"Adam, are you okay?" She was staring at me, concerned, as she walked towards me. This was it, say something Adam. "Uh," I said, and then just stopped. Well at least your mouth is open now. Just do it Preppy, just say it. 'Julie I think you're really hot, and I love you.' Okay, maybe that's a little too intense; let's just start with 'Julie I like you.' "I," I paused again, and she looked at me oddly. "I'll catch up with you," I sighed, disappointed at the lack of man I had inside of me.
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Summary: I'm Adam Banks. I'm too shy and I don't tell girls how I feel about them. Adam Banks: honored son, loyal friend, and a great hockey player, and too shy to get a wife. Seriously, that's what they're going to write on my tombstone.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of ducks.
A/N: This whole story is in Banksie's point of view and his hidden love for Julie, or girls in general. Tell me if you guys like the story, it'll be my source of inspiration to write more of Banks and Julie: the early years.
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"We really need new players?" I asked Charlie as we skated out onto the ice, with our very happy, very entertaining Mr. Tibbles. We all think he's missing a screw or two, and a little too happy, but that's probably why he is so entertaining. We stood in a line ready to meet the new five we would soon call our team mates.
Charlie shrugged, "I guess. I think we would do just fine though."
"Ditto," I said before we all turned our heads to see the five skate out in front of the goal, in a stance close to a boy band, with the girl as the lead singer. "She's pretty," I said while XTCs' "Then She Appeared" beginning beats played in my mind. I shook my head, trying to pay attention to the Spanish boy in a blue, red, and white jersey, skating miles per hour, then crashing into the wall.
"Smooth," Charlie mumbled.
"Yeehaw how's everyone? Ya'll ready to play some puck?"
I raised my eyebrow, "Hm."
Jesse made a joke and we laughed along, until Cowboy threw the puck in different directions, handling it in ways we have never seen. Correction, ways we would never even try.
"Julie 'the Cat' Gaffney."
That sounds pretty, Julie, Jules, Juliecat, Cat, Gaffney. I created nicknames for the girl I haven't even cordially met yet, as Connie skated out onto the ice to test out her goalie skills. Connie kept firing them in, and Julie caught every single one. You knew Connie wasn't the happiest girl after that. We scattered around the ice, before a male voice roared in the rink singing, 'don't you know that every thing's on fire.' I watched Charlie get pushed down, silently joyful it wasn't me. I stuck out a hand, and Charlie took it holding on to his helmet.
"This is gonna be a great team you know," Charlie said sarcastically as Portman knocked over Guy.
"I can tell," I said, as an uproar of yelling started and we joined into the arguments. Yelling and pushing each other is surely a sign of greatness.