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on us now,” Coach said.  We glanced up to an entire team of faces.
     
    “Hi boys!”  I said.  A flood of waves and shouts greeted and I grinned.  They really were a great group of guys out there.

Chapter 9
     
    Friday night came.  I’d arrived home Thursday night to an envelope slipped under my door, that contained a key and a note in Patrick’s handwriting saying to go out to the house Friday whenever I was ready, and that he’d be home right after practice.  I’ll admit, there in the privacy of my own home where no one would see me, I squealed and jumped up and down a bit at the idea of having a key to Patrick’s house.  I didn’t know if I was supposed to keep it past the weekend or not, but it still made me happy.
     
    I arrived at Patrick’s house just before twilight hit and parked to the side of the garage, since I didn’t have an opener.  I didn’t want to block Patrick from being able to pull in, and knowing him, he’d move my car once he got back anyway.  He didn’t like leaving vehicles open to the elements all night.  I’d put the key on my key chain with the others and stared at it for a few minutes before I’d left the house.  It looked so at home there.  It slipped into the lock effortlessly, and the mechanism clicked open, allowing me to push the whisper silent door open and step into the foyer that always made me stop and look around.  It was wonderful.
     
    His home had a very clean, modern feeling to it, a lot of whites, sharp angles and wide open windows.  One of the reasons that he’d picked a neighborhood with such high security had been so that he could have those wide open windows without the fear of someone peeping back at him all the time.
     
    I wandered through the house, taking the long way around until I hit the bedroom.  I wasn’t sure where to put my bag.  I’d never really packed a bag before, because I’d never been out there and stayed as part of a plan.  This was new.  I sighed and walked over to the closet, dropping my bag to the left, the empty side of the massive walk-in.  I could ask him if that was okay when he got there.  My phone rang in my pocket and I pulled it out, grinning when I saw Patrick’s handsome face on the caller ID.  It’s like he knew that I was thinking about him.
     
    “Hello?”  I said.
     
    “Are you there yet?”
     
    “I just got here, in fact.” 
     
    “Good, I just got out of the showers.  I’ll be on my way as soon as I get dressed.”
     
    “Who are you over there whispering to?”  I heard a voice that sounded alarmingly like Joey’s ask from the background.
     
    “If that’s Joey, he’ll tell Charlotte and we’ll never hear the end of it,” I said, laughing.  Char had been convinced that Patrick and I were a couple in denial for a while now.  Confirmation, especially in a way like Patrick being caught trying to secretly talk to me about our weekend together, would equal merciless teasing.
     
    “Mind your business,” Patrick said to the mystery nosy person, laughing.
     
    “Hi Jacinta!”  The voice, which I was now totally sure belonged to Joey, yelled.
     
    “Oh geez,” I said.  Patrick laughed.
     
    “Anyway, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes, with dinner.  Okay?”
     
    “Okay.”  I laughed as more voice chimed in behind him and he mercifully ended the call.
     
    I puttered around the house a bit more, marveling at it and appreciating the view for a bit before finally settling in the den with a soda and the remote to the TV.
     
    ~~~
     
    I woke up to the sound of the front door closing.  I hadn’t even noticed that I’d fallen asleep, but I sat up and stretched, listening as footfalls came into the room with me.
     
    “Hey, sweets.  I grabbed Chinese food on the way home.  Is that alright?” he asked as I turned to face him with a smile.
     
    “That’s wonderful,” I said.  Patrick paused where he stood, watching me thoughtfully before moving closer and