Title: Don't Forget Us
Author: Pure-Pen (a.k.a. KatieGurl!)
Dedication: My adoring fans perhaps? Just Kidding! I doubt I have fans, but I do have some kick ass reviewers. Go you!
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. I don't own the Ducks (now matter how hard I wish) and I have no artistic claim over Adam (much to my sadness) or any other Duck. They belong to Steven Brill and Disney. I do have claims over Josie and other original characters, but I doubt they are worth anything. I'm just a regular teen, using the Ducks as an outlet for my stress.
Notes: Hmm . . . You might have to read my other story (Don't Speak) to understand this one, seeing it is the sequel. But its 50 chapters you say? Yes I do realize this (seeing I wrote it). And yes, I do realize that it's like a small novel. So I'll tell you what, you don't understand something, ask me in your review and I'll answer it in my author's notes at the end at every chapter. There are no stupid questions. But, if you want to read the prequel (which would be cool!), go right ahead because, well just because! Oh and this entire story is going to be in Adam point of view, unless otherwise stated ok? On with the story!!
~Prologue~
Christmas.
Ok, you think Christmas and you think, happy, presents, family, friends, turkey, mistle toe etc. etc. etc.
And don't get me wrong, I think the same things. I can see my mother pulling an absolute gigantic turkey out of the oven, even though we all know that we would never ever need a turkey that big. And of course, my father will be standing in the doorway shaking his head, muttering quiet curses. No matter how much we eat Christmas Day, we'll all be eating turkey for two weeks, and we will swear off that dreaded bird for life. And yet, a year later we're in the exact same position, saying the exact same words.
I can see my brother being his quietest he can be in his drunken state stumbling in on Christmas Day at eleven at night and trying his hardest to be inconspicuous, exactly the way he had been since he was seventeen. And I know the exact lie I'll use the next morning; too much turkey. And I know exactly what my parents will do; they'll pity him and stay as far away from his room as possible.
Unfortunately, my parents have this funny rule about Christmas. I'm not aloud to leave the house until Boxing Day. My father's words are: "It's a family holiday. Even your little friends have family . . . don't they?" That means I'm separated from the Ducks until the 26th until I'm able to escape the clutches of my obsessive father, alcoholic brother and mother who is nuttier than a can of cashews.
"Adam!"
I groan inwardly at the sound of my mother's voice at the bottom of the stairs. I no sooner barricade myself into my bedroom and my parents need me. What now? I think back. I haven't done anything to piss off my father and I'm sure that none of the Ducks or Josie called.
Curious, I drop 'A Christmas Carol', a book I've read way too many times and open my door and look over the banister at my mother who is standing in the middle of the foyer. "Yes?" I ask in my politest voice, mimicking a character from a 50's sitcom.
My mother smiles up at me holding up a computer disk. "I was going to send out your coat for dry cleaning before the McGill's Christmas party and I found this in your pocket." I quietly groaned. I so did not want to go to that party. My mother obliviously twisted a piece of naturally golden hair behind her ear and continued. "Is it any good?"
I raced down the stairs finally realizing what it was, skidding to a quick stop in front of her, snatching the disk out of her hand. "Thanks mom. I was looking for that." I lied. In truth, I had forgotten about that little black disk since I left Eden Hall. That little disk that Will gave me that one day. He was such a jerk.
My mother smiled, proud that she was a help. "Good." She patted my shoulder. "Did Josie give that to you?"
I swallowed. I never really liked lying to my mother, because my mother was fairly oblivious to my life. She vaguely knew that I played hockey because of the trophies through the house, although, probably wasn't all that sure of my position, but she wasn't really a hockey person in the first place. She knew I had a girlfriend, mainly because my father didn't like it and he probably told her so while they were reading before going to sleep, that and the fact that she thought it was adorable that her baby had a girlfriend. Gag me . . . "Yeah . . . Josie gave me it before I came home."
My mother nodded. "I think its adorable; you and Josie."
I nodded and walked back up to my room at a slower pace. Just because some jerk, William Hayworth, whose name even sounds stuck up, gave the disk to me, doesn't mean that I wasn't the littlest bit curious about what was on it. He said that I needed it more than he did. So what was on it?
I walked into my room and closed the door quietly and walked over to my desk, opening my lap top and bit my lip. It could be a virus. He was probably trying to prank me by giving me a disk, saying it was about my girlfriend, knowing that I was going to be curious to find out about her before she came to Minnesota and just put some virus on it that would crash my computer. "Like I'm going to fall for that." I scoffed and aimed to toss the black disk into the trash can that was across the room.
