Sunday, September 2, 2012

Epiulogue// The Oldest Story In The Book (10 years later)

I sat on the edge of my bed, just staring at the calender that was across from my on the wall. I was up, i was showered, i was dressed, and i was ready to begin my day, but instead of anything productive like...i don't know, eating breakfast or going out for a quick jog....I was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at my calender and staring at the date- June 9th, 2022.

My name is Katrina, but you can all just call me Kat, and 10 years ago today, my life started changing, as well as the lifes of all my friends, most who are now like family to me, and have started their own families themselves, and that I'll be seeing later today, but more about that later. The Summer of 2012 was the year everything changed in my life, from having to mature for someone else, to promising someone else forever, to seeing a couple of my friends dreams start to come true, i can basically trace all the stuff going on in our lifes today back to the summer of 2012- but you'll see what i mean later.

After staring at the calender, for probably 20 solid minutes, i closed my eyes, then just fell back onto my bed and laid on my back---enter slut joke here---. Then, i sighed.

"I can't fucking believe it..." I said to myself, before opening my eyes back up, then practically jumping off my bed and onto my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair real quick, before walking out of my room.

I walked down the hallway of my house, past a couple rooms. All the doors were closed- except one, that's the one i went into.

I walked in slowly, only to see him up, and fully dressed and ready to start his day---just like me. Yet, also like me, he wasn't doing anything. Just sitting on his bed, looking outside his window to the bright, sunny early June day.

" okay?" I asked, after i fully got in the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He said, not taking his eyes away from where he was staying.

"Alright...well...I'll be downstairs, I'll probably make scrambled eggs or something...let me know if you get hungry," I said, starting to slowly walk out of the room.

"Alright," He said, as i walked out completely- though i leaned back on one of the walls for  a moment and waited, and then i heard a sigh come from his room, and i started smiling.


I ran back into the room and jumped onto the bed, and then wrapped my arms around him as he just embraced it and giggled.

"HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY!!!" I shouted, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He, was---as of 3:56am this morning--- my 10 year old son- Lucas James Kane. He has dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, and an adorable smile, he's all around adorable, about 4'0 and he's also the last remaining piece of evidence that proves how much i was in love with my ex-fiancee'- Patrick Kane.

Lucas was technically named after Degrassi's Luke Baker---A junior hockey player...coincidence?--- though his official first name is in Lucas Scott, that lead character in One Tree Hill. 

Just like his dad, Lucas loves hockey and wants to be an NHL player one day, and i have no doubt that he will be. Patrick resigned with the Blackhawks a couple years ago, and as of next season, it's gonna be his last as a Blackhawk, since i haven't heard him even talk about wanting to resign with Chicago- or any team really.

"I can't believe you're 10 already!" I said, still hugging him.

"I can't breath, mom," He grunted out, as i released my grip.

"I should start giving you coffee and cigarettes so maybe you can be so short and adorable for ever," I said.

"If i smoke i wouldn't be so adorable looking..." He said, causing me to laugh a little. His Uncle Phil taught him well.

"Alright, I'm gonna go downstairs and work on breakfast," I said.

"Pancakes and eggs with chocolate milk and strawberries?" Lucas asked me.

"Anything for the birthday boy,"I smiled, as he smiled back. "Just remember, we're going over to your dads for your party at noon-"

"Mom, i wouldn't forget my own birthday party," Lucas said to me, looking at me as if i was dumb.

"I was just making sure!" I said, putting my hands up in defense. "Are Bianca and Eli up yet?"

"PJ took them somewhere awhile ago...they woke me up by jumping on my bed and singing happy birthday," Lucas huffed out, i just giggled.

"Alright, you can watch tv or something, I'll go make your breakfast, i love you," I said, leaving the room.

"I love you, too!" He shouted after me, causing me to smile.

In case you were wondering....Bianca and Eli are my other two kids, but the difference between them and Lucas is that they aren't Patrick's- they're PJ's....or some of you may better know him as Justin Gabriel- my husband of almost 10 years now. Bianca's 7 years old, and Eli will be 5 years old next month.

PJ and i were married on a beach in his hometown of Capetown, SA on August 18th, 2012, with his mate Danny from back home as his best man, while my best friend, Kristen, was my Maid of honor. It was a pretty fucking amazing wedding, everything was perfect, and to this day, everything's basically been perfect...well, as close as can be. Being a wife is just fucking awesome, almost as nice as being a mom.

My three kids are absolutely amazing---they're a lot like me though, so...i could do without that, but they're seriously the best i could have asked for. Like i said, Lucas plays hockey like Patrick, Bianca's into dance classes, while Eli actually wants to be a professional wrestler when he's older, he's already in a mat wrestling program during the winter sponsored by the local high school. They're all just a bunch of happy, healthy kids, just how i pictured them to be.

"Oh, fuck..." I mumbled, as i spilled some chocolate milk. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed a paper towel and cleaned it, then i continued to make breakfast. I picked up a few cooking tips over the years, and now...well...i don't completely suck at it, let's say that.

Right as i was in the middle of cooking breakfast, my white IPhone started going off, much to my dismay. I just sighed, then i answered it.

"Hello, Patrick..." I huffed out to my baby daddy.

"Alright so, who's jersey does Lucas want again?" Patrick asked, sounding a little panicky.

"Today's his birthday and you're just NOW getting his present!?" I yelled to him through the phone- but now loud enough for Lucas to hear.

"Hey, I've been busy planning my son a kick-ass 10th birthday party, while also kid-proofing my house-"

"Kid-Proofing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"His entire 4th grade class is coming, along with every one else's kids...I don't want them messing my house up," He said, i just rolled my eyes.

"He's been begging for a Andrew Shaw jersey..." I said, refering to Patrick's old Blackhawks teammate...who also just happened to make the game winning goal to win his new team- the Toronto Maple Leafs- the Stanley Cup. Though Andrew isn't in chicago anymore, he and Patrick still share the same agent, so pretty much, every birthday Patrick hooks Lucas up with a signed hockey jersey from some big NHL player signed to his agency.

"Alright, I'll get that done...1pm, right?" Patrick asked.

"Yep, that's when your house will get all wrecked..."

"Don't joke about that."

"Ha...I'll see you later."

"Alright, love ya."

"Love ya too."

After that, i hung up the phone and turned around, only to see Lucas standing there.

"Aren't you done yet?" He asked.

"It's been 15 minutes, be paitent," I laughed as i went back to baking his pancakes.

"I don't got time for that, I'm hungry....hurry up," He said, causing me to completely freeze and turn around, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I asked him.

"You say it all the time...." He shrugged, before walking away over to the living room.

"God damnit....i do," I grunted out, before going back to what i was doing.

*Crawford Residents*

Romantic music was playing in the background, as Corey Crawford was on top of his wife of one year, Jamila. No..they weren't doing "that", they were simply just kissing. These two had one hell of a rocky past- they met, fell in love....she cheated, broke his heart...but in the end, love conquered all, and now their together....with a plus Jammy's stomach.

Yep..Jamila was pregnant, about five months, with a little boy. Everything had turned out in their favor, and nothing could be better.

"I love you," Jammy said as a kiss was broken between the two.

"I love you too," Corey said after. "BUT..." He said, getting up, "We should be getting ready for Lucas's birthday Party over at Kaner's."

"Damn...can you believe he's 10 years old, already?" Jammy said as she sat up from her bed, "It seems like just yesterday, Kat was in the delivery room about to give birth to him while Mullet boy was out fucking shit up." Corey just laughed.

"Don't worry, when our son is born, It'll be way more calming and relaxing then when Luke was born," Corey said, as he grabbed some pants and put them on.

"It better be," Jammy said, as she got up from her bed and walked out into the kitchen, "Did you get his gift wrapped last night?"

"Yep, the net's all wrapped up," Corey said, as he followed her with his shirt in his hand. For Lucas's birthday, they decided to get him his own Hockey net since the only one he has is kept at Patrick's house, so this way he can have one at his Mom's house, too.

"Alright, good, and-"

Jammy was talking, but as she was inturupted by a knock on the door.

"Go get it," She said to Corey, who just sighed and rolled his eyes, then headed over and grabbed it, and when he saw who it was, smiled.

"I knew you'd be back," He laughed, "You left his favorite toy over in the nursery."

"Well we know that now," Adam Burish said, walking in past him, and heading straight to the nursery.

"Where's Heather?" Jammy asked him, refering to her best friend and his wife....and baby momma.

"Back home with Johnny, trying to calm him down," Adam said, as he left the nursery with a teddy bear for his 9 month old son, Johnny Christian Burish.

"Well you shouldn't have left it here with us when we babysat last night," Jammy said.

"We thought you packed it in his baby bag!" Adam defended.

"That isn't my job though, now is it?" Jammy said.

"Oh, with that attitude you'll be an amazing mother," Adam said sarcastically.

"At least i won't lose my son's favorite toy," Jammy said.

"Hey, cut it out you two," Corey said, jumping in.

