Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
A/n: Just a little one shot that's been threatening to burst out of my head and onto an empty Microsoft Word document for a while now. This is my first duck story in quite a while so hopefully people enjoy it. Oh, and I know that some people are waiting for an update on one of my other stories, so If I can just ask you guys to be patient for a LITTLE while longer, and I'll be done with the chapter as soon a I come off my Connie/Adam high.
Here's the story:
Sometimes
He loves her because her hair smells like blueberries.
He loves her because every day for three years she has taken a peanut butter and banana sandwich to school in a brown paper bag.
He loves her because every day for three years he has nibbled the crust off for her every lunch time.
He loves her because she hates crusts.
Sometimes he wonders if Guy knows just how lucky he is.
Sometimes he wonders if maybe things had been different there would have been a chance…
If hawks and ducks were only creatures you admired on the Discovery Channel or in the case of the latter, ordered with the lemon dipping sauce from the Chinese restaurant down on Delaney St.
Maybe if he'd worn a stupid hat all throughout grade school.
Sometimes he wonders what she saw in the hat.
He thinks it was a REALLY stupid hat.
He loves her because she truly isn't aware of just how beautiful she is.
He loves her because she's the only one that never called him cake-eater.
He loves her because she shot him a secret, reassuring smile the first time he walked into the Ducks' locker room.
He loves how much being a Duck means to her.
Sometimes he watches her on the ice and he can't help but admire how free she seems.
Sometimes when they're playing one on one he lets her win.
Sometimes she kicks his butt.
He loves her because she crosses the street to avoid walking past Old Mrs. Allen's house because she believes it's haunted.
He loves her because being one of only two females on a male-dominated ice hockey team, playing one of the most dangerous contact sports in the world doesn't scare her…but an old neighborhood ghost legend does.
He loves that she gets emotional when contestants win on game shows.
Sometimes he wonders if she'll ever know how he feels.
Occasionally, he allows himself to think for a split second that maybe one day she'll feel the same, before guiltily banishing the thought to the back of his mind.
He loves their conversations.
He loves making her laugh.
He loves when they talk on the phone until 4 am and then she falls asleep on his shoulder in Math class the next morning.
She told him that he was her best friend once, that she didn't know what she'd do without his friendship.
He hadn't trusted himself to reply, but their eyes had remained locked in a steady gaze for a long time.
Sometimes they talk about the future.
Where they'll be in 5…10…20…30 years.
She always makes him promise they'll still be friends.
He jokes that he'll 'accidentally' lose her phone number after graduation.
He loves when she pouts at him.
Sometimes he wonders what college will be like.
Sometimes he thinks it might be easier not seeing her every day…
But mostly the thought terrifies him.
He loves just being with her, even if they're doing nothing.
He wonders if Guy notices that her hair smells like blueberries.
A/N: Pretty please review and tell me what you thought!