I was about to take my shot when I suddenly considered otherwise. Maybe it did have something valuable on it. Maybe it was just her family tree, like just a project she did in the forth grade or some stupid quiz about her dream guy that she took a few months ago. I frowned and sat it on my desk. I could always just pop it into my computer and do a little virus scan before I opened the contents, right? That way I could know for sure.
Damn me and my curious nature. I slid the disk into the drive and pulled open the contents on my computer. I blinked. No virus. Ok, so there was no virus. That gave me the right away to open the disk and read the contents about my girlfriend. I brought the cursor over the first document and bit my lip.
The picture that I had framed of me and Josie that sat on my desk caught my eye. Dammit. What if I opened this and found out something that I didn't want to know. I wouldn't be able to look at her the same way. What if it was something really personal, like she had an extra toe or something and she didn't want me to know. She would flip if she found out. For course I would get rid of the disk, but what if I let it slip.
Ok, I'm over exaggerating. I've seen Josie's feet. She had no extra toes. She's a completely normal teenager. No weird body quirks except for maybe a double jointed thumb, but that barely constitutes for complete utmost secrecy.
I scoffed and double clicked the icon making the document pop up.
"Hey Adam!"
I jumped, slamming the screen down and spinning around in my desk chair, trying to seem completely innocent as I looked at my brother, Jay. The supposedly 'perfect' son, the one I was supposed to be like. "Yeah?"
He frowned. "What are you doing Baby? Downloading porn or something?" He snickered.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm finishing an essay."
My brother blinked. "Your classes don't start until January. How could you have homework?" My brother asked suspiciously.
"Essay contest." I spat out quickly.
My brother rolled his eyes. "Brown-noser." He mocked. Yeah, Jay was a jerk, and an asshole; always has been and always will be, but he's blood.
"What do you want Jacob?" I replied, intentionally using his full first name.
"What did I tell you about using that name?" he growled angrily.
I scoffed. Both of my parents were home and the door was open. I could say almost anything to Jay and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it without my hard ass father trudging up the stairs. Just because my Columbia freshman, soccer and tennis playing, alcoholic brother was the favorite in my father's eyes, didn't mean he could beat me up without getting a long drawn out lecture, which bother he and I liked to avoid at any cost. "What do you want?" I asked again, getting rather frustrated. I really wanted to find out what that document said.
Jay rolled his eyes quickly. He was going to ask a favor even though he hated the fact that he needed me, his little 'annoying' brother. He and I used to be inseparable while I was a Hawk. Then the Ducks came along and we stopped and he added the annoying part, not that I minded. I finally realized that he was a jerk and I was a jerk and all my friends were jerks. We were like a big example of extreme jerkiness! "Make sure you pick up the phone if anyone calls. If it's Mickey tell him to call my cell. If its, Amy tell her I'm in Canada or something."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my computer. "What kind of name is Mickey?" I scoffed.
My brother sneered. "I don't know, what kind of name is the fucking Ducks?"
I spun around in my chair. "Shut up Jay."
He shrugged. "Quack, quack." He mocked as he closed the door.
I grumbled as I spun around in my chair back to my computer. Ah . . . yes. I lifted the screen so I could see and began to read aloud.
"February 14th, Valentine's Day is supposed to me the most romantic day of the year, am I right? Well, it turns out that Peter decided that today he was going to dump the worst news on me that he could. He's quitting skating A.S.A.P. I can't believe him. I mean, it's always been him and me. Now, he's going to just go after everything? I mean we're so close to Regionals that I can taste it. We're ready and now he wants to quit? I made him promise to do our last competition in Eau Claire that's on the 20th. God, why now?"
My stomach sank. It was her diary. I was reading my girlfriend's diary. I felt like pond scum. I felt lower than pond scum. I wasn't just reading her diary, but I was reading her diary that was during the hardest time of her life so far.
But I couldn't help but be the littlest bit intrigued. I already knew all of this. I just didn't know the specific details and Josie was always saying that I had no way of knowing what she felt or how she feels so this was a win-win situation. I would just be sure to get rid of the disk afterwards. Besides I wouldn't read the really personal stuff, just the important stuff about Peter.
I skipped ahead. She said that the competition was on the 20th, so that was the day he died so I should got to the 21st. I scrolled down finally coming across it, chewing on my bottom lip nervously.
"February 21st. He's gone."
I blink. That's it? Out of everything she could have said that's what she wrote? He's gone? I quickly move onto the next day, but realize that there is nothing. I frown. I close out the document and move onto the second. I read the first date. April 7th. She didn't write for over a month. I take a breath and read what she had written.
