A/N: This is my second Mighty Ducks Fanfiction, the other is still in process, but I really liked this idea and I wanted to start right away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing :( Except the grandma. She's mine.
Chapter One:
I stepped through the gate that lead into the airport. Nearly 3 hours ago, I was in my hometown of Bangor, Maine. I sighed and looked out towards the crowd. Just over the crowd, I could see an old woman, fiddling with her wedding ring. I walk towards and when she saw me, she smiled and enveloped me in a hug.
"Hey Grandma." I said into her shoulder.
"Oh, Julie, I'm so happy to see you, I've missed you since your last visit."
My grandmother is a small, frail looking old woman, who at first sight, you would probably want to hug, and she would probably offer you a cookie. I ushered her over to the baggage claim, and found the four suitcases I had brought with me. We went out to her car, and loaded my stuff in. I got into the front, and she went into the driver side.
"Your mom, didn't really tell me much, just that you would be spending 2 weeks with me. Of course I didn't object."
"I got offered to play on Team USA for the Jr Goodwill Games. Most of the team already lives here, so we will be training here for the weeks leading up to the tournament."
"Well no matter what you're doing, I'm glad to spend time with you." She smiled warmly at me.
Before I knew it we were pulling up to her house located in one of the nicest neighborhood in Edina. I grabbed 2 of my suitcases, and my grandma had the other two. She showed me my room, which was on the second floor of her house. There was a window, that looked out at the neighbors house, which also had a window looking out at Grandma's house. There was a teenage boy sitting at a desk that was facing the window. When I turned the light on, he looked up startled, like he had never seen the light turned on.
I looked away and at my grandma, who had just entered the room. She looked a little a winded from climbing up the stairs with 2 full suitcases. "I hope you like it."
"I love it Grandma, thank you." She smiled at me.
She sighed and said, "As much as I would love to stay up with you, I really am tired, so I'm going to head off to bed."
"Alright, sleep well." I hugged and then she left to go to her own room.
I looked back out the window, and saw that the boy had closed his blinds. I shrugged and opened one of the suitcases hoping it would have my pajamas in it, and sure enough it did. I put them on, and crawled into bed, deciding to unpack tomorrow. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up early, to sound of my grandma humming to herself, no doubt making breakfast. I yawned and decided to join her.
"Good morning." She said and smiled at me, "I'm cooking pancakes for this special occasion."
"And what's that?" I said as she put a steamy plate in front me.
"Well you playing for Team USA." She said, putting pancakes on her own plate.
"Grandma my first practice isn't for another couple of days."
"You made the team didn't you? What better reason to celebrate?" I chuckled, and took a bite of the pancake. They were really good. "Now I know you just got here, but I was hoping maybe when you're done unpacking, you can help with some yardwork? Your grandfather normally did that, and my back is not in the shape it was 10 years ago. If I bend over, I'll stay that way." I smiled and nodded.
"Sure."
She clapped her hands together. "Great! I asked the neighbors son to come out and help you. He's been helping out with the things I just can't do anymore, and it would take you days to do it by yourself."
"Well then I better get an early start." I said, as I finished up my pancakes and rinsed my dish. "I'm just gonna go quick unpack and then I'll be right down."
"Alright, I'll just be in the kitchen. He should be already working by the time you're ready."
I nodded and went back up to the spare room where I would be staying. I put all four suitcases on the bed and began to unpack, putting shirts, pants and other things in the dresser, and just shoving my hockey stuff into the closet. I put on some jeans and a sweatshirt, and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I yelled to my grandma who was now in the living room that I would be outside, before walking out the door.
There was a tall blonde boy, raking leaves. He looked up, and I noticed it was the same boy from the window. He was extremely attractive. "Hi, I'm Adam, I live next door." He said smiling.
"Julie." I went into the garage and grabbed a rake for myself. It was awkwardly silent for about 10 minutes while we worked at opposite sides of the yard. When we started to move closer to each other, it got even worse, before I finally spoke up. "So how old are you?"
"16."
"Me too." There was more silence. "What do you like to do."
"I play hockey." He said, not even looking up from the ground.
I sighed in relief. Finally some common ground. I thought. "That's funny, me too."
"Really?" He said.
"Yeah, that's actually why I'm here." I don't like bragging, so I kept it to myself that I was actually going to be playing in a worldwide hockey competition. After that there wasn't any awkward silence. We talked about our favorite team, who we thought would win the Stanley Cup this year, but mostly about our teams. Adam's teams so fun, and relaxed compared to mine. Our coach was fun and all, but he probably would have made us do laps around the rink if we had dumped a cooler of ice water on him. We finished with the yard a couple hours later.
"It was nice meeting you Julie." He started his way back to his house.
"Hey!" I yelled and he turned around to look at me, "you want to hang out or something? You seem to know you're way around town, and I don't know anything, maybe you could show me around."
"Uh, sure." He said a little taken aback by my forwardness, "just let me go grab some things." I went inside and ducked my head into the living.
"Grandma, I'm gonna go hang out with Adam, the neighbors son."
"Ok will you be back for dinner?" She asked.
"I don't know, maybe?"
"Well alright, I'll cook for two more just in case." She turned to me and winked. I laughed and went upstairs to grab my purse. When I went back outside, Adam had pulled up in his car and motioned for me to get in.
I stepped up into his big white Chevy Tahoe. I laughed a little. "Damn this car is big."
"Yeah, I know. I give teammates rides a lot so I need room for them and their stuff."
"Oh cool. What year is it?" I asked.
"1997. My parents tried to buy me a new model, but I wanted to buy my own." There was a hint of pride in his voice. He pulled out of the driveway, and started down the road.
"So anyway, where are you taking me?"
"I am going to show you some of my favorite spots in Minneapolis."
"Care to elaborate?"
He shrugged "No. You'll find out when we get there." I groaned. I hated surprises.
Adam showed me around all his favorite places. He showed me this restaurant called "Mickeys Dining Car" that looked like a dining car. Then we went to this pond, and he told me how when it was winter, and it froze over, he and his team would play scrimmages on that pond. He showed me a movie theater and very shyly offered to take me some time. A couple hours later he had shown me all the best places to hang out, and both of our stomachs were asking for food.
"We should probably head home." He said.
"Yeah. Hey do you want to join us for dinner. My grandma told me to invite you."
He smiled, "Sure. I'll text my mom that I won't be home for dinner."
A/N: I hope you like it. I know that in D2 they are actually around 12 or 13 but it didn't work well with the story line so I changed it. Please don't hate me. I would love to hear what you you think so do me a favor and write a review!