"Alright....we'll see you two later at Kaner's for Lucas's party," Adam said as he waved good-bye, then left. Then, Jammy sighed.

"What's wrong, babe?" Corey asked, walking over to her.

"You's's gonna be weird to head to Kaner's house for Lucas's birthday and Sarah not even be there, i Mean, she and Sharpie ARE his godparents..." She sighed.

"I know...but Sharpie plays in New York now, and Sarah's like, some big cop over there, plus...they got Mason, they don't have time to take a trip here in Chicago right now...but she said she'll be back for the fourth," Corey comforted her.

"I know...but it'll still feel weird."

It was true....Sharpie and Sarah were no longer Chicagoians. Sharpie got traded to the Rangers about two years ago, so he and Sarah made the move their full time, and Sharpie even has a long-term contract with the Rangers, so the two plan on raising their four year old son- Mason Jay Sharp- there, while Sarah's working as one of the top cops in her division. Overall, it was a hard move for everyone, but, once again...thing's are working out great for the Sharp's...And The Crawford's, and the Burish's. Basically, The Sharp Twins and Team Sweaty Meatballs are fucking ruling.

*Patrick's House, An hour before the party, Kat's POV*

"I swear to god if you mess up that shirt before the party even begins, I'm taking your present away," I said, as Lucas and I were walking inside Patrick's house.

"I won't..." Lucas grumbled.

"I'm just putting it out there," I said, as i opened the glass door that lead to the backyard.

"WHOA!" Lucas said, as he looked around.

"WHOA," I said, as i actually saw it as well.

Patrick went all out- he had balloons and streamers and stuff everywhere, he had his pool open, he had a bouncy house, a couple of nerf guns hanging around as well as other fun toys, and he also had his hockey net out with some sticks and goalie padding.

 "Wow, this is amazing!" Lucas said, with a huge smile on his face, which made me smile too, but that smile disappeared when he felt a camera flash coming his way. He turned to his left and saw his aunt, Erica, right there with a camera in her hand. "Aunt Erica!" He pouted.

"Sorry buddy, Grandma and Grandpa wanted me to take pictures to send back to Buffalo," Erica laughed.

"Well can you turn the flash off, I'm only 10, i don't need to be going blind," Lucas said, as Erica laughed again.

"You seen your cake yet?" She asked him.

"No, where is it!?" He asked all excited. She pointed behind him, then he ran over.

"Damn, can you believe he's 10 already?" She asked me, I just sighed.

"I've been getting that all day...seriously it seems just like yesterday i was holding him in my arms..." I said, watching him.

"Well, technically he's still pretty fucking probably could hold him again," Erica mentioned. I just cocked my head, then nodded.

"WHOA!" Lucas shouted, causing me and Erica to walk over. "This cake is AMAZING."  And he was was fucking amazing.

His cake was pretty much my dream cake...a spiderman cake. Basically It had Spiderman on it, and he was shooting webs from his hands and those webs formed into the lettering on the cake which said "Happy Birthday Lucas". Seriously..this was----fuck, still IS my dream cake.

"Wow, he even put your hockey number on there," Erica said.

"Where?" He asked, confused and standing on his toes to get a better view.

Then, Erica picked him up and smashed him face first into the cake, thus causing a cake battle between the two, with Erica throwing the camera to me so i could get pictures.

"Um...this is weird," I heard a deep voice say, as we all turned around and saw Jonathan Toews standing behind us.

"Uncle Jonathan!" Lucas smiled, running over to him to hug him, but Jonathan blocked the hug.

"Hey buddy....that's a lot of cake on you..." Jonathan said, looking at the mess. He was wearing Jeans Shorts and a brand new white t-shirt. Lucas looked back at Erica, who winked at him, then back at Jonathan.

Then, Lucas jumped up and hugged Jonathan, and Erica ran over and hugged him too, flat out covering Jonathan in cake. I Took a picture of it, Jonathan's facial expression was too priceless.

Oh...and you might have noticed that Lucas called him UNCLE Jonathan. Well, that's because about, three years ago, Jonathan and Erica got married, after a couple years of dating. Like i said, everything's been changing for everyone, for the better.

"You guys are paying for my dry-cleaning," Jonathan grumbled.

"You can send the bill to my mom," Lucas said, immediately causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I asked. He just sighed.

"Fine....send it to my dad," He said.

"Now THAT, I don't have a problem with," Jonathan smirked, causing Erica to slap his chest playfully, before the kissed.

"Ew.." Lucas said making a disgusted look on his face. That just made me smile- he's only ten, and i don't care what kids are doing these days, I don't want my Son to be interested in some skanky slut...not at east for another ten years.

"Where is Patrick?" I asked. "I haven't seen him all day, and last time i was talking to him, he was 'Kid-proofing' the house," I rolled my eyes.

"Uh, i saw him inside a while ago, doing something with laundry i think," Jonathan said.

"Alright, I'll be right back," I said, handing Erica's camera back to her as i did a little jog back inside.

I walked inside and stopped at the kitchen first, to grab a Mountain Dew for myself, then i headed over upstairs---which was apparently off limits---- And i walked down the hall to Lucas's room over at Patrick's. It wasn't much different then his room at mine and PJ's, except it had more Hockey related stuff in there. Then, i saw Patrick sitting on his bed, with a pile of laundry in front of him, and he had a pair of Lucas's pants in his hand---which weren't that big, because like i said, hes only like, 4'0,---- and then, he noticed me, and motioned for me to come in, as i did, before he sighed and looked back at the pants.

"This is a pair of my 10 year old son's pants," He said. "And he plans on being a hockey play when he's older....." He then paused to sigh, "I  have no idea what the hell to tell him." I just laughed a little.

"Don't worry, he's only 10, he's got a couple years before the draft...besides, if he's anything like you, he'll hit puberty like....his last year of high school or so," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Oh...haha...not funny," Patrick said, rolling his eyes and putting the pants down. I just sighed again, then rested my head on his shoulder.

"Can you believe how fast these ten years have gone by?" I asked him.

"Not one bit...." Patrick said, "Remember the night he was born?"

"You mean the night you got fucked up and nearly missed the birth?" I asked him.

"HEY, I made it in time for the pushing..." He defended himself as i rolled my eyes.

"Barely..." I said.

"Well...what about the baby shower?" He said. "When didn't tell anyone that he was a boy, so they got all these ugly neutral clothing for him..."

"Yeah...not something I'd wanna remember..."I said. "What about the Ultra-sound when we found out the sex?"

"I swear it was gonna be a girl...but nope...he had a penis, and thank god," Patrick said, with a laugh. "What about when he kicked for the first time?"

"I remember that!" I said, as i smile lit up across my face, then i frowned. "Let's try and forget the time we found out i was actually pregnant with him..."

"Yeah...not our best moment," Patrick said, refering to the disaster that was the night we found out we were becoming front of his entire team. "But...what about John and Nikie's wedding? I Mean...we fought the whole day, but then made up and he was conceived like, 10 minutes later." I just giggled, remembering how we had sex in the supply closet at the reception to "S&M" By Rihanna.

"Man....what if we never did make-up?" I asked. "I Mean...that day i was Hellbent of kicking you out of my life forever...but then Nikie went and played our song, What she never did that? What if you never ran after me?"

"Trust me..." Patrick said, before lifting up my chin, and turning it so i was looking him in the eye, "I would have chased you forever just to get a second chance with you, and even though i did, it still didn't work out, which is completely fine with me, because we still have an amazing son." I just smiled.

"We sure do."


"Jesus, you'd think they'd be here by now," Jammy said, as she ate some cake. It's been about three hours since the party started, and the Brooks AND PJ and the kids have yet to show up.

"See, this is why Sarah and Sharpie are Lucas's god-parents," I said, as i sat next to her in the kitchen, " I mean, YEAH, they aren't here either, but they have a good fucking excuse...Kristen and Phil don't have shit."

"Hey...there are kids here, watch your mouth," John Cena said to me, with his wife Nikie sitting next to him.

"Mommy..." Ellie Cena, their 6 year old daughter, said, coming up to Nikie, "When are Kendall and Bianca gonna get here?"

"Um..." She said, looking over to me, but i just shrugged, then she looked back to Ellie, "Soon, honey, why don't you go play in the bouncy house some more."

"Okay!" Ellie said, before running off.

"Dang....she get's over stuff fast," Jammy said, taking another bite of cake.

Elizabeth Karen Cena---better known as Ellie---is the youngest of the Cena kids, at 6 years old. She has one older sister named Zoey Nikole Cena, who is 10 years old, and happens to only be 2 weeks apart from Lucas. The Cena clan still lives over in MA together, Nikie being a stay-at-home mom, while John, he still wrestles for WWE, but not as much as he used to. He gets more vacation time and doesn't do too many house shows, but whenever they need him to work a storyline, he's there.

"Alright..." Heather said, as she and Adam walked into the kitchen. "I think i FINALLY got Johnny to sleep for his one fuck this up."

"LANGUAGE!" John shouted at her.

"Well sorry..." Heather said, throwing her hands up in defense and rolling her eyes. Then, Jammy's phone went off, and her face lit up when she saw who was calling.

