YOU'RE STILL THE ONE
Disclaimer : I don't own the Mighty Ducks, unfortunately, but I have my dreams lol. I haven't made any money from this story so suing isn't really an option.
Summery : Set around the time of D3, looks into why Connie dumped Guy and revolves around Connie's feelings. Everything is in Connie's p.o.v
CHAPTER 01
You're still the one
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
~ Shania Twain ~ You're still the one ~
Here I lay unconscious, well sort of, in a hospital bed, tubes and pipes pushing liquids and pain relief into my body. I never thought 2 months ago, that so many tiny mistakes would lead to this. I can faintly hear the ducks outside whispering amongst themselves and I'm slightly aware of someone sat next to me, holding my hand tightly, probably my mom or maybe Guy or Julie but after the way I've treat them both over the past 2 months I wouldn't be surprised if they were outside at all, but strangely enough I know that they aren't far away, it isn't their style to turn their back on their friends, even when they have been as vicious and cruel as I have.
It all started 2 months ago, I was at the river side with Guy. It was our spot, where we always came to on dates or just to hang out. I had decided that morning, that Guy and I were over. I suppose it all came about because I was in a foul mood and every little thing was bothering me. Guy had called me to organise our meeting, and even down the phone when he was being his sweetest, I found it sickening. So there I was waiting for Guy, waiting for Guy to turn up so I could brutally dump him.
"Hey gorgeous". He crept up behind me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Ugh, Guy get off me". I pushed him away from me. I could see the hurt cross his face, but it soon disappeared. "Guy, I need to tell you something". I began.
"You know you can tell me anything". He stepped toward me again.
"Guy, I can't tell you this with you slobbering all over me". I pushed him away again. This time the hurt came and remained there. "Guy, I want to break up". I told him.
"Why? I thought you loved me"! He pleaded.
"I do, but not like that anymore. I'm tired of being Connie and Guy, I JUST want to be Connie for a while. I mean we're going to high school in a few weeks, I want to test new waters and I can't do that with attachments". I argued, but as softly as I could manage, which was probably far from the gentle approach.
"So I'm an attachment now am I? Nice to know exactly what you think about me Con". He really sounded hurt, but as horrible as it sounds, it got my back up even more.
"Oh Guy stop acting like the injured party here. You think I'm enjoying this? We swore we would always be truthful with each other and the first time I actually tell you how I feel". I stopped mid sentence.
"Yeah I do think you're enjoying this, this isn't being truthful, this is just another of your little games, where you try to push people away so they keep coming back for more. It's all about attention seeking. Well I'm so sorry that this time, I'm not playing to your rules. Yes we are definitely over, but the only difference there is to all the other times we broke up, is this time we are definitely NOT getting back together". He almost yelled in my face, before storming off.
For the remainder of the summer, which was a total of 2 weeks, I didn't leave my house. Sure the Minnesota members of the ducks tried continually to get me to come out for a game of school yard hockey, but I shut myself away from them. The first time I saw them was when we met up to skate to Eden Hall our new school, even then Guy and I never spoke a single word to each other and I could tell that the ducks were feeling a little awkward around us.
After we had made a fool out of ourselves by skating in the back entrance and making a mess of the stage, we made our way to our home rooms. Luckily I wasn't in the same room as Guy. I had been reunited with my best friend Julie. The team had been basically split into 2, I was with Julie, Adam, Russ, Fulton and Ken. We made our way to our room and of course, after not seeing any of the ducks since my break up with Guy, there were questions thrown at me as to why I had broken up with him.
"So what happened between you"? Julie asked me on the way to home room.
"I wanted to go on a break for a while, so that I could actually enter high school without being known as 'Connie and Guy', but he blew up at me saying this was just another of my games to seek attention". I explained, but not truthfully.
"That doesn't sound like Guy". Julie commented.
"What can I say, he's changed".
