry and since he doesn’t have a key to the house, I told him you’d be home.”

“All of that money he makes and he doesn’t have his own washer and dryer, are you two homo or something?”

“Would you still have a crush on him if he was gay?”

“Really, Steve, really? We’re going to do this now!”

“I’m going on a date tonight, so just behave yourself.”

“Who’d you pay to go on a date with you? That girl must be desperate or completely insane if she’s going out with you.”

“You’re a total bitch, I have no idea how we’re related.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, you’re an asshole. You’re totally not my brother.”

Riley and Steve bared a striking resemblance to each other, both had dark brown hair and dark chocolate colored eyes. Riley moved in with Steve shortly after he was traded to Tampa from Philadelphia. Deep down, both siblings loved each other but had a funny way of showing it.

“Alright, well enough with this bullshit, I’m going to pick up Maria, I’ll be home later. Don’t wait up for me,” Steve said winking and Riley flipped him off.

She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, she settled on some random movie that she had saw over and over again when there was a knocking at the door. Debating whether or not she should answer it to be a smartass since she knew it was Steven, she sighed before she stood up from the couch and opened the door.

“Hey Riley,” Steven said smiling, “How are you?”

“Fabulous,” Riley replied sarcastically as she opened the door all the way to let Steven in the house.

Steven laughed as he made his way in the house with his bag of laundry.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’ll take a bottle of water, if you have it but if not I’ll take a glass of water.”

Going into the kitchen, Riley fixed her hair in the shiny silver of the refrigerator and grabbed the lip gloss out of her purse on the counter and applied it to her lips. She grabbed the bottle of water and walked into the laundry room where Steven had gone.

“So, Steve has a date, eh?”

“I think he either paid the chick or she was desperate when he asked her out.”

Steven laughed as he took the water bottle from her hands, “I think he paid her.”

Riley giggled and jumped up on the dryer as Steven loaded his clothes in the washer, “How’s hockey?”

“Going good, I’m second in the scoring race. I was first but Crosby is tearing up the league right now and is either fifteen or sixteen points ahead of me.”

“You’ll catch up though in the goals department, you always do.”

“How’s high school?”

“It sucks, too much drama.”

“I remember that, I couldn’t wait to graduate.”

“I have a few more months then I graduate so I just ignore the bullshit that goes on.”

“Got any guy friends that I need to know about so I can help Steve kick their asses.”

“I wouldn’t touch a guy at my school with a ten foot pole. They’ve screwed every cheerleader and I think they all have some sort of STD.”

Riley took a minute to take a good look at what Steven was wearing, he was wearing a short sleeved black t-shirt with jeans and a baseball hat. She watched as his muscles flexed every time he loaded an article of clothing into the washer.

“I believe this belongs to you,” Steven said laughing as he tossed the zebra print bra at Riley.

“You bastard, I’ve been looking for this.”

“Found it in with my clothes but I didn’t want to give it to Steve to give back to you because that would be awkward.”

“Enough about my bra, so what about you, any girls that I need to scare off?”

“Nope, surprisingly.”

“A little cocky there, Mr. Stamkos, are we?”

Steven just laughed and Riley blushed when he reached up to grab the detergent off the shelf above the washer and she saw his abs.

“I know you have a crush on me and all, Riley, but could you make it less obvious when you check me out, please?”

“I was not checking you out and just for the record, I do not have a crush on you,” Riley lied and Steven rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, Riley, but Steve has told me all about your conversations with your friends about how you want to ‘Stammer my hammer.’”

Riley made a mental note to kill Steve when he came home and she jumped off the dryer. Suddenly feeling bold, she pinned Steven against the washer and pressed her lips to his.

After a hesitating for a couple of seconds, Steven wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him as he kissed her back. She licked his bottom lip for entrance and he let her as his tongue shot in her mouth first.

Everything seemed like a blur to Riley as Steven lifted her shirt over her head and sat her on the dryer.