"SARAH!" She screamed when she answered, causing Heather to shush her, so then so quieted down, "Yeah, of course I'm at Lucas's party, why wouldn't i be?............Wait, what?...Then why didn't you just call Kat?.......But that doesn't make ANY Sense......Seriously?...Ugh, fine..." She said, taking the phone away from her ear, "YO, BIRTHDAY BOY," Jammy shouted, but not too loud, but loud enough for Lucas to hear and run over, "Sarah's on the phone," She said, as Lucas ripped the phone out of Jammy's hand, to her surprise.

"Hi Aunt Sarah!" Lucas said as he started talking to his God-Mother. The convo was like, 2 minutes long, and then he hung up the phone and handed it back to Jammy. "So um, since Sarah, Patrick and Mason can't make it for my birthday, she's giving me MONEY!"

"Oh, that's nice," I said.

"Since I'm ten, she's giving $1000!" Lucas said, causing all of us to basically drop our jaws.

"$1000?" I asked. "You sure?"

"That's what she said!" Lucas said. "And she said Aunt Jammy would write me the check!"

"SHE SAID WHAT!?" Jammy asked, absolutely stunned.

"Yeah, she said you had nothing better to do!" Lucas said, before running off with the rest of his friends.

"Oh yeah...because it's not like I'm about to have a kid or anything," Jammy said, resting her hands on her baby bump. Corey just started to rub her shoulders, like the good husband he was.

"Just relax...relax babe," He said, in a soothing voice, "Just relax...rela-"

"WHERE'S LUCAS!?!?!?!"

Right as Corey was calming his baby mama down, the door to Patrick's house busted open, as a group of people came in---the Brooks Clan.

"Yeah, I'm not relaxed," Jammy said after. Then, there was a cry from upstairs.

"You have got to be kidding me," Heather said, as she then huffed out a deep breath, then went upstairs to check on Johnny.

"Way to go, ya bitch," I said to Kristen as she and Phil came over to us.

"YOU try controlling FOUR kids..." She said, as she and Phil took a seat.

You fucking heard her right....FOUR kids. Three Boys, and One girl. Not just Three boys...TRIPLETS. Yeah, that's right. The first time she and Phil got pregnant, it was with Triplet BOYS, who were conceived the week Lucas was born, so really, Her kids and Luke and Zoey aren't too far away from each other- less than a year apart. In birth order....James David Brooks, Carlos Philip Brooks, and Logan Jack Brooks. Then, two years later, Kristen gave birth to Kendall Grace Brooks---who just so happens to be a month younger than Bianca...AND her best friend. She's also friend's with Ellie, too. Basically, at least some of our kids are growing up together- Eli has Mason even though he's in New York with his parents, and Johnny's gonna grow up with Jammy and Crow's future son.

Also...let us take a moment to realize that Kristen was able to name all her children after the members of Big Time Rush without Phil even noticing. Four for you, Krissie. You go, Krissie.

"Those kids are the reason my hair's turning grey..." Phil complained.

"You sure it isn't because you're becoming old as shit?" I asked him, and he just shot me a death glare.

"Don't talk shit to me...we picked up three familiar looking hitchhikers for you," Punk said. I was confused, then i looked at the door, and i saw what he meant...then i smiled.

A little boy, about 3'0, with short, spikey dark hair and in a basketball muscle shirt with shorts and sandals, and a girl who was a couple inches taller then him, with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a Pink t-shirt with a blue jean shorts and some flip flops on were there, and those were my other two kids- Bianca Rose Lloyd and Elijah "Eli" Munro Lloyd. They were also holding hands with someone with a scruff, long dark hair, about 6'3, and was wearing a rugby jerseys with athletic shorts and Nike's.

"Justin..." I said, a smile growing on my face.

"Hey there, Angel."

I got up out of my seat and ran toward him, as i literally jumped into his arms and we hugged, then kissed.

"EW! Get a room!" Eli said, as he made a gagging noise.

"Yeah, Little man's right, it's bad enough i'm throwing up because of morning sickness, but don't make me throw up because of your gross PDA," Jammy agreed with Eli. We just paid no attention and kept kissing.

"Missed you," I said to him.

"I missed you too, Angel."


It was about 10pm now, and the day was winding down. All the adults were outside by a campfire in Patrick's backyard. Meanwhile, all the younger kids were asleep somewhere in the house, while the older kids-  the triplets,Zoey and Lucas, were up over in Luke's room, playing with all the new stuff he got. All of us adults were kind of just sitting, and reflecting.

"Remember how 10 years ago, we thought we like, knew everything, and we couldn't really see past our careers?" Jammy mentioned.

"Young and Naive..." Phil said, leaning back in his chair with his arm around Kristen.

"You weren't that young ten years ago," I mentioned to him. He just frowned, as did Kristen.

"You know, a lot of things have changed in the past 10 years...but then again, some things haven't changed," Kristen said, looking straight at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Your still the same old Kat...except older," Kristen said.

"You know, she's got a point," Jammy said.

"Yeah, all of us have gotten more mature and stuff, and then there's you, you really haven't changed," Heather mentioned.

"Yeah, still the same old Kat," Patrick said.

"Well...i did say i would never change who i was," I said, with a shrug, then rose an eyebrow. "Hey...what about Kathryn Prince?"

"OH MY GOD, i remember your feuds!" Heather shouted with a smile.

"You fucking hated her..." John mentioned.

"Wasn't she that hot girl related to that one comedian?" Adam asked, getting a stern look from Heather, "But your hotter."

"Last time i heard...she got married to some guy, forgot who though," Nikie said with a shrug.

"Man...i wonder if she's changed..." I said, thinking. "Maybe she's know...nice."

"She was pretty much nice to everyone but you," Phil said, "You know, cause you have this ability to piss people off."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes.

"I thought that was a bad word?" I heard Lucas say behind me, startling me. I turned around and saw him and Zoey standing behind us.

"It is...but adults can say it," I said, as i heard Erica snicker, i just gave her a dirty glare.

"Yeah bud, don't say it," Patrick said, standing up for me.

"Alright fine," Lucas said, "Can me and Zoey have some Ice cream?"
"Do you know how late it is? I don't want you having so much sugar so late at night..." I said.

"Come on, please mom?" Lucas begged.

"Please Mom?" Zoey begged Nikie. Nikie and I kind of just looked at each other, before sighing.

"A LITTLE..." We both said. They both smiled, and ran back into the kitchen.

"Yeah they're gonna get a lot," Nikie said.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

We both looked over through the glass door, and saw Lucas and Zoey over in the kitchen trying to get some ice cream. They looked so innocent, so....cute.

"Didn't you guys say when they were born that someday they would go out?" Heather mentioned.

"Well of course they will, eventually," I Said.

"Keep your hockey playing son away from my sweet little girl," John said sternly, "Hockey players are no good."

"Offended," Jonathan, Patrick, Corey and Adam all said.

"Well no offense...but yeah, keep him away from her," John mentioned.

We all laughed again, before it got quieter again, and then we started reflecting again.

"This feels, we're all grown, we aren't the same gang we once were, we're adults...and that's scary," Kristen said.

"I never once thought we'd be sitting her, with our kids inside just chilling, while talking about everything that's happened in the past 10 years," Patrick mentioned.

"Seriously, i never thought I'd even have i got three of them," I Said with a smile, looking at Patrick first, then at PJ- i was sitting on his lap in the chair.

"And i never thought I'd get married, but thanks to a night in Vegas and a whole lot of Alcohol, I'm a husband and a dad," Adam said, with a smile as he looked at Heather.

"My dad wanted me to marry a black guy, or a jamaican, but either way, he wanted me to keep it in the race...and now, I'm the pregnant baby momma of a white french-canadian goalie," Jammy said, smiling at Corey.

"I can't believe i fell in love with my brothers teammate," Erica said, before smiling at Jonathan.

"And then there's Patrick, who's still forever alone," Jonathan said, causing everyone to laugh.

"Haha...not," Patrick said, rolling his eyes.

"I just can't believe after all this time, this is where life took us," Justin said. After that, it kind of clicked in with me, that this was my life, and i decided to chime in and say something.

"You know...people say that we don't recognize the significant moments of our lifes while they're happening...and now look at us, we're sitting here, wondering what the hell has happened these past 10 years and why they've just flown by so fast...i guess it's true that Life doesn't wait for people to adjust, everything just happens...for the best, you just gotta trust that you're leading yourself in the right direction," I said. "The world's full of magic, you just have to believe in it....and we did."

"Wow..." Kristen said, "Maybe you did mature a little."

"Maybe...but come on, we all know it's true, right?" I said, as everyone nodded.  

"I guess we just all closed our eyes and enjoyed that rollercoaster that is life," Kristen said, as me and her laughed, but we were the only ones, since we were the only one's who got it.