Little did I know at the time, but it was me that had changed, Guy had remained the faithful boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend that he had always been. After home room, I made my way to my first class, math. None of the ducks from my home room were in my class and I was hoping that at least one other duck was in the same class. Well I got my wish, unfortunately I wasn't particularly happy with the choice of duck. We both entered and sat as far apart as we possibly could, yet again Guy got the best seat. He was sat around some nice looking guys and I was sat around some girls who all looked like the couldn't have had more that half an hours sleep. One girl from this particular group seemed a little more perky than the others and immediately noticed me looking at her and her friends.
"Hey, I'm CJ". She greeted me.
"Hi, I'm Connie". I smiled toward her.
"So are you one of a thousand prepsies in this God awful existence"? She was pretty forward toward me.
"God no, I'm here on a hockey scholarship". I told her.
"Oh, so you're one of these bird people that everyone has been going on about".
"Yeah, I wouldn't put it like that, but yeah".
We chatted for another 5 minutes until the teacher arrived, even then she managed to pass me a leaflet over. I opened it up and read about an off campus party. I decided there and then, that I would go. Maybe I would make a few new friends. As we were packing our things away, CJ stepped toward me.
"So you coming"?
"Yeah, sure, I could do with letting my hair down".
That was that, She quickly told me to meet her at the main gates where I could have a ride. We parted and headed on to our next class. The day seemed to go pretty slow and although I was in another few classes with Guy, I'm glad to say there were more ducks around us. After a God awful practise, I met my mom who had brought over some stuff as I had decided that I was going to live in the dorms, which I thought at the time would give me my independence, wrong again. I was ready in no time at all and dashed out of the dorms, saying a quick goodbye to Julie, who was still sorting through her things.
At the party, I shared a couple of cans with CJ, believe me when I say it only took few to get me at the very least a little tipsy and very few more to get me wasted. I wasn't immune to drinking and as a result CJ had to walk me back to my dorm room. Of course feeling the effects of the alcohol, I was giggling loudly along with CJ. We couldn't have been no more than 5 steps into the dorms, when Mrs Taggert one of my teachers, also known as 'old fagot' caught us. Well if looks could kill I'd have been dead right there and then. She escorted us to our rooms, as well as a few stern words and something about the dean. When I got into my room, I was still giggling and of course woke the sleeping Julie, who also didn't seem too pleased, but being the friend that she is, helped me get ready for bed then tucked me in.
The following morning, I was woken up by Julie's alarm and the bright sunshine, shining directly onto me. A bright eyed Julie got herself ready and then forced my aching body up. My head was pounding and my stomach felt like it was doing flip flops. Julie didn't ask any questions, but then again, I think she already knew the answers. In the cafeteria, I sat as far away from Guy as possible and Goldberg, whose plate was piled high with waffles and pancakes. The rich aroma did nothing but make me feel even more queasy. I sat in silence, resting my heavy head in my hands and occasionally sipping on my bottle of water.
"What's wrong"? Charlie asked as he sat opposite me.
"It would seem she has a hangover". Julie sat next to me with some toast and cereal. "Here, eat this". Julie pushed the toast under my nose.
"Where the hell did you get this bad"? Fulton asked, as I nibbled on the toast.
Before I could answer him, I ran off in search for the bathroom, holding my hand tightly over my mouth. I only just made the bathroom in time to empty my stomach of whatever crap it was full of. As I knelt there catching my breath, I could hear someone puking in the next cubicle. It was only on exiting that I realised it was CJ.
"Hey, you look as bad as I feel". I chuckled a little.
"Bad hangover, huh"? She asked as we both began rinsing our mouths.
"Yeah, you"? I asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Nah, I don't get hangover's anymore".
"Then why were you throwing up then"? I asked a little confused.
"Oh that, I make myself sick. It gets rid of all the crap inside me, it also helps keep my weight down. When you go to a lot of parties like me, you put a little weight on". She told me. "Anyway, you coming to the party tonight"?
"I don't know, I have practise, then I promised to catch a movie with Jules". I told her.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, bring her along. High school supposed to be the best time of your life. You can watch movies anytime".
So that was CJ, who I thought was a great friend, it wouldn't be until later, that I would find out how much of a friend she really was.