"I miss him so much. It isn't fair that he is gone. He didn't do anything. He had too much going for him. He was too smart. He didn't even want to go to that stupid competition. My therapist says that God had a bigger plan for Peter than we on Earth ever could. I guess my parents informed him that I've been going to church since before I could walk and have been fed that crap before I could even understand the concept of death. Out of all the people I know Peter didn't deserve to be snatched away from us like that and it is my fault that he was. My therapist is trying to convince me otherwise but I know it isn't true. My dad is moving us too, saying that there are better job opportunities in Northern Minnesota, but I know that's bull. Daddy dearest is just trying to escape all the side glances at work. He was also telling me they have good private schools there too. He's saying that because he wants them to keep an eye on me after the incident."
I blinked and rescanned the paragraph. Incident? What incident? Did she mean the car accident? I frowned and continued reading.
"Turns out I have to turn over all of my journal entries too. My therapist, or should I say 'Mitch', which he wants me to call him so we can get 'close' and my parents agree. They want to know when I'm sad and when I'm angry and all that bullshit. I swear if I find any of this crap in some book that 'Mitch' writes in his future, I'm suing his ass."
I smirked. That sounded so her, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I still had no clue what the 'Incident' was. It was important.
I skipped over a couple paragraphs. Most saying how much of a jerk her father was, one about how his 'Mitch' guy was a complete and utter moron. Finally coming to something interesting.
"I didn't even mean to, is the ironic thing. I've seen the reaction to a completely sudden death like Peter's so why would I try to commit suicide? It was an accident. Completely. I've tried time and time again to explain to everyone that I didn't mean to hurt myself, I swear. I just couldn't sleep while thinking about him. It wasn't even intentional. Now, my father looks at me like I'm a loon and my mother, oh God, my mother. She's completely hysterical. I mean all the time and it doesn't help with Mitch on my back asking me how I 'feel' about Peter's death and how I feel about the 'cuts', or the incident as my parents have labeled it. I call it an accident, but they wouldn't listen to me right? Of course not. I just can't wait until going to my new school, where no one knows me. Like God, yeah that's going to help. Sure, it sucks having people looking at me funny, but I don't want to have to explain this to everyone. I don't want anyone to know about it, not anyone."
I stopped. Ok, she didn't want anyone to know so what was I doing reading something that was so personal to her?
The phone ringing throughout the house popped me out of my thoughts as I rushed toward it, making sure my father didn't get to it before I did.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
"Hey Adam!"
I sighed in relief as I realized it was Charlie. "Hey Captain." I breathed and looked toward the door, hoping like hell my father didn't come through the door.
"What are you doing right now Cake-eater? A bunch of the guys are going down to the pond and you and I both know you want to get out of that house. I bet your reading." He laughed. If only he knew.
I bit my lip. "I would but my dad. He's weird about Christmas. I doubt I could get out." I mumbled as I heard footsteps up the stairs. "Could you hold?"
"Yeah, yeah." He replied. I clicked the hold and put the phone on my desk and turned back to my computer, trying to act natural.
My door opened quietly, the hinges squeaking the littlest bit. "Son?"
I spun around my chair and smiled at my father. He didn't look mad, just suspicious. "Yeah Dad?"
He blinked his icy blue eyes. "Who was that on the phone?"
I blinked and looked back at the phone. "Phone?" I asked pretending to be oblivious. If he knew it was Charlie he would flip. "Oh . . . telemarketer. Asking if you needed your carpets cleaned. I told them we only had hardwood."
My father smiled. "Oh ok." He closed the door behind him as I let out a quick sigh of relief as I reached for the cordless phone and brought Charlie off hold.
"Charlie?"
"Your father?" He asked knowing. It was weird how he could just guess. It wasn't like this was the first time either. Before my new phone I had to hide it when my father came in. Hockey bag, under a pillow, in my closet, under a pile of clothes. I finally got tired of hiding it and invested in a phone that had hold.
"You know it." I mumbled.
I heard a groan on the other end. "I'm guessing that means you can't come."
"Wow you're psychic." I replied unenthusiastically.
"He can't come with, guys!" I heard Charlie yell as he covered the speaker. "Have you heard from Josie yet?"
I groaned again. "No, she's in Vermont. Stupid parents." I grumbled eying my computer.
"Man that sucks."
I sighed and turned my back to my computer. I couldn't look at it anymore. It made me feel sick. I shouldn't know that stuff.
I heard Charlie cover the speaker again with his hand, his voice sounding mumbled but I could make out what he was saying. "Yeah, I get it Jesse." He sighed. "Jesse's bitching at me saying that the pond is melting while I'm talking with you. I'll talk to you later Cake-eater."