This is pretty much the oldest story in the world. One day, you're young...planning for someday, dreaming of someday..then one day, you wake up, and it IS that someday. We spend so much time wanting, pursuing, wishing. But ambition is good. Chasing things with integrity is good. Dreaming is good, because nothing lasts forever, so do what you can do while you have the time. Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do...that's what we did. We never knew where the next miracle would come from...the next memory, the next smile, or the next wish come true, but, like i said, we all believed the world was full of magic, and even in our darkest days or moments, we believed that it could have been right around the corner, and we opened our hearts and minds to the possibility of all this...yet we never thought this could possibly come true, all our dreams. We all made a wish, we had it, we believed in it, and it came true, every. single. one...especially mine- and he was right behind me.

"Ek is lief vir jou," Justin whispered into my ear. I just smiled when he said that, then kissed him real quick before responding to what he said in english.

"I love you, too."

Like i's the oldest story in the book. One day you're young, planning for someday, dreaming of someday...and then one day, without really even noticing, time passes by, and that someday you were once dreaming of is TODAY, and then that someday is yesterday...and this, is your life.

The end...but just the beginning for this gang.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Authors Note- 12/27/11

Hmmmmm. How do i begin this? Funny, i don't even know how. Brilliant Kat, Brilliant.....

Alright, how about thanking you...? Yeah, let's start off with that.


I started this out i think...Late January of 2010? So, almost 2 years ago actually. This brings me to my first thank you, to actually one of the main characters, Kristen...though most of you may know her as KrissieCaldi.

She was writing stories about what it would be like to be a professional wrestlers, and i became friends with her and started reading them, which inspired me to write this. So if you like this story, you should thank her. Bahaha.

ANYWAY-Yeah, 2 years ago on this site called the WWE Universe i started writing this, which brings me to my second personal thank you...kinda.

I guess i kinda need to thank Sarah, because WWE Universe ended up closing down in the middle of this story, and if she hadn't showed me this site, chances are this would have probably ended already. Bahaha. So thank you.

Again..ANYWAY- this story was fun to write. Kind of think what life could be life when i'm older. Though of course- i doubt Patrick Kane  and Jonathan Toews will still be repping the Indian Head when I'm 22. I think their contract ends after 2015....? Maybe they may resign and play the rest of their career in Chicago, or they'll leave, who knows. But yeah, i enjoyed writing this, and i actually met a couple of my friends through this story, believe it or not. Weird right? bahaha.

ANYWAY- yes, thank you all for sticking with this story and reading it :)


I don't know who gave me this idea- but someone pitched the idea of maybe a Sequel to this story, to show what happens AFTER The scene in the airport, bahaha. I've kinda been TEASING a Sequel to some of you guys, and i've been getting good reactions...with that being said, i MAY do a sequel. MAY is the keyword there. It depends on stuff.

1)How my grades are.

The past two years...well, i have had horrible grades.Partually because i suck at school. Partually because i'm a horrible student. Partually because my minds drifts away while i should be paying attention. But this year's different- I'm actually currently passing ALL My classes. ALL of them. I want to keep it that way and actually pass this year. Anyway, if my grades are still good in April, probably a Sequel. BTW, Has anybody ever read this book called 'Speak', you know, the one about a girl who got raped at a party? If so, CONTACT ME, i have a book report to do on it and i'm having trouble :\ A sequel also depends on-

2)If people would actually read it

I literally have most of the story pieced out. It'd start early April, end mid-august. Probably 30 chapters maybe? bahaha. Like i said- most have been Positive reactions, but still. 

I GUESS If you'd like to see a sequel and would read it....let me know? Good reactions to that possibility AND good grades for- i'll do it. If not- i'll write an Epuloge or...whatever it's called. I'm not that mean- you think i'll honestly leave you hanging? No, i'll at least let you know what happens. So yeah, just let me know if you want a sequel, bahaha.

And now....i say good-bye. Again- i think most of you guys have my phone number or my twitter, so you should be able to keep up with me, bahaha. So yeah- THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STORY AND STICKING WITH IT. YOU GUISE ARE AMAZING. bahaha. Thank you.


Week Forty-Five//Chasing Kat/ Part Three [FINAL CHAPTER]

*I can't believe it...but this is the FINAL Chapter in The Extreme Career. Could go on and on about stuff, but i'll save that for the Authors Note that will go up later tonight or tomorrow, depends. Anyway..without further delay....The Final Installment of The Extreme Career, enjoy :3*

"You're moving to the United Kingdom!?" Patrick asked me.

"I called my sister on the way here, she said she has a spare room i can use," I Said. "I also called Dr. Reese and he said it's safe to travel."

"You can't just pack up and move when times get rough!" Patrick said.

"It's not about me being a coward, it's about me wanting to be with my family!" I Said.

"You can't go!" Patrick yelled.

"Excuse me!?" I Asked.

"NOT WITH MY BABY!" He yelled.

I sighed as i got what he was saying and what he was afraid of.

"I also kind of stopped at the O'Hare on my way here to get plan tickets to the United Kingdom, i leave late tonight, at like, 9pm i think," I Said. "But right now i'm only going to get settled, i'll be back next Friday, just in time for the next doctors appointment and i'll be flying back in for all my appointments and i'll be back full time once I'm 8 Months pregnant."

Patrick sighed.

"You won't leave me?" He asked me.

"Not forever...just to clear my head," I Said. He bit his lip and sighed.

"That's my baby too," Patrick said. "Take good care of him or her..."

"Trust me, it's a girl, i swear to god it is," I Said. He just smiled at that.

"Jenna Kane?" He said, referencing to the fact the kids name will be determined by a TV Show. I smiled.

"Maybe Fiona Kane," I Smiled.

"Whatever name, it'll be beautiful, just like our child," Patrick smiled, before we hugged.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff upstairs," I Said, heading upstairs. 

Patrick sighed and Erica came out of her room and just looked at her brother.

"So...that's it?" Erica said. "She's really leaving?"

"Yep....and nothing i can do to change her mind."


I Got most of my stuff packed with help from Patrick and Erica and they helped me get it into my car.

"Take good care of my Niece...or Nephew...take good care of my whatever," Erica said as we said farewell.

"Don't worry, i will," I Smiled, hugging her. Then Patrick.

"What she said," He smiled.

"I'll see you next week," I Said, hugging him too. Until that birth and delivery, this while probably be the closest i'll get to him.

After that, i got in my Range Rover and drove off to the O'Hare. I board onto my flight in about 50 minutes, but it'll take a while to get through. The flight's about 7 hours, in London time i should be arriving there at 10am. No turning back now....

*8:35pm, Patrick's house, No POV*

Kat's been gone for a while now, Patrick and Erica where grasping what life would be like without her. It was more harder for Patrick then Erica, of course. They decided to watch Finding Nemo since was on TV, and it was one of their favorite movies from Disney. After the part where Nemo gets captured into the net, the door bell rang and Erica got up to see it, but was rather confused when she opened it.

"Um..hi?" She asked. "Who are you?"

"Justin," He said. Her eyes popped open.

"Justin...Justin as in...Oh god," Erica said, realizing who he was. "PATRICK! It's for you...kind of." She shrugged, then walked away. Patrick turned around and saw him and rage shot through him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Patrick asked.

"Gee, you just won Kat, you think you'd be more happier?" Justin said.

"I didn't win Kat, dumbass," Patrick said.

"What? Then who did?" Justin asked.

"YOU, dumbass..." Patrick said.

"What are you talking about?" Justin asked, pretty confused. "She never even came by."

"She did, but you probably didn't see her, you know, since you were sucking face with that slut," Patrick said.

Justin froze and he couldn't believe it.

"Wait...she picked me, but she came to tell me RIGHT When Lara kissed me and she thinks i chose Lara over her?" Justin asked.

"Lara kissed you?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah! She came to my room and i broke up with her, but she kissed me to try to change my mind," Justin said.

"Well Kat thinks that you think she's a piece of shit and she's running away," Patrick said.

"Running away....?" Justin asked.

"She's leaving to country and going to the UK to be with her Brother and Sister," Patrick said.

"WHAT!?" Justin asked.

"I'm not happy about it either," Patrick shrugged. "But she's going."

"She can't!" Justin said.

"You're the reason she's leaving!" Patrick yelled.

"Maybe i can be the reason she stays..." Justin said, thinking.

Patrick sighed again, then looked at Justin.

"You want her, she wants you," Patrick said. "Go get her."

Justin just looked at him, then nodded, and ran out the door. He had a girl to chase after.


*Chicago O'Hare, 8:45pm, 15 minutes before flight to London takes off*

I Have about 5 minutes before i board onto my plane. I got all my luggage situated, went through security, all that fun stuff. Now i was just sitting on a bench and listening to my IPod, waiting. Lovestory by Taylor Swift was on. Knowing the history with this song, i wanted to turn it off, but i didn't. I love this song to much. I turned it up all the way to just block the whole world out.

"I got tired of waiting...wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you is, fading..."

Without a doubt, this is my favorite part of the song. It's funny though- i swear to god i heard my name being shouted. Probably just imaging it. I heard my name again. I'm not imagining it. I took out my headphones and looked up and i saw Justin, running toward me in full speed.

