Go and Get Her

“C’mon, man!” Patrick Kane nearly whined in the direction of his best friend- as gay as that sounded, in his opinion –as he sulked in front of the television in the apartment he’d recently purchased. The blonde man couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the actions of his Canadian teammate; he’d been in a depression ever since his girlfriend (of only three months) had broken up with him. “It’s been almost three weeks!”

The light, feminine laugh that came from the hallway was enough to make Patrick’s gaze turn to his right, a smile becoming prominent in his features as he stared down at one of his closest friends, the gorgeous blonde he called Cammie, since she hated being called by her first name. Cameron; it just sounded so boyish to her.

“I’ve been trying to get him up since the second day,” she shook her head, looking down at her best friend, whom she’d just moved in with, due to his loneliness. “Haven’t I, Jonny?” She plopped down next to him as she spoke, taking his cheek in between her fingers and squeezing it lightly. Instead of laughing, or even cracking a smile, he just shoved her hand away from his face and stood up, stomping off to his room, wordlessly.

Once in his bedroom, Jonathan Toews shoved his door shut and nearly body-slammed his mattress, burying his face in the massive feather pillows he had recently purchased, to make the room more appealing for whenshe was over. He sighed loudly as his mind raced, and his stomach flipped. They didn’t know what he was going through; nobody did. And he absolutely despised the way they both acted like nothing had happened.

“Jonny?” a slight knock followed the quiet voice of his best friend, and he only grunted, eventually groaning to her that he just wanted to be alone for awhile.

“Fuck this,” he heard in response, and, in no less than two seconds, his door was swinging open, and Patrick Kane was standing above him, staring right down at him. “Dude, let’s fucking go out or something! It’s been forever!”

“Jonny,” Cammie spoke softly, touching his arm softly, noticeably grimacing when he only shook her fingers away. “It’s not your fault that she left.” She paused, looking over at the blonde boy next to her for help, but received none. “You didn’t make her leave, or anything.”

She opened her mouth to speak some more, but Jonathan sat up in his bed, keeping his eyes locked tightly with hers, beating her to the punch. “Don’t say something about how it’s her mistake, don’t tell me I didn’t fuck up, don’t tell me I can’t mope all day, cuz I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I wanna do. And don’t fucking ask me if I wanna go out again, man! Do you guys not see me suffering? Just,” he paused slightly, running his hands through his hair. “Just fuck off!”

If he would’ve been paying attention to his best friend, he would’ve seen the tears welling up in her eyes when he began to shout, he would’ve seen them streak down her cheeks when he took the words she was planning to say right out of her mouth, and he would’ve seen her almost run out of the room when he chose his last sentence. He would’ve regretted all of it.

When he returned his gaze from the soft white carpet of his bedroom to Patrick, who was headed briskly out of the room, and heard the front door slam shut nearly a second later, he couldn’t help but let out a loud, long groan. He rubbed his hands over his face a few times before he stood up and headed out into the living room, just in time to see the blonde man step back into his apartment.

Patrick only shook his head as he grabbed his keys off of the coffee table, “You’re a dick, man.”

“Fuck,” Jon groaned again, knowing he, in some way, had to stop Cammie from doing anything crazy; she was just that type of person. “Pat, wait!”

The New York native only stepped back inside the apartment due to the desperate tone to Jonathan’s voice, raising his eyebrows as he did so. “What?”

“Take me with you.”

The car ride over to fellow Blackhawk Brent Seabrook's house was almost unbearable, from Jon’s point of view. He could feel the anger radiating off of Patrick, making him feel completely awkward as he drove his large, black SUV down Lakeview Avenue, desperately wishing he would come upon one of the streets to take him to Brent’s sometime soon.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” Patrick finally mumbled. “But honestly, I don’t care. Yell at me all you fucking want, Jon. But yelling at Cammie was totally out of line. She’s just trying to help.”

“I kno-” Jon was cut off by his teammate’s continuous rant.

“And it totally doesn’t help that you don’t fucking realize that she wants to see you happy, man. She’s been in love with you for how long, and you still don’t see it.”

