Disclaimer: In case you hadn't guessed, I don't own anything that you recognize, the Mighty Ducks for example.
Author's Note: I know not much happens in this chapter, hence explination, but let me know what you think so I know whether or not to continue. I'm also writing one about Charlie, but I think I'll hold out on that one til I've written more.
I've known Guy Germaine since my third birthday. It was the first day I met him and he felt at home enough to shove my face in the cake. I cried for an hour straight- it had been a perfect cake, a perfect birthday party- everything pink, crinoline in no short supply.
A lot of things changed for me that day. Guy, as he puts it now, took me under his wing, and did his best to purge me of my obsession with everything and anything he deemed girly. Although at four, hockey had not yet cemented its hold on his life, Guy already carried a used hockey stick everywhere. It was beat up and much too tall for him, and the same day I decided I was in love with him- I was six, I also decided that I would save up to buy him a new one.
It took me months and months to save the money. My mother didn't exactly have a lot of extra cash to give me- no matter how many chores I completed. But finally the day came when she took me to the store. I guarded that hockey stick with my life from the second we left the store to the second I placed it in Guy's arms. That was the day Guy Germaine finally came around and declared that he loved me back. We were married by Charlie Conway that afternoon.
Don't get me wrong, I know we're not really married. I am sixteen now for Christ's sake. Since that day Guy and I have been together and we've been apart, and despite everything- whether it's a moment when I love him or hate him, I still always love him deep down and I've never doubted that one day we would really end up together forever. He hasn't either. He'll never tell you that- especially not now that he's seventeen and he'd like you to believe that he's all testosterone and athletic talent with no room for love, but he'll tell me. He always has.
Right now we're apart- or apart as we can get. We have been for awhile now, about two years. That's not to say much has changed between us. Guy is my best friend in the entire world, whether he's decided to try out his taste for cheerleaders or not, and no matter how much attention Rick Riley decides to pay me. We're starting our junior year at Eden Hall now. I couldn't tell you what it has in store for us, but I will say this: something major is about to happen, I can feel it.