"Justin...?" I Asked.

"KAT!" He yelled again.

Then, he almost tripped, but recovered and ran toward me and got down on his knees.

"What are you doing...?" I Asked.

"Me and Lara are OVER," He said.

"But i saw you two-"

"She kissed ME, if you stayed a little while longer you would have seen me push her off of me. Angel, i love you, not her."

"Well, uh, it's kind of late to tell me that..." I Said.

"Don't go, please," Justin pleaded. "Give us a chance, please. We can be amazing together, downright amazing."

"My sister-"

"Your sister can see you later," Justin said. "Stay with me, be with me, please."

 "I Don't know..." I shrugged.

Then, he grabbed my left hand and pulled something out of his pocket- that silver tin thing on Pop cans that open them up.

"I know it's not much, but Angel, Please," Justin pleaded. "Stay Here, Stay With Me, Marry Me, Say Yes, Please."

"Marry you!?" I Asked, shocked.

"Marry Me."

"It's a love story, baby just say....."


The End. 

Monday, December 26, 2011

Week Forty-Five // Chasing Kat / Part Two.

The air was crisp. It was cold. I could see my breath. I'm never up this early. Never. NEVER. But am i today. Last night, i made my choice, and now, i had to go tell him i didn't choose him. 

He was one place,  He was at another place. Both places weren't too far away from another.

He was up. He opened the door letting me in, expecting good news. He was heartbroken when i broke the news to him.

 "So....i'm not the one..." Patrick sighed.

"I'm sorry..." I Said, taking off my engagement ring from him.

"But...the kid..." Patrick began.

"I grew up without my dad their for me, i'm not letting this kid grow up without it's father," I said. "You'll still be apart of me and this kid, just not romantically with me."

"So...we'll still keep in touch?" Patrick asked.

"Of course we will," I smiled.

Despite the news, he cracked a smile and accepted it, then we hugged.

"Go get your man," He smiled. I smiled back, and did what he said. I got my man.

*Across town*

"5th floor....4th room down to the right..." I said, trying to remember where Justin told me he'd be staying at.

I had all the confidence in the world. I was walking to my future right here. This was the right choice. For me, and Baby Kane. Not a doubt in my mind i was making the right decision.

The door was wide open, it's like he knew i was coming. Weird. I Walked in, with a huge smile on my face...that quickly turned to a frown.

I walked in, and i saw Justin....and i saw Lara. They weren't talking, at all. They were making out. I quickly walked out and back into the elevator, then cried. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I told him about her, and he's kissing her? He told me how he felt, and i chose him and turned down my baby's dad and he does this? This isn't how it's supposed to turn out. Not even close to how it's supposed to turn out. Not even close....

*No POV, a couple minutes before Kat walked in...Justin's room*

Justin was staring at the door, waiting for Kat to knock on the door telling him he was the one. That he was the one she wanted. That's all he wanted. Then, there was a knock and his face lit up, like a little kid in a toy store. He jumped off the bed and ran toward the door and opened it with a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown after he saw who was standing outside that door. 

"Lara..." Justin said, disappointed.

"Hey babe, how come you didn't tell me you would be here?" Lara said, just letting herself in the room. "I had to find out on twitter you were in Chicago."

"Why are you here..." Justin asked her.

"Because, i wanna be with my sexy boyfriend," She smirked to him.

"Who's he?" Justin asked as Lara laughed.

"You're so funny!" She laughed.

"I Wasn't trying to be funny," Justin said. "I'm serious."

"What are you talking about?" Lara asked, completely unaware of what had happened that previous day.

"I had a conversation with Kat yesterday..." Justin said.

"Oh god, what did that slut tell you?" Lara asked.

"She's not a slut," Justin said to her.

"She's not married and pregnant with someone's child, she's like one of those sluts on MTV except she's all old," Lara rolled her eyes.

"She's younger then you..." Justin told her.

"Still..." Lara said. "Look babe, just tell me what she told you!"

"I'm NOT your babe..." Justin told her again.

"What did she tell you!?"

"She told me your using me, that's what, and she told me she stills loves me, and i still love her too."

Everything was silent.

" her?" Lara asked.

"Yes, and i don't feel that same way about you," Justin said.

"But...everything we've been through..." Lara said, walking toward Justin. "We have history and memories..."

"Bad ones...." Justin said.

"You can't just throw this away...not again..."Lara said.

"There was a reason we broke up before, not just because of my wrestling career," Justin said.

"You can't throw this away..." She said, getting closer.

"I'm about to, once and for all," Justin said.

"You really wanna say good-bye to this?" She asked.

Then, with the door wide open, she kissed Justin, long a passionately until he pushed her off.

"Bye, Lara, for good," Justin said to her.

She just pouted, then rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut, as Justin took a deep breath, and rubbed his lips, trying to get the scent of her Cherry flavored lipstick off, then he flopped down onto a bed, waiting for Kat.

*Later that day, Starbucks, Kat's POV*

"Let me guess...Medium Double Chocolatey Chip?" The girl behind the counter asked me.

"Have i really been coming here THAT much?" I Asked.

"Let's just say i've seen you around here as a pregnant lady more then i've seen you as a non-pregnant person..." She said, getting my drink ready.

"What can i relaxes me, and i'm craving it," I shrugged.

"You know," She said, handing me my drink. "You're supposed to be craving a lot of chocolate stuff like this when your pregnant with a girl."

"I find out the sex next week, but i have a good feeling it's a girl," I shrugged, paying her then taking a table.

It wasn't long after that that Sarah and Sharpie walked in, both with smile's but Sarah's was way bigger.

"Since i'm here, i may as well grab something, but you girls just talk," Sharpie smiled, going up to order while Sarah sat down, still smiling.

"I know you wanted to talk, but real quick, look at this!!" She smiled, handing me a piece of paper.

I took the paper from her hands after one more sip, then i read it. I couldn't believe it.

"You're going to the police academy!?"  I said.

"I leave February 8th and i'm gone for three months," She smiled.

"CONGRATULATIONS!!!!" I Smiled, getting up and hugging her real quick. "It's what you've always wanted to be."

"Which is weird because i have done a LOT of illegal stuff," Sarah said.

"True," I Said. "But still, you'll be a great cop," I Smiled.

"Well of course i will," She smirked back. "Anyway, what's going on?" I sighed.

"A while ago...i kind of told Justin-"

"Canada Justin or South Africa Justin?" She asked me.

"South Africa Justin," I said.

"Okay, continue," She said.

"I kinda admitted i loved him..." I bit my lip.

"Oh damn..." Sarah said.

"In front of Patrick," I said,.

"OH DAMN!" Sarah said, jaw dropped.

"And now they're making me choose between them..." I sighed.

"Well, you chose Patrick right?" She asked me. I just looked at her. "OH MY GOD YOU CHOSE JUSTIN!? But you've actually dated Patrick and he's the father of your baby!"

"Not ALL Parents get together!" I said.

"Likes yours?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and she sighed. "So, you're with Justin now....?"

"No..." I sighed as she raised an eyebrow. "I went to tell him he was the one, and i saw him making out with another girl..."

"That's great!" Sarah smiled. "Don't you see? This is like a sign that you're supposed to be with Patrick! What are you doing talking to me? Go talk to Patrick!"

"I already told Patrick he wasn't the one," I sighed.

"Oh...." Sarah said. I sighed again.

"You know, last night i talked to Phil, and he told me my mom used some o her final words on me," I said.

"She did?" Sarah asked. "Wow."

"I just miss her so much in times like these...i miss my family all together," I Said.

"Don't your brother and sister live in the UK or something?" She asked.

"London," I said.

"Well, if you miss them, have them come out here," She said.

"Craig's touring with his band and Savannah's married with a One year old," I said.

"Wait Savannah's Married and a mom!?" Sarah asked.

"She had a fling with this guy who's condom broke off, and now she has a new family," I rolled my eyes.

"Wow..." Sarah said. "Well...if they can't come to you, go to them."

"What?" I asked.

"Maybe you're right and you need some family time," Sarah said. "So go to the UK to be with them."

Go to the U.K...?

*A while later, Patrick's house*

I needed to talk to Patrick, badly. After Starbucks, i drove straight to his house and started knocking on the door and Erica opened it.

"Hey Kat," She said.

"Please tell me your brother's home?" I asked.

"He's watching The Bulls game," She smiled letting me in.

"Hey, Patrick," I Said, he paused the game, then got up.

"Hey," He said. "Everything okay?"

"Actually...i really, REALLY need to talk to you," I Said.

"I'll let you two be," Erica said, before walking away.

"What's up?" He asked.

"So uh, i went to go see Justin and tell him he was the one..." I Said.

"Luckiest guy on the planet," Patrick said.

"I saw kissing Lara," I Said.

"He was what?" Patrick asked.

"He was kissing Lara as if he completely forgot about yesterday," I Sighed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," He said to me.

"I just got done talking to Sarah," I Said.

"Sarah's good people," Patrick said.

"She helped me realize something," I Said. "I have no one here."