So what did you guys think? Please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer : I don't own the Mighty Ducks, unfortunately, but I have my dreams lol. I haven't made any money from this story so suing isn't really an option.
Summery : Set around the time of D3, looks into why Connie dumped Guy and revolves around Connie's feelings. Everything is in Connie's p.o.v
CHAPTER 01
You're still the one
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
~ Shania Twain ~ You're still the one ~
Here I lay unconscious, well sort of, in a hospital bed, tubes and pipes pushing liquids and pain relief into my body. I never thought 2 months ago, that so many tiny mistakes would lead to this. I can faintly hear the ducks outside whispering amongst themselves and I'm slightly aware of someone sat next to me, holding my hand tightly, probably my mom or maybe Guy or Julie but after the way I've treat them both over the past 2 months I wouldn't be surprised if they were outside at all, but strangely enough I know that they aren't far away, it isn't their style to turn their back on their friends, even when they have been as vicious and cruel as I have.
It all started 2 months ago, I was at the river side with Guy. It was our spot, where we always came to on dates or just to hang out. I had decided that morning, that Guy and I were over. I suppose it all came about because I was in a foul mood and every little thing was bothering me. Guy had called me to organise our meeting, and even down the phone when he was being his sweetest, I found it sickening. So there I was waiting for Guy, waiting for Guy to turn up so I could brutally dump him.
"Hey gorgeous". He crept up behind me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Ugh, Guy get off me". I pushed him away from me. I could see the hurt cross his face, but it soon disappeared. "Guy, I need to tell you something". I began.
"You know you can tell me anything". He stepped toward me again.
"Guy, I can't tell you this with you slobbering all over me". I pushed him away again. This time the hurt came and remained there. "Guy, I want to break up". I told him.
"Why? I thought you loved me"! He pleaded.
"I do, but not like that anymore. I'm tired of being Connie and Guy, I JUST want to be Connie for a while. I mean we're going to high school in a few weeks, I want to test new waters and I can't do that with attachments". I argued, but as softly as I could manage, which was probably far from the gentle approach.
"So I'm an attachment now am I? Nice to know exactly what you think about me Con". He really sounded hurt, but as horrible as it sounds, it got my back up even more.
"Oh Guy stop acting like the injured party here. You think I'm enjoying this? We swore we would always be truthful with each other and the first time I actually tell you how I feel". I stopped mid sentence.
"Yeah I do think you're enjoying this, this isn't being truthful, this is just another of your little games, where you try to push people away so they keep coming back for more. It's all about attention seeking. Well I'm so sorry that this time, I'm not playing to your rules. Yes we are definitely over, but the only difference there is to all the other times we broke up, is this time we are definitely NOT getting back together". He almost yelled in my face, before storming off.
For the remainder of the summer, which was a total of 2 weeks, I didn't leave my house. Sure the Minnesota members of the ducks tried continually to get me to come out for a game of school yard hockey, but I shut myself away from them. The first time I saw them was when we met up to skate to Eden Hall our new school, even then Guy and I never spoke a single word to each other and I could tell that the ducks were feeling a little awkward around us.
After we had made a fool out of ourselves by skating in the back entrance and making a mess of the stage, we made our way to our home rooms. Luckily I wasn't in the same room as Guy. I had been reunited with my best friend Julie. The team had been basically split into 2, I was with Julie, Adam, Russ, Fulton and Ken. We made our way to our room and of course, after not seeing any of the ducks since my break up with Guy, there were questions thrown at me as to why I had broken up with him.
"So what happened between you"? Julie asked me on the way to home room.
"I wanted to go on a break for a while, so that I could actually enter high school without being known as 'Connie and Guy', but he blew up at me saying this was just another of my games to seek attention". I explained, but not truthfully.
"That doesn't sound like Guy". Julie commented.
"What can I say, he's changed".