I smirked. "Later Charlie."
A dial tone met my ears and I hung up quickly, looking back at my computer. I guess I hadn't lost all my jerkiness like I thought. . .
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A/N: Wow! It's been a while hasn't it? I'm sorry you guys! I told you the story was going to be up in a couple days and it well . . . has been more than a couple days! My good computer with my stories crapped out on me and I had to re-write the first chapter. Actually I had a completely different first chapter in mind but I like this better so . . . this is what you get! So now you know what was on the disk! Ok, not so surprising. But anyways. I'll do some shout outs from the prequel to this story. I do this at the end of every chapter for all the reviewers because you kick ass!! I mean you spend time reviewing; you should at least get a response right? That's at least what I think.
Shout outs!!
Erica- *twists and sequels* Hey you!! Oh!! I'm so happy for you and your new boyfriend! It's totally ok! You have a life!! You're totally entitled to that! Just drop by every once in a while and I'll be happy! I'm on spring break too!! The sad thing is that it snowed here. That kind of defeats the purpose of spring break doesn't it? *sigh* oh well. I'm so glad you enjoyed my last chapters of Don't Speak! It was a totally fun story to write and I'm hoping this one will be just like it! I'm just a teen blowing off steam so . . . we'll see! Sorry about the wait!! Good talking to you again!
Rach- Hey!! Good you picked up Averman right?? *laughs* He was excited to meet you, especially you were writing a story about him. (That was you right? *sigh* everyone is telling me their writing a story and I don't remember who said what!) You do have American charm! Did you pick up on my Canadian hospitality? *giggles* I am Canadian! I am proud to be living in my country! Unfortunately I've never been to Washington State. Sorry. I wish I did though! In the future I'll be sure to do some major traveling though! It was about time Jay did something halfway decent for Adam don't you think? And yes she's staying! I can't wait to hear from you!!
Shelbers- It's ok! I'm happy to have Charlie back!! We missed our Captain didn't we guys? *All Ducks nod* Have fun on your vacation! I'm glad you'll be following this one too!! I can't wait to hear from you!!
Tara- Oh . . . such a short review. S'ok. No biggie. I'm glad you enjoyed my story and I'm sorry you couldn't find my sequel up right away, but well if you read my author's note you'd understand! I hope to be hearing from you again!! Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- *squeals with you* She did! She did!! It was like one of those romance stories we're suckers for!! I know I am!! You almost cried? Whoa. . . I wasn't expecting that! Blah!! I'm typing too quickly! I keep making mistakes!! Ok, I doubt you'll read my story over and over. It's too long!! Whoa that is a sign! Creepy! Yeah next to Portman, Banksie would probably look like a wuss; however I highly doubt he is. Yeah total randomness but that's ok! WHOA!! Did you know that randomness was a word? I didn't!! Ok, now I can use it in my classes and bug the teachers!! *shakes head* Anyways. Later!! Enjoy my sequel!
Beaner! - Hey I missed you since the last time I talked to you which was . . . last night? *giggles* Hey Guy!! Went to your Grammy's? *stops and realizes another Twilight Zone thing* You call your grandmother Grammy? I call mine Granny. For serious. *cries* Katie I'm scared! Talent? No. I think I have anger problems that come out in unusual stories. Katie, I would have thought, after talking to me, you wouldn't be surprised over anything that I put in. *shakes head* Ok we won't get into the subject of your hick neighbors that you want to use as punching bags. As long as you don't use Guy as one. He's too cute . . . hot . . . smoking . . . *slowly drools* *Adam and Fulton frown and author continues* What was I saying? My story could have been better, so hopefully my sequel will make up for it. Are you happy I finally explained what was on the disk? Are you going to be singing in all your reviews? Can I have Guy!!! *stops and realizes he was gift* Oh. . . I forgot. *sigh* I miss Guy. There, my sequel is finally started!! Aren't you proud of me? I am! Ok, that's it!! Later!!
OreoLine00- They sort of lived happily ever after. Just wait. I'm glad you liked the ending! I was like; I don't want it just to end right at the car, because how cliché is that? Like every teen movie ends RIGHT there. I'm on your top five? Holy crap. Like thanks!! Thanks for sticking through my tedious story and hopefully you'll be able to stick through my sequel! You kick ass!! Later!
Ok, that's my shout outs!! Hopefully you'll review! That would be cool. Criticism is welcomed (I need it to improve!). Remember this is just the prologue and just the beginning, so it can only get better from here! So review! Keep reading!! And I'll talk to you later!!
~Toodles!