“Riley,” Steven said suddenly pulling away, “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Stop now, I break every bone in your body so that you’ll never play hockey again,” she said as he attached his lips to hers again as she removed his shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Riley said standing up fumbling with Steven’s zipper of his jeans.

“I’m not going to lie, I’ve liked you for a while too but I never had the balls to say anything to Steve.”

“You talk too much,” Riley replied pushing Steven’s boxers down his legs.

“Oh God,” Steven gasped when Riley took his shaft in her mouth, “Oh my God!”

Steven looked down at Riley and dropped his head back in pleasure.

“Well, we know how to keep you quiet, don’t we.”

“Don’t stop, now, please?”

Riley continued to fulfill her promise of one stay, “Stammering his hammer,” and Steven pushed her away and locked his lips to hers. Her pants were on the floor in no time and Steven laid her back on the dryer and bent her knees back before he reached for his wallet in his pants and pulled out a condom. Rolling it over his length, he thrusted into Riley and she arched her back off the dryer as Steven pumped in and out of her.

“FUCK,” she screamed and Steven silenced her with a kiss.

“Damn it, Riley,” he hissed as she dug her nails into his back.

“STEVEN,” she moaned as her orgasm washed over her.

Steven groaned and soon he reached his own peak, picking Riley up from the dryer, he disposed of the condom and laid her on the floor. Climbing on top of her, he claimed her lips with his and they made out for what seemed like forever when the washer stopped.

Steven ran his fingers through Riley’s hair as he kissed her and she traced the hair on the back of his neck.

“Riley, Stammer, you home,” Steve’s voice called and both Riley and Steven jumped up.

“This never happened,” Riley said jumping up from the floor and immediately getting dressed.

Steven rolled his eyes and got dressed before going back to finishing his laundry.

“In here,” Steven called out from the laundry room.

“Wow, Steve, you’re home early,” Riley said looking at the clock on the wall as her brother came into the room.

“She’s in the car, I forgot my wallet and had to come back home before we got to the restaurant.”

“Just make her pay,” Steven joked and Riley glared at him.

“That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend,” Riley spat and Steven moved in closer and squeezed her arm without Steve noticing.

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’ll leave you two to the fighting, don’t wait up for me,” he winked as he walked out and shut the door.

“What the fuck was that for,” Steven asked rubbing his cheek where Riley had just slapped him.

“You’re just like all the other guys, Stamkos.”

Riley took one final look at him and walked out of the laundry room and up the stairs to her bedroom. Steven sighed as he put his clothes in the dryer and turned it on. Sitting on the stool and pulling out his iPhone, he pulled up a new text message and entered Riley’s number before he decided to delete it and forget about it.

“She wants you to go after her, idiot,”
the voice in his head told him and he let out another sigh before he stood up and walked out of the room.

Riley laid in bed thinking about what had just happened with Steven and she wasn’t proud of herself. Of course, she was far from being a virgin but she never slept with a guy without dating him.

She had thought Steven was different but in the end, he turned out to be a lying, no good, douche bag just like all of her other boyfriend were.

She heard a knock on her door and she ignored it, hoping that Steven would go away, “Riley,” he said.

“Go away!”

Steven shut the door behind him and sat down on the edge of the bed, “I think we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, we fucked, and that’s it!”

“I like you a lot, Riley,” Steven admitted, “I know I shouldn’t have said something like that to Steve but come on, we know how he is. I was just joking around, I didn’t know that it would bother you. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry is not enough, Steven.”

“I know how you feel about me, Steve has said that you have been crushing on me since I was drafted. I just want you to admit it to me so I can approach this properly.”

“Approach what properly,” Riley said sitting up and facing him, “Are you approaching the fact that I hate this cockiness coming off of you right now?”

“You don’t get it do you, I’m not good at this shit, Riley. So, please, bear with me here?”

“Bear with you on what?”