"You have people here," Patrick said. "You have me, Erica, Sarah, hell even though we aren't together, the whole team and front office love you."

"No, you don't get it," I Said. "I Don't have family here. I Don't even have family in this country. You have Erica, Sarah's family doesn't live that far away from here, everyone but me."

"Well, just fly you're brother and sister out for a while," Patrick suggested.

"It's not that simple," I Said. "But i do need to be around my family."

"So..what are you gonna do?" Patrick asked.

"They can't come to me," I Said. "So i'm going to them." Patrick's eyes popped open.

"But, don't they live in the United Kingdom?" He asked.

"Yeah, they do..." I Said.

" that mean you're-"

"Patrick, I'm moving to the UK."

To Be Continued...

Week Forty-Five// Chasing Kat / Part One

*January 25th, 2012. Noon, Kane Residents*

20 weeks. 20 weeks. 20 weeks i've been carrying this kid in me, and next week i get to find out exactly what this kid is, and even though we aren't revealing the sex of the baby to anyone else, i'm curious. If it's a girl then i'll need to start praying that when she's born, the Degrassi episode that airs that night DOESN'T have Clare Edwards in it. Ain't no way in HELL i'ma name my baby girl after a bitch like her. Yeah she's perfect and all but i can't stand her. But i'm still hoping for a boy, but still, feels like a girl. Bleh. Erica has class at Northwestern today, but she said she'd pick me up some Mint-Chocolate Chip Ice Cream on her way home since i've been craving it. Basically, she's the only female friend i have anymore--- and Sarah of course. After my little episode with the WWE Gang...i can just forget about everything with them, even if i dare try to apologize...HA. They'd laugh in my face. My only friend now is myself.

My ass and my couch had a date today. TeenNick had a Degrassi Marathon since the premiere of Season 11.5 is premiering 11.5 they mean the other half of season 11, which i personally think they should just make season 12 since it's gonna be a new school year. But whatever, not like i'm a writer for the show or anything. Whatever they feel like. Right now i was in the middle of season 10, part 2 of the Vegas night episode. RIGHT after Simpson announced the school was on lockdown because Fitz had a knife and was looking for Eli, the door bell fucking rang.

"Son of a bitch..." I mumbled, as i tried getting up. The Baby's gaining weight along with me and it's getting harder to do stuff skinny non-pregnant people can do.

I got up to open the door, and i couldn't believe who it was.

"Justin..." I gulped when i saw him.

"Um, hi...can we talk?" He asked me.

"Patrick's not home..." I said.

"Well, can we still talk?" He asked.

"Depends," I Said. "You know how to make Coco?" I asked. He laughed.

"Is this your way of you asking me to make you Coco?" He asked.

"If you wanna talk, get in the kitchen," I winked, letting him in.

He made me Hot coco as i continued my Degrassi marathon, and after he was done, we started talking.

"'s life?" I asked him.

"Okay, can we be real?" Justin asked. "Two weeks ago, in Detroit...what was that?"

I bit my lip and sighed.

"Lara was telling me stuff, that made me mad...and it just came out. I didn't even know i still felt that way about you," I Shrugged. He shrugged too.

"What'd she say?" He asked. I sighed again.

"She's flat-out using you," I Said. "She's trying to get that contract with WWE, then after she gets what she wants, she's leaving you.."

"," He bit his lip, shrugging.

There was that awkward silence after that as he grasped onto what i just said.  Then he started talking again.

 "Well...uh....honestly, the only reason i got back together with her was because I heard you were engaged with Patrick from someone  WAY before you even told me. I got mad, and i decided to get back with know, to make you jealous, and to uh, move on from you."

"Wait," I Said. "So...does that mean..."

"I'm still in love with you, Angel," He said, as i gulped.

It was silent, until i heard a door creek open. Erica still has like, an hour until her class is hat narrows it down to one person who could have walked through that door, uh-oh.

"JACKASS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" I heard Patrick shout as he saw walked in and saw Justin.

"I'm talking to the girl who loves me that's what i'm doing!" Justin yelled back, standing up as Patrick ran over.

"LOVES YOU!?" Patrick yelled again. They were nose-to-nose now, and i'm right in the middle. "She's wearing MY Ring and carrying OUR Baby, NOT YOUR'S."

"Oh yeah?" Justin asked him, with a cocky smile. "Well last time i checked, she was telling me how much she loved me NOT YOU."

"She's never SCREAMED Your name at the top of her lungs in bed!" Patrick yelled back.


"HEY!" I shouted back, standing up and grabbing their attention. "WOMEN WITH CHILD HERE!"

"Women with MY CHILD," Patrick shouted to Justin.

"Women with child who LOVES ME," Justin shouted back.

"It's MY KID, that makes her MY GIRL," Patrick shouted back at him.

"No It doesn't!" Justin yelled.

"Yes it does!" Patrick yelled.

"ACTUALLY, not all parents are together, my parent's weren't," I shrugged.

"That means she want's me!" Justin smirked to Patrick.

"No It doesn't," I Said.

"That means she want's me!" Patrick yelled back.

"NO IT DOESN'T!" I yelled back

"THEN WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?" They both yelled at me.

"IT MEANS I DON'T KNOW!" I Yelled back.

"You don't know!?" Patrick asked. "YOU DON'T KNOW!?"

"Seriously, Kat!?" Justin asked me.

"Your both springing this on me! What do you want me to do?" I Asked.

"I Want you to do what you KNOW you've wanted to do for a long time," Justin said. "Dump his sorry ass and be with me!"

"I Want you to stay with me- your fiance' and the father of you're first child," Patrick said.

"What about what I wanna do!?" I asked.

"Well what do you wanna do?" Patrick asked.

"That's the thing," I Said. "I DON'T KNOW!"

"How can you NOT know!?" Justin asked.

"I JUST DON'T!" I Yelled. "I'm 20 weeks pregnant, this baby is my concern, not this!"

"We get that," Patrick said. "But you can't use the pregnancy as your excuse for not knowing who you wanna spend the rest of your life with!"

"You gotta choose," Justin said.

"Me, or the foreigner," Patrick said.

Everything's scrambled all right. Am i really pregnant? Am i really where i think i am? Am i really who i think i am? I can't even answer those questions, because i don't know. Everything's scrambled. 

"Who's it gonna be?" Justin asked.

I Paused and bit my lip, then sighed.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled. "I need some time....i need that time to be away from both of you," I Said.

Then, i left. 

*Brooks household, late at night*

It's freezing cold outside. It's times like this i'm glad i have a zillion random hoodies to wear. After....'that', i ran over to Phil and Kristen's. Kristen wasn't home, she was visitng her friend Jessie, who's having a kid soon or something, so it was only Phil, which is good cause i didn't really wanna speak to her. Not yet. She knows i'm here since she's home now, but she's inside. I'm outside, on their deck sitting at the table they have, looking at the stars all cuddled up in my hoodie trying to figure this all out.  I heard one of the dogs bark, so someone must be coming.

"Hot chocolate?" I heard Phil say behind me, with a cup in hand as he shut the door and one of the dogs came out with him to do his business. "Kristen just made it."

"Take a sip first," I Said, wary. He looked at me as if i was an idiot, then took a sip of it.

"Now what?" He asked.

"How's it taste?" I asked.

"It taste like hot chocolate dumbass what else would it taste like?" He asked me. I Rolled my eyes and took it.

"Just making sure..." I sighed.

"Seriously, how you holding up?" Phil asked.

"I Only had my mom for 14 years, not once did she tell me what the hell to do when i got pregnant and had to chose between two men..." I sighed, taking a sip.

"You know, your mom was fucking hot," Phil said. "Even after three kids, she had a perfect figure and you just totally wanted to bang her."

"Oh well thank you for putting that image in mind of my mommy," I rolled my eyes.

"The point of me saying that is to say that chances are, after you have this kid, you'll get your hot figure back and go back to having creepy guys wanting to fuck you," Phil said.

"What was the point of that?" I said, smiling.

"There was no point, but it actually got you to smile," He said, causing me to smile even bigger. "But seriously, because she was so fucking hot, i tried know, spend time with her."

"You tried to make the fucking moves on my mom!?" I asked.

"NO!" Phil said. " know how i used to eat dinner here some nights and how i was with your sister for a while?"

"Yeah..." I said.

"All that to get closer to her fine ass," He smirked.

"Oh good lord," I gagged.

"But seriously, since we had a good relationship, she was one of the people i kept in touch with after i graduated and went to train with Ace," He said. "And i was actually one of the last people she talked to before she died, and she told me something to pass along to you when you got yourself into this mess."

"WHEN i got myself into this mess?!" I raised an eyebrow.

"She had a feeling you would be the one of the three kids to mess up this big," Phil said.

"Figures, i was the worst one of her three," I Said.

"She thinks Savannah's the one most likely to get arrested for being an idiot and Craig's the one who's gonna end up having a women show up claiming he's her baby daddy," Phil said.

"I'm pretty sure that's happened to both of them already," I Said.

"Anyway, she told me this," Phil said. "Listen to you're heart, not anyone else. It's easy."