KatieGurl!
Author: Pure-Pen (a.k.a. KatieGurl!)
Dedication: My adoring fans perhaps? Just Kidding! I doubt I have fans, but I do have some kick ass reviewers. Go you!
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. I don't own the Ducks (now matter how hard I wish) and I have no artistic claim over Adam (much to my sadness) or any other Duck. They belong to Steven Brill and Disney. I do have claims over Josie and other original characters, but I doubt they are worth anything. I'm just a regular teen, using the Ducks as an outlet for my stress.
Notes: Hmm . . . You might have to read my other story (Don't Speak) to understand this one, seeing it is the sequel. But its 50 chapters you say? Yes I do realize this (seeing I wrote it). And yes, I do realize that it's like a small novel. So I'll tell you what, you don't understand something, ask me in your review and I'll answer it in my author's notes at the end at every chapter. There are no stupid questions. But, if you want to read the prequel (which would be cool!), go right ahead because, well just because! Oh and this entire story is going to be in Adam point of view, unless otherwise stated ok? On with the story!!
~Prologue~
Christmas.
Ok, you think Christmas and you think, happy, presents, family, friends, turkey, mistle toe etc. etc. etc.
And don't get me wrong, I think the same things. I can see my mother pulling an absolute gigantic turkey out of the oven, even though we all know that we would never ever need a turkey that big. And of course, my father will be standing in the doorway shaking his head, muttering quiet curses. No matter how much we eat Christmas Day, we'll all be eating turkey for two weeks, and we will swear off that dreaded bird for life. And yet, a year later we're in the exact same position, saying the exact same words.
I can see my brother being his quietest he can be in his drunken state stumbling in on Christmas Day at eleven at night and trying his hardest to be inconspicuous, exactly the way he had been since he was seventeen. And I know the exact lie I'll use the next morning; too much turkey. And I know exactly what my parents will do; they'll pity him and stay as far away from his room as possible.
Unfortunately, my parents have this funny rule about Christmas. I'm not aloud to leave the house until Boxing Day. My father's words are: "It's a family holiday. Even your little friends have family . . . don't they?" That means I'm separated from the Ducks until the 26th until I'm able to escape the clutches of my obsessive father, alcoholic brother and mother who is nuttier than a can of cashews.
"Adam!"
I groan inwardly at the sound of my mother's voice at the bottom of the stairs. I no sooner barricade myself into my bedroom and my parents need me. What now? I think back. I haven't done anything to piss off my father and I'm sure that none of the Ducks or Josie called.
Curious, I drop 'A Christmas Carol', a book I've read way too many times and open my door and look over the banister at my mother who is standing in the middle of the foyer. "Yes?" I ask in my politest voice, mimicking a character from a 50's sitcom.
My mother smiles up at me holding up a computer disk. "I was going to send out your coat for dry cleaning before the McGill's Christmas party and I found this in your pocket." I quietly groaned. I so did not want to go to that party. My mother obliviously twisted a piece of naturally golden hair behind her ear and continued. "Is it any good?"
I raced down the stairs finally realizing what it was, skidding to a quick stop in front of her, snatching the disk out of her hand. "Thanks mom. I was looking for that." I lied. In truth, I had forgotten about that little black disk since I left Eden Hall. That little disk that Will gave me that one day. He was such a jerk.
My mother smiled, proud that she was a help. "Good." She patted my shoulder. "Did Josie give that to you?"
I swallowed. I never really liked lying to my mother, because my mother was fairly oblivious to my life. She vaguely knew that I played hockey because of the trophies through the house, although, probably wasn't all that sure of my position, but she wasn't really a hockey person in the first place. She knew I had a girlfriend, mainly because my father didn't like it and he probably told her so while they were reading before going to sleep, that and the fact that she thought it was adorable that her baby had a girlfriend. Gag me . . . "Yeah . . . Josie gave me it before I came home."
My mother nodded. "I think its adorable; you and Josie."
I nodded and walked back up to my room at a slower pace. Just because some jerk, William Hayworth, whose name even sounds stuck up, gave the disk to me, doesn't mean that I wasn't the littlest bit curious about what was on it. He said that I needed it more than he did. So what was on it?
I walked into my room and closed the door quietly and walked over to my desk, opening my lap top and bit my lip. It could be a virus. He was probably trying to prank me by giving me a disk, saying it was about my girlfriend, knowing that I was going to be curious to find out about her before she came to Minnesota and just put some virus on it that would crash my computer. "Like I'm going to fall for that." I scoffed and aimed to toss the black disk into the trash can that was across the room.