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m going to go home and shower. You get dressed and we’ll go on a date. I’m trying to ask you out, I like you a lot and I want to get to know you as someone more than just Steve’s little sister.”

“Fine, one chance is all you have but if you mess this up, please leave me alone,” Riley said giving in.

Steven smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek for he left her room. Sighing to herself, she walked into her bathroom and started the shower.

Looking in the mirror, she noticed she had a bite mark on her collarbone but it could be covered up with a shirt.

After Riley had finished her shower, she folded Steven’s clothes for him and put them back in the luggage he had brought them in. Setting it against the wall by the door, she made sure everything in the house was shut off as she heard a car horn in the driveway. Looking out the window, she saw the black Mercedes and Steven heading up the steps wearing jeans and a black button down shirt.

“You clean up nicely, Stamkos,” Riley said as he handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“So do you, Downie,” he replied smiling while taking in her appearance. She was wearing a denim skirt and a pair of white tennis shoes with a pink halter top that hung low in the front of her chest.

Steven pulled into the beach causing Riley to look at him questioningly, “What are we doing here?”

“Don’t ask questions, okay?”

Climbing out of the car, Steven grabbed a blanket from the back and a basket and led Riley to a secluded spot under the docks.

“Wow, how often do you come out here?”

“Every time I need to clear my head when I feel like I don’t know myself anymore, I come here and everything just seems right. The crashing of the waves is kind of soothing,” Steven said smiling down at Riley.

She smiled back, finally settling down and Steven was relieved, “What’d you bring to eat?”

“I baked a frozen fettuccini pasta thing that I bought when I went grocery shopping a couple of nights ago.”

“Frozen or not, they’re really good. Steve and I buy them all of the time when we go shopping.”

“So, you’re not mad that I didn’t actually cook it.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, so how’s Trigonometry?”

“I can’t pass that damn class if my life depended on it,” Riley said spooning some of the pasta onto her plate.

“I can help you, if you’d like. It hasn’t been that long since I got out of school and I used to do pretty well in math.”

“You’re just trying to get me alone, aren’t you?”

“Is it working,” Steven laughed and Riley smiled.

Steven and Riley talked about their childhoods in Ontario and about Riley’s dad passing away when she was younger. Steven knew Riley since Steve was traded to Tampa from Philly but he never got a chance to really talk to her.

After the two of them finished dinner, they went for a walk along the beach and without thinking, Steven grabbed Riley’s hand and entwined his fingers with hers.

He suddenly froze expecting her to pull away but she looked down at their hands and kept walking.

“It’s getting late, I should get you home,” Steven said looking at his watch.

“I had a great time,” Riley said as they walked to the car.

“Me too, can we do this again?”

“I don’t see why not unless Vinny asks me out,” she joked.

“HA HA,” Steven smiled as they pulled in front of Steve’s.

“Text me,” Riley said getting out of the car heading towards the house. Steven watched her walk before he got out of the car and walked behind her to make sure she got there safely.

“You forgot something,” he said and she turned around confused.

“I’m pretty sure I grabbed every--,” she began but was cut off when Steven’s lips found hers.

“Goodnight Riley,” he said as he opened the door behind her.

“Goodnight Steven,” she whispered as he smiled and headed towards his car.

They both went out again the next night and agreed that Steve shouldn’t know about their relationship for the time being. Of course he knew they both liked each other but they didn’t know how he would act if he knew they were actually dating.

Riley snuck to Steven’s house to do homework when Steve was home since he knew Steven had offered to help her with math, he also didn’t know that there was a whole lot of extracurricular activity going on with this so called “homework.”

“I missed you,” Steven said to Riley as he entered the house she shared with Steve, “Two weeks on the road and not touching you is tough.”

“How tough is it?”

“Real tough,” he replied giving her a kiss.

Wheeling the luggage full of dirty laundry behind him down the hall, Steven started a load of laundry and smiled to himself as he recalled this room is the reason why he and Riley were together.