I looked at him, dumbfounded.

"That was her last words involving me? THAT?" I asked.

"It's actually good advice!" He said.

"That's HORRIBLE advice! How the hell is that gonna help me!?" I asked.

"Just think about it, like she said, it's easy, you'll be okay," Phil said.

Then, he got up, opened the door and let the dog inside, and he shortly followed, leaving me alone again.

Listen to you're heart, not anyone else. It's easy.

That kept going through my mind, trying to figure it out. I'm being forced to choose between two guys, not only for me, but for my unborn child. Everything got even more scrambled. I Wanted to scream, but i didn't. I just knocked over my Coco and started yelling to the sky.

"You said listening to my heart was easy! SO WHY THE HELL AM I STRUGGLING SO MUCH WITH IT!" I screamed up at the sky to the heavens.

I sat back down and started taking a couple deep breaths, then i curled back up into a ball. 

I believe in afterlife, and i don't know if my mom heard me or something, but after that, everything changed.

My mind cleared up, i could think straight again, and it clicked in for me. I only saw one guy in my mind.


I saw Him in my mind.

The one.

Suddenly, my mind was made up, and for the first time in a long time, i know what i want and what's best for me.

I knew EXACTLY which one it was. Exactly.

To Be Continued....

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Week Forty-Four // To A Friend

I Stay in time and watch you pass by... I draw this line and hope you take my shouldn't have to fight's nobody's battle but you own...

*January 16th, 2012, Noon*

"So, you can find out the sex of the baby next week, but you still got to wait?" Sarah asked me as we we're walking up some steps.

"Yeah, we're waiting to find out the sex until our next appointment," I Said. "And that's in about two weeks, so i won't be waiting that long,"

"Still, if i was you i'd go get that Ultra-Sound as soon as i could," Sarah said.

Sarah and i have been taking walks in the downtown area lately.  It's becoming a stress reliever for me, so yeah. Today, we walked over to the place Corey was living at. It seem's Corey's been struggling lately. Something just isn't right. It's like his mind's drifting away. He barely even talks to anyone anymore. He's clearly having his life held together by tape now, and since Sarah and I are queens when it comes to making someone else's business our business, we decided to try and help him. We got to his place and i heard a crashing sound.

"DAMN," Sarah said after she heard it.

"It sounds like shattered glass," I Shrugged.

We saw that the door was wide open, and then something was being thrown at us. We quickly ducked to the ground.

"What the fuck was that!?" Sarah asked. I Ran over and picked up the thing that was thrown at us. It was a picture of Corey and Jamila.

"Okay...yeah something's wrong," I Said as we ran inside.

It was hurricane Corey inside. Stuff was all over the place and it looked totally vandalized. Corey was going Apeshit. Totally Apeshit.

"What the hell!?" Sarah asked.

Corey noticed us, then put an object down gently on the ground and tried to calm down.

"Oh...hey," Corey said.

"What the fuck happened here!?" I asked.

"I just needed to blow some steam..." Corey shrugged.

"So you destroy your house...?" Sarah asked him.

"Too many bad memories..." Corey sighed, then pointed to the couch. "We'd always make out there and other stuff," Then he pointed to bed sheets that had completely been torn up. "And the stuff we would do on those sheets upstairs..."

"Okay, what the hell are you talking about?" Sarah asked him. He just looked at me.

"Your little friend...Jamila...." Corey mumbled out.

"What about her?" I asked.

"She fucking broke my heart," He growled, before grabbing another object and throwing it up against a wall.

"She broke up with you?" I asked.

"I WISH," He yelled again. "She fucking cheated on me!"

"She cheated on you!?" Sarah gasped.

"That's not even the worst part," Corey said. "She cheated on me with another hockey player in the NHL."

"From here in Chicago!?" I asked.

"No, Vancouver," He sighed, trying to calm down again. "Number 3." Me and Sarah thought for a moment trying to figure out who wore the 3 in Vancouver, and once we figured it out, we couldn't believe it.

"Bieksa!?" Sarah asked.

"Doesn't he have a wife and kids?!" I asked.

"He doesn't have a wife and as for his kids who knows the kind of relationship he'll have with them now," Corey said.

"She really cheated on you with him?" I asked.

"Here in Chicago after we beat Vancouver 6-2, while i was talking to the media or something after the game, she went into a closet with him and he got lucky," Corey cringed, just talking about it made him feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

I Was processing this. After it was all processed, i picked up a picture of Jamila, a good one. Then, i threw it across the room against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces.

"Whoa, what the hell!?" Sarah asked. "She's your friend! I Don't like what she did, but you!?"

"I need to start re-thinking my choices when it comes to friends...." I mumbled.

*A Couple Hours Later, some abandoned place in Chicago*

Weird. I got this text from Kristen and she marked it as Urgent. Really weird. She sent me some address to this place i've never heard of, and i grew up in Chicago, hell i know every single alley throughout this city. This is weird. I stopped for a hotdog, then i drove to the address. When i pulled up, i realized it was basically the middle of nowhere. What the fuck. I Saw a couple other cars, one being Kristens. I couldn't figure you the other ones, but they look familiar. I Walked inside and coughed, it smelled like smoke. Maybe it burned down, that's why it looks so tacky. I looked around, and then i saw my friends back from WWE. I've done my best to avoid them all, so this fucking sucks.

"What the fuck is going on..." I asked, confused.

"Either you've been eating a LOT of hotdogs, or you're pregnant...." Jamila said, staring down at my bump.

"Didn't you hear?" I asked. "It was in the tribune. You're boyfriend's in Chicago so uh, shouldn't you have seen it?" I Said, rolling my eyes after that. Out of them all, she was the last person i wanted to see.

"Boy or girl?" Nikie asked, looking at me.

"How the hell should i know? I haven't had an ultra-sound yet and it's impossible to tell if it's high or low..." I Said to her.

"Damn.." Jenny said,. shocked a my attitude.

"What the fuck is this? An intervention?" I Asked, looking at Kristen. She looked serious.

" is," She said.

"WHAT!?" I Yelled. "What the fuck!?"

"You've been distance and it sounds like somethings wrong, we just want to let you know that it's okay to share," Kristen said.

"What the hell is this, Group Therapy Session!?" I Asked.

"Don't worry, i hear that's the usual reaction for interventions at first," Heather said to Kristen.


"Denial, something they all do through," Heather said to her again.

"Bitch you better shut up!" I Yelled at Heather. "Or i swear to god i wi-"

"YOU KNOW," Nikie interrupted. "I don't know how far along you are, but my Baby's developing hearing and can hear nearly everything you say, so uh, could you lighten up on your swearing?"

"Not my baby, not my fucking problem," I Said.

"Okay, something's wrong with you," Kristen said. "Just tell us so we can help!"

"You wanna know what's wrong with me? IT'S YOU PEOPLE!" I Yelled.

"US?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, YOU PEOPLE," I Yelled again.

"What the heck did we do!?" Jenny asked.

"Let me politely go down the line," I Said.

Then i walked toward them and started off with Jenny.

"You had to make me go on a double date with Justin, You and Brokeface at a club, Leave me and Justin alone and make something happen between us, and now my relationship with not only my fiancee' but my BABY DADDY Is in jeopardy just because you get too involved in others love-life! If my baby grows up having his parents hate each other and going to a different house every other weekend, i'm blaming you," I Said, looking her in the eye.

Then, i moved to Nikie.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING PREGNANT BITCH!" I Yelled. "I Don't care if your pregnant, that's doesn't mean JACK to me. You had to go request my song at your wedding and ALSO get involved in my love life, i don't know if it's something about you Cena Girls, but you have no idea how to fucking mind your own damn business!" I Screamed.

Then, i moved to Heather, and just sighed.

"You're a fucking slut," I Said. "The day of my birthday not only do you have a court-case, but when you actually make it to my birthday, you get into a fist fight with a bartender and cause a scene all while i'm almost RAPED. Good to know that's what you prefer doing while your friend's in danger like that. NOT ONLY THAT, but then you once again try to steal my moment and get drunk and marry one of my friends!? I don't care how drunk you were! Out of EVERYONE, HIM!?"

"HE AND I ARE ACTUALLY IN LOVE," She yelled back.


"WE WERE HITCHED BY A WOMEN," She yelled back again.

"LIKE I GIVE A RATS ASS!" I Yelled back.

I took another deep breath then, moved on to Jamila.

"You think you're better then Heather, but you aren't, you're just another fucking SLUT," I yelled.

"EXCUSE ME!?" She yelled back.

"I was just at Corey's place a couple hours ago and i heard EXACTLY what happened!" I yelled. "The back of a closet with a Canuck, is that how they define classy in New York? Here in Chicago, that's just slutty."

"You have NO Idea what that was all about, that's just his side of the story," Jamila said.

"Oh, okay, what's your side?" I asked.

"I Was tempted, he came on to me..." She shrugged.

"Three words," I Said. "JUST. SAY. NO. OH, and keep your legs closed. It's pretty simple to do, actually."

