Disclaimer- I do not own Disney's The Mighty Ducks (If I did I would be sipping champagne with Ian Zierring and Jim Belushi, not writing these stories!) laughs
Anyway, I'm writing this story due to a fan's request for a Lana/Nosedive love story. (Lana was an original character) I have changed the plot and Lana's history to where she is an ex-member of the thieving group called The Brotherhood of the Blade, (Sounds familiar don't it?) Since Lana is now apart of that story, I've written this story especially for those of you who loved my Lana/Nosedive stories!
In the story it's just another day at school for Nosedive, (who in this story is only 16) that is; until a new girl named Miranda joins his class. This story isn't so much as a romance story as it is a comedy, so I hope you like it!
"Yo, Jim!" Nosedive shouted to Phil Palmfeather's nephew; who was also his best friend.
"Diveman! What's up?!" Jim shouted as he reached into his locker and retrieved his math book from his locker and shoved it into his knapsack.
Nosedive looked into Jim's locker to see Jim's monthly poster.
This month it was a poster of Hilary Duff, with tiny pink hearts in the background. Last month it had been J Lo; much to Nosedive's dismay.
"Damn! That is one nice picture!" Nosedive complimented Jim as Nosedive himself reached into his knapsack to make sure he had his social studies and assignment book.
"Thanks," Jim replied, flashing Nosedive a wide smile, exposing his metal braces.
Nosedive had to chuckle as he and Jim opened the two French doors to the school.
As soon as the two boys stepped outside heat and humidity covered them like a heavy woolen blanket.
"Hey, have you seen the new girl?" Jim asked as sat down on a stone step.
Nosedive watched as Jim proceeded to pull the latest issue of Shonen Jump from his knapsack and flip through it.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Nosedive replied, interested.
"Well, she's kind of a weirdo," Jim replied, his smile now a frown.
"What are you talking about?" Nosedive replied. "Like, chess club weird; or---"
"Well, see for yourself!" Jim interrupted.
Nosedive followed Jim's index finger as it pointing over to a small, short girl who was sitting on a patch of green grass that was under a palm tree in the school's front yard.
Wearing a neon pink tank top, layered with a black tank top, faded blue jeans, and bright red glasses that covered her eyes, the girl scribbled away on the small notebook that lay in her lap.
"Awww! She doesn't look that bad!" Nosedive insisted.
He had to admit though, she was actually pretty! He especially liked her bright red glasses and her wacky eye shadow.
She kind of looks like a Japanese popstar! Nosedive thought as he starred at the girl's black converse tennis shoes.
Nosedive turned his head just in time to see Jim grab a hold of the belt loops attached to his blue jeans. Nosedive laughed as he jerked his pants up, which were about down to his ankles (the gangster look, use your imagination for the whole outfit!)
"Need a belt, pal?" Nosedive asked, still laughing.
"Nope," Jim replied, smiling. " If I would've wanted a damn belt, I would've brought one!"
Nosedive allowed Jim to trail off as he daydreamed about the pretty author that sat on the steps.
She's so—so-- different! But, I like her! Nosedive thought as he watched the girl as she closed her notebook and set it on the step. As she bent down to tie her shoe Nosedive noticed a big hole in the knee of her pants. I wonder what class she's in! Maybe she'll be in one of my classes. . . .
"Nosedive! Did you hear me?!" Jim shouted, derailing Nosedive's train of thought.
"What?" Nosedive asked, startled.
"It's time for first period! The bell just rang!" Jim shouted in reply as he grabbed his math book and bolted for the French doors of the school.