“What are you thinking about,” Riley asked coming into the room.

“I’m thinking about how much I want to do you on this dryer again.”

“Then why do we still have clothes on,” she said laughing and Steven picked her up and placed her on the dryer.

Steven had just entered Riley when the door of the laundry room flew open and Steve walked in.

“God damn it, Stamkos, you have your own house. Take your girlfriends there, not here. HOLY SHIT, RILEY, IS THAT YOU?”

Steven froze and immediately pulled out of Riley as they both shuffled around for their clothes.

“It’s not what it looks like,” they both tried to reason with Steve.

“Then please tell me why I just walked in on you nailing my baby sister,” Steve said angrily.

“We’ve been together for the past two months,” Steven admitted.

“I’m not going to stand here and make excuses for doing anything wrong because Steven and I are adults, Steve.”

“Well, it’s nice to know that dirty laundry wasn’t the only fucking thing you were doing when you came over here,” Steve replied ready to kill the both of them.

One thing for sure, the cat was out of the bag and both Steven and Riley were no longer playing it safe, there was no use in lighting a candle for good luck because they were caught doing more than just dirty laundry.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Stay- A Patrick Sharp Oneshot

I hated this but I kept doing it, I never should have slept with my former neighbor knowing he had a fiancée but I continued to do it.

When he moved in the condo next to me back in 2006, I was immediately smitten. That black hair and those bluish green eyes with the smile that could light up the entire city of Chicago made me weak.

“Hi, I’m Patrick,” my new neighbor said sticking out his hand as he made his way next door to my Lincoln Park townhouse.

“I’m Danielle,” I smiled as I let go of his hand, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thanks, it seems like a decent place to live, how long have you lived here?”

“Five years, I’m a teacher at Lincoln Park High School. I moved here from Rockford.”

“What do you teach?”

“Freshman English but enough about me, what do you do for a living?”

“Professional hockey player, just got traded here from the Philadelphia Flyers.”

“I don’t follow hockey that often.”

“That’s ashame, I’ll be sure to take you to one of my games.”

“That’s really nice of you but hey I have to head out, it’s parent/teacher conferences tonight and I should have been there fifteen minutes ago.”

“It was nice meeting you,” Patrick smiled and I felt my heart beat faster and sweat form on my forehead.

“You too,” I replied climbing in my PT Cruiser that I had just purchased a few days prior.

Snapping out of my thoughts as I felt the bed shift next to me and Patrick looked so peaceful sleeping there. No matter how many times I did this, I knew it was wrong. The first couple of times we had sex, he failed to tell me that he had a girlfriend for almost four years that he met in college.

Abby was now his wife and I know what you’re thinking, I’m a home wrecker. I’ve met Abby when she came to Chicago to live with Patrick in the fall of 2007 and a few times during the spring of 2006. I liked her, she was a really nice woman and perfect for Patrick, so I don’t know why I started sleeping with Patrick knowing he had someone like her at home waiting for him.

Here we are four years later and I am laying in my same townhouse with Patrick in bed next to me. Every time this happens, I pray and pray the phone doesn’t ring and it’s Abby telling him to come home.

I love Patrick, I’ve fallen in love with him the first time that I met him. He told me on countless occasions that he was going to break up with her because he was in love with me but that never happened.

I am sitting in my living room watching some sappy romance movie and I know that it’s Abby who is ringing Patrick’s cell phone.

“Danielle,” his voice said as he walked down the hall in his boxers, “Why are you awake? It’s three in the morning and you have to get up in an hour.”

I didn’t respond to him and just continued to watch the movie on the screen in front of me, “Dani, do you hear me?”

“YES PATRICK,” I snapped.

“Whoa, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Do not call me baby, ever gain,” I said standing up and storming down the hall.

“Danielle, come on talk to me, what’s wrong,” Patrick said sitting down on the bed next to me putting a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged him off.