I was about to take my shot when I suddenly considered otherwise. Maybe it did have something valuable on it. Maybe it was just her family tree, like just a project she did in the forth grade or some stupid quiz about her dream guy that she took a few months ago. I frowned and sat it on my desk. I could always just pop it into my computer and do a little virus scan before I opened the contents, right? That way I could know for sure.
Damn me and my curious nature. I slid the disk into the drive and pulled open the contents on my computer. I blinked. No virus. Ok, so there was no virus. That gave me the right away to open the disk and read the contents about my girlfriend. I brought the cursor over the first document and bit my lip.
The picture that I had framed of me and Josie that sat on my desk caught my eye. Dammit. What if I opened this and found out something that I didn't want to know. I wouldn't be able to look at her the same way. What if it was something really personal, like she had an extra toe or something and she didn't want me to know. She would flip if she found out. For course I would get rid of the disk, but what if I let it slip.
Ok, I'm over exaggerating. I've seen Josie's feet. She had no extra toes. She's a completely normal teenager. No weird body quirks except for maybe a double jointed thumb, but that barely constitutes for complete utmost secrecy.
I scoffed and double clicked the icon making the document pop up.
"Hey Adam!"
I jumped, slamming the screen down and spinning around in my desk chair, trying to seem completely innocent as I looked at my brother, Jay. The supposedly 'perfect' son, the one I was supposed to be like. "Yeah?"
He frowned. "What are you doing Baby? Downloading porn or something?" He snickered.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm finishing an essay."
My brother blinked. "Your classes don't start until January. How could you have homework?" My brother asked suspiciously.
"Essay contest." I spat out quickly.
My brother rolled his eyes. "Brown-noser." He mocked. Yeah, Jay was a jerk, and an asshole; always has been and always will be, but he's blood.
"What do you want Jacob?" I replied, intentionally using his full first name.
"What did I tell you about using that name?" he growled angrily.
I scoffed. Both of my parents were home and the door was open. I could say almost anything to Jay and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it without my hard ass father trudging up the stairs. Just because my Columbia freshman, soccer and tennis playing, alcoholic brother was the favorite in my father's eyes, didn't mean he could beat me up without getting a long drawn out lecture, which bother he and I liked to avoid at any cost. "What do you want?" I asked again, getting rather frustrated. I really wanted to find out what that document said.
Jay rolled his eyes quickly. He was going to ask a favor even though he hated the fact that he needed me, his little 'annoying' brother. He and I used to be inseparable while I was a Hawk. Then the Ducks came along and we stopped and he added the annoying part, not that I minded. I finally realized that he was a jerk and I was a jerk and all my friends were jerks. We were like a big example of extreme jerkiness! "Make sure you pick up the phone if anyone calls. If it's Mickey tell him to call my cell. If its, Amy tell her I'm in Canada or something."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my computer. "What kind of name is Mickey?" I scoffed.
My brother sneered. "I don't know, what kind of name is the fucking Ducks?"
I spun around in my chair. "Shut up Jay."
He shrugged. "Quack, quack." He mocked as he closed the door.
I grumbled as I spun around in my chair back to my computer. Ah . . . yes. I lifted the screen so I could see and began to read aloud.
"February 14th, Valentine's Day is supposed to me the most romantic day of the year, am I right? Well, it turns out that Peter decided that today he was going to dump the worst news on me that he could. He's quitting skating A.S.A.P. I can't believe him. I mean, it's always been him and me. Now, he's going to just go after everything? I mean we're so close to Regionals that I can taste it. We're ready and now he wants to quit? I made him promise to do our last competition in Eau Claire that's on the 20th. God, why now?"
My stomach sank. It was her diary. I was reading my girlfriend's diary. I felt like pond scum. I felt lower than pond scum. I wasn't just reading her diary, but I was reading her diary that was during the hardest time of her life so far.
But I couldn't help but be the littlest bit intrigued. I already knew all of this. I just didn't know the specific details and Josie was always saying that I had no way of knowing what she felt or how she feels so this was a win-win situation. I would just be sure to get rid of the disk afterwards. Besides I wouldn't read the really personal stuff, just the important stuff about Peter.
I skipped ahead. She said that the competition was on the 20th, so that was the day he died so I should got to the 21st. I scrolled down finally coming across it, chewing on my bottom lip nervously.
"February 21st. He's gone."
I blink. That's it? Out of everything she could have said that's what she wrote? He's gone? I quickly move onto the next day, but realize that there is nothing. I frown. I close out the document and move onto the second. I read the first date. April 7th. She didn't write for over a month. I take a breath and read what she had written.