I Had enough of her. I moved onto the last one- Kristen.

"Before you even begin," She said to me, before i even opened my mouth. "You've changed. A LOT. I know you're pregnant---which was FUN Learning about in the newspaper instead of actually hearing you say it--- But like you told Nikie, that's no excuse to be a fucking bitch and change."

"Well SORRY for changing, but i'm glad you've stayed the same!" I Smiled, but quickly that smile faded away. "You're still a bitch."

After that, i just left. I Couldn't take it. I Had enough of those bitches. I Slammed the door shut and ran over to my car, got in and just drove off. 

After a while, i pulled over to the side of the road, then i broke down and started crying.

I've been telling other guys i love them. Bitching at my only friends. What the hell is wrong with me? 

Everything really is scrambled.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Week Forty-Three // Friday The 13th

What is it about Friday The 13th that just spells out hell? Okay, it doesn't really spell out hell, but you know what i mean. Unlucky for me, like lots of people, Friday The 13th's are just not my day, it all started after i got my Mom a traffic ticket back when i was 10 because i was bitchy and refused to put on my seatbelt, since then, Friday the 13th's get worse for me, year after year...As for what's in store for me this year...nothing can compare.

*Detroit, MI, Blackhawks Team Hotel, Friday The 13th, 4pm*

"ZIP IT UP!!" I Yelled.

"I'M TRYING!" Patrick yelled.

"Could you two keep it down?" Jonathan asked.

"SHUT UP," Patrick and I both said.

"Damn..." He said.

"I TOLD you this size was too small..." Patrick mumbled, trying to zip up the back of the dress.

"And i told you to mind your own DAMN BUSINESS!" I yelled back.

"IT WON'T ZIP UP!" He yelled.

"Let me try," Jonathan said, getting out of bed and trying to zip me up.

"Good luck but-" Patrick began, but then stopped.

Jonathan was able to zip me up. He wasn't.

"You just got lucky,"  Patrick mumbled.

"I got the magic touch with these hands," Jonathan winked.

"No you don't," Patrick rolled his eyes.

"That's not what Erica was saying last night," Jon smirked. Patrick's face turned that red color, you know, the shade Coach Q turns during games.

"BIG TIME BURN!!!" I laughed.

"Let's just go get this night over with!" Patrick grumbled, as i tried to stop laughing.

Justin called me last night and said he was able to book this condo or something for us tonight. It wasn't a hotel, but it was a condo. Hmph.  It took us about 15 minutes to get there, when we showed up, me and Patrick just took a deep breath.

"Be good," I said to him as we walked toward the door.

"I'll do my best," He sighed.

We walked up the steps, and took another breath in before i knocked on the door and Justin opened it. He shaved. He SHAVED. She got him to SHAVE. Oh my gosh. He really is in love.

"Hey!" He smiled, letting us in.

"Hey!" I smiled back, coming in.

"Nice place..." Patrick said, looking around and trying not to make direct eye contact with Justin.

"Thanks," Justin said, doing nearly the same thing.

Then, a very fit blonde girl walked into the room. She looked like a freaking tramp. She must be like, i don't know, a waitress or something. Then, Justin smiled and kissed her.

He kissed her.

That's when it clicked in- That tramp was Lara. I heard stuff about her, but wow....All i can think is how many time's she's bleached her hair and what age she'll begin to start wearing wigs because her hair's falling out.

"Hi, i'm Patrick," Patrick said, introducing himself to Lara.

"Lara," She smiled at him, looking know, blonde and one of those girls in high school who thinks she's the fucking shit when in reality, people wish she'd finally get AIDS or an STD and die. Yeah, that's how she looked.

"My name's Kat..." I said to her, wary.

"Lara...."She said back, also looking wary. "I've heard a lot about you..."

"Funny, so have i...." I Said.

We stared each other down a moment. We just met each other, and we already can't stand each other. It's gonna be a long night...


"And then, she came over for a little movie night, and i asked her to be mine," Patrick smiled, taking a sip of Champagne. I Was drinking Milk. Chocolate Milk. I Envy him and those other two.

"Keeps getting more romantic every time you share that story..." Justin gritted through his teeth, while also pouring some more champagne into his glass.

"That day seems just like yesterday," I smiled as Patrick, taking a sip of my...Milk.

"I still remember when we first met," Justin smiled toward me.

"Most awkward moment ever!" I laughed, but stopped after i saw how uncomfortable Patrick looked.

"It's still not as romantic as when we first met, Pauly" Lara smirked at Justin, who's eyes popped wide open. I Almost forgot his real name was Paul until she said that. He clearly looks more like a Justin.

"Uh...yeah...that was pretty romantic...." Justin said, with an awkward smile.

"Oh., well how did you two meet?" I asked.

"You don't wanna know..." Justin said, with a nervous smile now.

"Yeah, we do," Patrick said.

"It's not that great of a story...." He shrugged.

Then, Lara got the hint that he had absolutely no clue when the hell they met. Not at all. She rolled his eyes, then to my surprise, Patrick actually saved his ass.

"Uh, how about we go into the kitchen real quick?" Patrick asked him.

"Yeah... i like that idea," Justin said, as the two quickly got up, just leaving us two ladies alone.

"So...You and Justin..." I Said, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah..." She shrugged.

"You seem perfect for each other."

"I Guess you could say that...."

"You guess?"

"Oh come on, you know you want him."

"I'm pregnant with someone else's child and engaged."

"Not even married and pregnant? Someone's a whore..." Lara said.

That triggered me.

"I'm the Whore? Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?" I asked.

"Honey, the way i look doesn't make me a whore, admit it, you want Pauly, don't you?" She asked. "But don't worry, you can have him...After i'm done with him."

"After you're done with him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. the kitchen.....

"So uh...." Justin said, grabbing another bottle of champagne. "It's nice that you and Kat a-"
"Oh cut the crap your foreigner..." Patrick said to him, rolling his eyes.

"What?" Justin asked him.

"I'm not an idiot and i'm not fucking blind," Patrick said.

"Okay, feel like catching me up here?" Justin asked him.

"You invited us over here to try and win Kat back again, you know you did," Patrick said.

"Did you not see my girlfriend out there?" Justin asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, i saw the whore," Patrick said. "What, did you get back together for her just for this moment? To try and make Kat jealous to get her under your arms?"

"Whoa, look i-"

"No you look, jackass. This summer, not only will Kat and I be having a child together, we're walking down that aisle and starting our future together, a future WITHOUT you. The game's over. She's MINE. No matter what, we're gonna be together forever. Just do yourself a favor and stop trying, it's just making you look like a fucking fool."

"I'm happy you two are expected and i'm not gonna try and ruin your family," Justin mumbled.

Back in the living room...

"You heard me right," Lara said, taking a sip of champagne.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"I mean that jackass broke my heart," Lara said. "He broke up with me for his stupid wrestling career and left me all alone. With nothing. Making me pick up all these shattered pieces to my heart that left on the ground. Now, i'm back and ready to get my life back in control...starting with hurting him just like he hurt me for his career."

"So, you got him head over heels in love with you, and you're just using him to get a wrestling contract?" I asked.

"Exactly!" She smiled. "After i get my contract, you can have him."

"You can't do that to him," I said.

"Why not? He deserves it!" Lara said.

"No, he doesn't, he's actually a good person," I Said. She just laughed.

"That's a good one, Kat, that's a good one..." She laughed, taking another sip.

"If you're gonna break up with him, do it now and don't lead him on and break his heart."

"He broke my heart, now i'm breaking his," Lara said.

"You know, maybe he dumped you because you're a fucking bitch, not because of FCW," I said to her.

We had a long stare down.

"You're not breaking his heart, i won't let you," I Said to her.
"You won't 'Let' me?" She asked me, standing up, as did i. "Why? Why?"

"Because i fucking Love him, and there is NO WAY in HELL I'm letting you break his heart you filthy bitch!" I Screamed.

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. I couldn't believe i just screamed like that. But that wasn't even the worst part.

Right as i said that, Justin and Patrick walked into the living room again.
BOTH of them heard exactly what i said.

This can't be happening...this can't.
My mind's scrambled. So many thought's are running through it, i can't hear myself think or anything. What am i even doing?

I just walk out. Out of the room. Out of the house. Onto the streets of Detroit. I don't know why, anything to get away from here.
Now- i realize why Blackhawks fans chant 'Detroit SUCKS!' whenever they visit the United Center. Not only do the Dead Wings suck, but Detroit all together sucks. The streets are filthy, and it's freaky. Who the hell would wanna live here?

I kept walking, and walking, and walking until i found a starbucks.
"One Medium Double Chocolatey Chip," I Said, handing the girl money. I've been getting those recently since it's just chocolate, not actual coffee.

"Coming right up," She smiled.

I sat a table, all alone, drinking my Double Chocolatey Chip, processing what i just did. My thoughts were still scrambled as i tried to piece it all together. Then it set in EXACTLY what i did.

I wanna blame this on my raging pregnancy hormones, but come on... 

Everything's scrambled.