“Please don’t do this right now,” I begged.

“Come on Dani, please look at me!”

“Why would I look at you Patrick? I sit here staring at the clock every time we do this praying Abby won’t call and then you leave and go back to her.”

“Why don’t you ask me to stay then? I’d stay if you’d ask.”

“I’m not begging you not to leave because I always thought I wore my damn heart on my sleeve for you.”

“Where are you going with this Dani?”

“I fucking love you Patrick, are you to God damn blind to see that? I hate sharing you with Abby and you tell me that you’re not happy with her and that you’re going to leave her but you married her Patrick, you fucking married her. What do I have to do Patrick?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What do I have to do to make you see that she can’t love you like I can?”

“She’s my wife, Danielle, you knew that after the first time we slept together and I came clean about having a girlfriend.”

“Patrick, look at me,” I said falling down to my knees, “Why don’t you stay? I’m down on my knees, I’m so tired of being lonely don’t I give you what you need. When she calls you to go, there is one thing you should know, we don’t have to live this way, come on Patrick, please stay?”

“I’ll leave her eventually, Danielle, but we just got married. Can we not talk about this now?”

“That’s just the point, Patrick, you keep telling me that there will come a time when you will leave her arms and forever be in mine, but I don’t think that’s the truth, and I don’t like being used and I’m tired of waiting. You have no idea how hard it is Patrick, I love you and I have to share you.”

Patrick sat there not saying anything and I gave up on trying to get through to him, I stood up from the bed and he grabbed my wrist, “Danielle, I love you.”

“No you don’t, Patrick. Why don’t you stay? I’m down on my knees, I’m so tired of being lonely. Don’t I give you what you need, when she calls you to go, there is one thing you should know, we don’t have to live this way, Patrick. I’m done begging you to stay.”

“You have to bear with me, Danielle. I tried to tell her that I don’t love her but I’ve been with her so long, if I left her and was with you out of nowhere. She would know I cheated then my family and her family would disown me.”

“Is that what this is about? Your reputation, you are unbelievable, I can’t believe you, Patrick. I can’t take this any longer but my will is getting stronger and I think I know just what I have to do. I can’t waste another minute after all that I’ve put in it and I’ve given you my best so why does she get the best of you, so the next time you find that you want to leave her bed for mine, just remember…Why don’t you stay? I’m up off my knees, I’m so tired of being lonely, you can’t give me what I need when she begs you not to go, there is one thing you should know, I’m done leaving this way so make your choice, Patrick, it’s me or Abby.”

“You can’t make me do that,” he said, “Come on, Danielle, please don’t do this!”

“I mean it , Patrick, I am done. I love you, I really do but right now I’m letting you go because there is a man out there that won’t be afraid to love me like you are and who will make me his world but until then, get your stuff and go back to Abby. Get out of my house, get out of my life, go back to your wife.”

“Danielle,” Patrick said standing up from the bed and wrapping his arms around me, “Please, don’t do this.”

“Leave,” I said pulling away.

“Danielle,” he whispered.

“Don’t,” I said, “Just don’t.”

Sighing in defeat, Patrick picked his jeans up off of the floor and slid them on before he grabbed his t-shirt and slid it over his head. Pulling on his tennis shoes and grabbing his cell phone off of the nightstand, he walked over to me and placed a kiss on my lips and left the house in silence.

Once I heard the front door shut, I grabbed the vase of roses that he had sent me at work the other day and I threw it at the wall. The glass shattered into a million pieces as did my heart , I was done begging Patrick to stay, I was done being the other woman, and I was ready to move on with my life and I wanted nothing more than to find a man who would give me his heart and not half of it like Patrick had for so many years.

I gave him my whole heart and he gave me nothing in return but false hopes and dreams that would never come true and just like any other man, he didn’t stay.

**AN: I am not to fond of this but this blog will be oneshots with different hockey players.**