Little did I know at the time, but it was me that had changed, Guy had remained the faithful boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend that he had always been. After home room, I made my way to my first class, math. None of the ducks from my home room were in my class and I was hoping that at least one other duck was in the same class. Well I got my wish, unfortunately I wasn't particularly happy with the choice of duck. We both entered and sat as far apart as we possibly could, yet again Guy got the best seat. He was sat around some nice looking guys and I was sat around some girls who all looked like the couldn't have had more that half an hours sleep. One girl from this particular group seemed a little more perky than the others and immediately noticed me looking at her and her friends.
"Hey, I'm CJ". She greeted me.
"Hi, I'm Connie". I smiled toward her.
"So are you one of a thousand prepsies in this God awful existence"? She was pretty forward toward me.
"God no, I'm here on a hockey scholarship". I told her.
"Oh, so you're one of these bird people that everyone has been going on about".
"Yeah, I wouldn't put it like that, but yeah".
We chatted for another 5 minutes until the teacher arrived, even then she managed to pass me a leaflet over. I opened it up and read about an off campus party. I decided there and then, that I would go. Maybe I would make a few new friends. As we were packing our things away, CJ stepped toward me.
"So you coming"?
"Yeah, sure, I could do with letting my hair down".
That was that, She quickly told me to meet her at the main gates where I could have a ride. We parted and headed on to our next class. The day seemed to go pretty slow and although I was in another few classes with Guy, I'm glad to say there were more ducks around us. After a God awful practise, I met my mom who had brought over some stuff as I had decided that I was going to live in the dorms, which I thought at the time would give me my independence, wrong again. I was ready in no time at all and dashed out of the dorms, saying a quick goodbye to Julie, who was still sorting through her things.
At the party, I shared a couple of cans with CJ, believe me when I say it only took few to get me at the very least a little tipsy and very few more to get me wasted. I wasn't immune to drinking and as a result CJ had to walk me back to my dorm room. Of course feeling the effects of the alcohol, I was giggling loudly along with CJ. We couldn't have been no more than 5 steps into the dorms, when Mrs Taggert one of my teachers, also known as 'old fagot' caught us. Well if looks could kill I'd have been dead right there and then. She escorted us to our rooms, as well as a few stern words and something about the dean. When I got into my room, I was still giggling and of course woke the sleeping Julie, who also didn't seem too pleased, but being the friend that she is, helped me get ready for bed then tucked me in.
The following morning, I was woken up by Julie's alarm and the bright sunshine, shining directly onto me. A bright eyed Julie got herself ready and then forced my aching body up. My head was pounding and my stomach felt like it was doing flip flops. Julie didn't ask any questions, but then again, I think she already knew the answers. In the cafeteria, I sat as far away from Guy as possible and Goldberg, whose plate was piled high with waffles and pancakes. The rich aroma did nothing but make me feel even more queasy. I sat in silence, resting my heavy head in my hands and occasionally sipping on my bottle of water.
"What's wrong"? Charlie asked as he sat opposite me.
"It would seem she has a hangover". Julie sat next to me with some toast and cereal. "Here, eat this". Julie pushed the toast under my nose.
"Where the hell did you get this bad"? Fulton asked, as I nibbled on the toast.
Before I could answer him, I ran off in search for the bathroom, holding my hand tightly over my mouth. I only just made the bathroom in time to empty my stomach of whatever crap it was full of. As I knelt there catching my breath, I could hear someone puking in the next cubicle. It was only on exiting that I realised it was CJ.
"Hey, you look as bad as I feel". I chuckled a little.
"Bad hangover, huh"? She asked as we both began rinsing our mouths.
"Yeah, you"? I asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Nah, I don't get hangover's anymore".
"Then why were you throwing up then"? I asked a little confused.
"Oh that, I make myself sick. It gets rid of all the crap inside me, it also helps keep my weight down. When you go to a lot of parties like me, you put a little weight on". She told me. "Anyway, you coming to the party tonight"?
"I don't know, I have practise, then I promised to catch a movie with Jules". I told her.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, bring her along. High school supposed to be the best time of your life. You can watch movies anytime".
So that was CJ, who I thought was a great friend, it wouldn't be until later, that I would find out how much of a friend she really was.
So what did you guys think? Please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!