As soon as two certain words slid off of his tongue, Patrick nearly slammed down on the brake; Cammie had trusted him with her biggest secret, and he’d just blown it. Jonathan, on the other hand, was absolutely stunned, to say the least. “In love with me?”

“Just forget I said anything,” Patrick stated, a little too quickly for anyone’s liking. He shut his eyes for a second and pushed his forehead into his hand that was resting on the door of the Tahoe. Now he had to figure another thing out: how to tell Cammie he’d spilled her secret.

Jonathan tried- he really did –to forget what Patrick had said, only for a few seconds, though. The truth was, he’d always had a small, controllable crush on Cammie; I mean, who wouldn’t? She was a goddess- tan, long blonde hair, long legs, a perfect body with curves in all the right places –and the best part was that she knew it; but she did nothing about it.

The rest of the ten minute drive was spent by Patrick trying to figure out how he would tell Cammie her secret was blown, and by Jonathan trying to figure out how he would tell her that the feelings were mutual between them.

After several tries, deciding he couldn’t come up with a good way to mention his blunder, Patrick turned to his best friend for some advice, but before anything came out of his mouth, Jonathan surprised the hell out of him.

“I think I love her.”

“Really?” Jonathan nodded as they pulled into the driveway of Seabs’ house, where, sure enough, Cammie’s white sedan was parked sloppily next to the curb.

“I mean,” the brunette started, not wanting to completely spill his guts to Patrick, no matter how close of friends they were. “She’s been there for me through a lot. And, I used to even catch myself thinking about her when I was out with Danielle…”

“Well, fuck me! You guys were like, made for each other, or some shit.”

Patrick’s comments only made the young Captain’s eyes roll, but they seemed to have worked, seeing as a slight smirk was plastered onto his face. Patrick shoved his shoulder, “What the hell are you waiting for? Next year? Go get her, tigaaaa.”

As soon as Jon stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, he quickly jogged up the driveway and onto the porch, knocking on the door several times, not having any patience left to spare.

“What?” Brent snapped, pulling the door open roughly. He stared at Jonathan with a disbelieving look on his face.

“Where’s Cammie?” Jon pushed his way into the house, not planning on taking no for an answer; he had to see his best friend, so he could straighten things between them out.

“She’s up in the guest room with Jess.”

As soon as those eight words came out of Brent’s mouth, Jonathan was taking the stairs, two at a time, almost flying up them. He took quick strides to get to the room on the left end of the hallway, nearly knocking down the petite, six-month pregnant brunette that exited it, shutting the door behind her.

Jess said nothing to him, only raised her eyebrow in his direction, as if to tell him she’d already taken Cammie's, who happened to be one of her best friends’, side. He grasped the bronze doorknob firmly when she allowed him to pass, and pushed the white wood open quickly, his eyes shooting over to the bathroom door, which had just opened.

Cammie stepped out, wiping at her eyes with what looked like a Kleenex, and Jonathan couldn’t help but feel his heart sink down to his feet; she was a mess, all because he’d yelled at her.

She looked up, surprised that the door had been opened in such a rough fashion, and allowed her eyes to widen as she watched Jonathan stride over to her, a look of determination taking over his features. Too shocked to move, she only stood there, feeling her body tense up, but relax quickly when he grabbed her face and pressed his lips down onto hers.

Their kiss was soft, even though from an outside perspective, it looked like the roughest thing they’d probably ever seen, and both of the kissers could feel their whole bodies pumping with adrenaline.

Jonathan pulled away first, eager to get the three words out of his mouth and off of his chest before she could say anything, but she beat him to it by muttering a quiet ‘wow’ as soon as she caught her breath.

He stared down deep into her eyes, before uttering the words he never thought he’d say. “I love you, Cammie.”

It took her less than a second to respond, and after sharing a few more kisses, he wrapped his arms around her, hearing her mumble something about it being ‘about fucking time’. Jon sighed as he tightened his arms around her in the slightest way; pressing his face even deeper into her hair, squeezing his eyes shut. Sure, it was the end of a relationship, but it was also the beginning of a much better one.