"I miss him so much. It isn't fair that he is gone. He didn't do anything. He had too much going for him. He was too smart. He didn't even want to go to that stupid competition. My therapist says that God had a bigger plan for Peter than we on Earth ever could. I guess my parents informed him that I've been going to church since before I could walk and have been fed that crap before I could even understand the concept of death. Out of all the people I know Peter didn't deserve to be snatched away from us like that and it is my fault that he was. My therapist is trying to convince me otherwise but I know it isn't true. My dad is moving us too, saying that there are better job opportunities in Northern Minnesota, but I know that's bull. Daddy dearest is just trying to escape all the side glances at work. He was also telling me they have good private schools there too. He's saying that because he wants them to keep an eye on me after the incident."
I blinked and rescanned the paragraph. Incident? What incident? Did she mean the car accident? I frowned and continued reading.
"Turns out I have to turn over all of my journal entries too. My therapist, or should I say 'Mitch', which he wants me to call him so we can get 'close' and my parents agree. They want to know when I'm sad and when I'm angry and all that bullshit. I swear if I find any of this crap in some book that 'Mitch' writes in his future, I'm suing his ass."
I smirked. That sounded so her, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I still had no clue what the 'Incident' was. It was important.
I skipped over a couple paragraphs. Most saying how much of a jerk her father was, one about how his 'Mitch' guy was a complete and utter moron. Finally coming to something interesting.
"I didn't even mean to, is the ironic thing. I've seen the reaction to a completely sudden death like Peter's so why would I try to commit suicide? It was an accident. Completely. I've tried time and time again to explain to everyone that I didn't mean to hurt myself, I swear. I just couldn't sleep while thinking about him. It wasn't even intentional. Now, my father looks at me like I'm a loon and my mother, oh God, my mother. She's completely hysterical. I mean all the time and it doesn't help with Mitch on my back asking me how I 'feel' about Peter's death and how I feel about the 'cuts', or the incident as my parents have labeled it. I call it an accident, but they wouldn't listen to me right? Of course not. I just can't wait until going to my new school, where no one knows me. Like God, yeah that's going to help. Sure, it sucks having people looking at me funny, but I don't want to have to explain this to everyone. I don't want anyone to know about it, not anyone."
I stopped. Ok, she didn't want anyone to know so what was I doing reading something that was so personal to her?
The phone ringing throughout the house popped me out of my thoughts as I rushed toward it, making sure my father didn't get to it before I did.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
"Hey Adam!"
I sighed in relief as I realized it was Charlie. "Hey Captain." I breathed and looked toward the door, hoping like hell my father didn't come through the door.
"What are you doing right now Cake-eater? A bunch of the guys are going down to the pond and you and I both know you want to get out of that house. I bet your reading." He laughed. If only he knew.
I bit my lip. "I would but my dad. He's weird about Christmas. I doubt I could get out." I mumbled as I heard footsteps up the stairs. "Could you hold?"
"Yeah, yeah." He replied. I clicked the hold and put the phone on my desk and turned back to my computer, trying to act natural.
My door opened quietly, the hinges squeaking the littlest bit. "Son?"
I spun around my chair and smiled at my father. He didn't look mad, just suspicious. "Yeah Dad?"
He blinked his icy blue eyes. "Who was that on the phone?"
I blinked and looked back at the phone. "Phone?" I asked pretending to be oblivious. If he knew it was Charlie he would flip. "Oh . . . telemarketer. Asking if you needed your carpets cleaned. I told them we only had hardwood."
My father smiled. "Oh ok." He closed the door behind him as I let out a quick sigh of relief as I reached for the cordless phone and brought Charlie off hold.
"Charlie?"
"Your father?" He asked knowing. It was weird how he could just guess. It wasn't like this was the first time either. Before my new phone I had to hide it when my father came in. Hockey bag, under a pillow, in my closet, under a pile of clothes. I finally got tired of hiding it and invested in a phone that had hold.
"You know it." I mumbled.
I heard a groan on the other end. "I'm guessing that means you can't come."
"Wow you're psychic." I replied unenthusiastically.
"He can't come with, guys!" I heard Charlie yell as he covered the speaker. "Have you heard from Josie yet?"
I groaned again. "No, she's in Vermont. Stupid parents." I grumbled eying my computer.
"Man that sucks."
I sighed and turned my back to my computer. I couldn't look at it anymore. It made me feel sick. I shouldn't know that stuff.
I heard Charlie cover the speaker again with his hand, his voice sounding mumbled but I could make out what he was saying. "Yeah, I get it Jesse." He sighed. "Jesse's bitching at me saying that the pond is melting while I'm talking with you. I'll talk to you later Cake-eater."
I smirked. "Later Charlie."
A dial tone met my ears and I hung up quickly, looking back at my computer. I guess I hadn't lost all my jerkiness like I thought. . .
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A/N: Wow! It's been a while hasn't it? I'm sorry you guys! I told you the story was going to be up in a couple days and it well . . . has been more than a couple days! My good computer with my stories crapped out on me and I had to re-write the first chapter. Actually I had a completely different first chapter in mind but I like this better so . . . this is what you get! So now you know what was on the disk! Ok, not so surprising. But anyways. I'll do some shout outs from the prequel to this story. I do this at the end of every chapter for all the reviewers because you kick ass!! I mean you spend time reviewing; you should at least get a response right? That's at least what I think.
Shout outs!!
Erica- *twists and sequels* Hey you!! Oh!! I'm so happy for you and your new boyfriend! It's totally ok! You have a life!! You're totally entitled to that! Just drop by every once in a while and I'll be happy! I'm on spring break too!! The sad thing is that it snowed here. That kind of defeats the purpose of spring break doesn't it? *sigh* oh well. I'm so glad you enjoyed my last chapters of Don't Speak! It was a totally fun story to write and I'm hoping this one will be just like it! I'm just a teen blowing off steam so . . . we'll see! Sorry about the wait!! Good talking to you again!
Rach- Hey!! Good you picked up Averman right?? *laughs* He was excited to meet you, especially you were writing a story about him. (That was you right? *sigh* everyone is telling me their writing a story and I don't remember who said what!) You do have American charm! Did you pick up on my Canadian hospitality? *giggles* I am Canadian! I am proud to be living in my country! Unfortunately I've never been to Washington State. Sorry. I wish I did though! In the future I'll be sure to do some major traveling though! It was about time Jay did something halfway decent for Adam don't you think? And yes she's staying! I can't wait to hear from you!!
Shelbers- It's ok! I'm happy to have Charlie back!! We missed our Captain didn't we guys? *All Ducks nod* Have fun on your vacation! I'm glad you'll be following this one too!! I can't wait to hear from you!!
Tara- Oh . . . such a short review. S'ok. No biggie. I'm glad you enjoyed my story and I'm sorry you couldn't find my sequel up right away, but well if you read my author's note you'd understand! I hope to be hearing from you again!! Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- *squeals with you* She did! She did!! It was like one of those romance stories we're suckers for!! I know I am!! You almost cried? Whoa. . . I wasn't expecting that! Blah!! I'm typing too quickly! I keep making mistakes!! Ok, I doubt you'll read my story over and over. It's too long!! Whoa that is a sign! Creepy! Yeah next to Portman, Banksie would probably look like a wuss; however I highly doubt he is. Yeah total randomness but that's ok! WHOA!! Did you know that randomness was a word? I didn't!! Ok, now I can use it in my classes and bug the teachers!! *shakes head* Anyways. Later!! Enjoy my sequel!
Beaner! - Hey I missed you since the last time I talked to you which was . . . last night? *giggles* Hey Guy!! Went to your Grammy's? *stops and realizes another Twilight Zone thing* You call your grandmother Grammy? I call mine Granny. For serious. *cries* Katie I'm scared! Talent? No. I think I have anger problems that come out in unusual stories. Katie, I would have thought, after talking to me, you wouldn't be surprised over anything that I put in. *shakes head* Ok we won't get into the subject of your hick neighbors that you want to use as punching bags. As long as you don't use Guy as one. He's too cute . . . hot . . . smoking . . . *slowly drools* *Adam and Fulton frown and author continues* What was I saying? My story could have been better, so hopefully my sequel will make up for it. Are you happy I finally explained what was on the disk? Are you going to be singing in all your reviews? Can I have Guy!!! *stops and realizes he was gift* Oh. . . I forgot. *sigh* I miss Guy. There, my sequel is finally started!! Aren't you proud of me? I am! Ok, that's it!! Later!!
OreoLine00- They sort of lived happily ever after. Just wait. I'm glad you liked the ending! I was like; I don't want it just to end right at the car, because how cliché is that? Like every teen movie ends RIGHT there. I'm on your top five? Holy crap. Like thanks!! Thanks for sticking through my tedious story and hopefully you'll be able to stick through my sequel! You kick ass!! Later!
Ok, that's my shout outs!! Hopefully you'll review! That would be cool. Criticism is welcomed (I need it to improve!). Remember this is just the prologue and just the beginning, so it can only get better from here! So review! Keep reading!! And I'll talk to you later!!
~Toodles!
KatieGurl!