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Status: Still workin' on it.
Summary: Well, as you can see, Charlie is infatuated with Julie Gaffney, and is ready to move in for the kill when Scooter dumps her. Yes, the sweet, adorable Varsity goalie that we all fell in love with during D3: The Mighty Ducks, dumps Julie. * sighs * Oh, the angst!
Author's Note: I know the beginning is a little cheesy. Okay, cheesy is an understatement. It's plain sickening, but, as I am writing this with my friend Cat Lady, I have to do what the annoying, teenybopperish, nonce says.*is rewarded with a blow brought down by a fuming Cat Lady* Well. Huffy, huffy.
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He loved her with all of his heart. He wanted her with his whole self- being. But most of all... He needed her. He couldn't tease the thought of going on without seeing her beaming face everyday.
Beaming. Hmmm. He loved that grin of hers. It was the smile to end all smiles. She could walk into a room full of suicidal, depressed psycho maniacs and make them laugh. She could make anyone's day that much more cheerful.
He loved when she wrinkled up her nose in distaste. When something was unsatisfactory, he loved the way she couldn't bear it. She was a perfectionist, or at least, she tried to be.
He loved how angry she got about nonsense things, like her hair. He loved the fact that no matter how much time she put into it, no matter how hard she tried, her hair would always settle into a disheveled position.
Sometimes, she would stand in front of the mirror for minutes at a time trying to get one long blonde strand into place, only to find that it was a lost cause. Then, she would angrily lift her hands into the air, only to let them fall to her sides, signaling that she had given up. And Julie Gaffney didn't give up on much.
But then again, neither did he. In fact, Charlie Conway's motto in life was to work and work until you reached the level of incompetence. Until you got to the point at which you couldn't go any farther in life.
The Peter Principle, as Hans used to say. Charlie scoffed at the thought. Out of all the advice his mentor, Hans, had ever given him, he chose only to remember the 'Peter Principle'. It had gotten him through some pretty tough times, and it had given him the reputation of being not unlike a stubborn mule. "The ass in a flock of ducks," he mused to himself. His thoughts were then rudely interrupted.
"Charlie?" He felt the color drain out of his face. He recognized that voice, and it belonged to someone he really didn't want to deal with at the moment.
"Hi, Linda," he acknowledged, without turning to face her. He subtly angled his head away from her, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. But, much to Charlie's despair, Linda walked, from her original position behind him, around the bench to take a seat next to him.
"So, what's up?" She asked. Charlie forced himself to answer.
"Uhh..." Be polite, Conway, he thought to himself. "Nothing. How about you?" Oh, you've done it, he sighed, now she'll never go away.
For the next twenty minutes, Linda rambled on about anything, and everything. She talked blatantly about the various demonstrations she had participated in, over the last few weeks. Charlie was silent, only nodding and mumbling agreements such as " Uh huh..." " Did they really?" and his favorite "Hmmm... Mmmm hmmm."
Charlie found himself on the verge of insanity when the familiar rumble of the bus came into earshot.
Mumbling a silent prayer, Charlie gathered his things and shuffled quickly away from Linda, whom was still chatting away, without so much as a good- bye.
It took her a few seconds to realize what was going on around her, and by the time she had gotten her thoughts together, Charlie had persuaded the bus driver to pull away without her.
"Oh, Charlie." she giggled, "You joker, you." Then, tossing her backpack over one shoulder, Linda sighed happily and started off.
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Charlie marched over to the Ducks' usual table and took a seat next to Averman.
"Hey, Charlie," Russ leaned over Averman to discuss the "killer" Social Studies paper they had due next period.
"Oh, yeah, man. I totally blew it off. Wasn't worth the effort," Charlie commented with a mouth full of mashed potato. Just then, Julie came over to their table and plopped down on the bench, next to Charlie. He almost fell off the bench with surprise.
"Hi guys," she said with a smile. "How's it going?"
Oh, that smile. thought Charlie. He felt himself going red.
"Charlie? How are you and Linda?" Julie slapped him on the back. This friendly gesture caused Charlie's lunch to become lodged in his throat. "Charlie..." she waited impatiently for his answer then suddenly realized that Charlie was a little preoccupied.
"Charlie! Are you choking? Oh, my God! Charlie?"
It took a few minutes, but when Charlie had recovered from his near death experience, he could only mumble the word "Thanks."
Julie looked relieved, "I'm so sorry," She gave him a sympathetic look, " It was all my fault. Am I forgiven for trying to kill you?"
Everyone but Charlie snorted at Julie's sarcasm. He was in his own little world. Every time he looked at her, it was all he could do not to reach over and release the clip that was holding back that golden hair.
His fantasy tragically ended when Scooter, Julie's boyfriend, came over to the Ducks' table.
"Hey, Julie?" Julie immediately turned her attention to the handsome, dark- haired senior. She looked delighted to see him, and expressed her happiness by kissing him gently on the lips.
"Yes, Scooter?"
"Ummm..." he looked a bit worried, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
He glanced around the table, at the Ducks, and finally mumbled, "Alone...?" Scooter's odd behavior didn't seem to faze her, and if it did, she didn't show it.
Julie got up from the table, no questions asked, and followed Scooter out into the Senior Hall.
Feedback: Of course! I have reviewed and reviewed, so I would love some reviews!
Status: Still workin' on it.
Summary: Well, as you can see, Charlie is infatuated with Julie Gaffney, and is ready to move in for the kill when Scooter dumps her. Yes, the sweet, adorable Varsity goalie that we all fell in love with during D3: The Mighty Ducks, dumps Julie. * sighs * Oh, the angst!
Author's Note: I know the beginning is a little cheesy. Okay, cheesy is an understatement. It's plain sickening, but, as I am writing this with my friend Cat Lady, I have to do what the annoying, teenybopperish, nonce says.*is rewarded with a blow brought down by a fuming Cat Lady* Well. Huffy, huffy.
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He loved her with all of his heart. He wanted her with his whole self- being. But most of all... He needed her. He couldn't tease the thought of going on without seeing her beaming face everyday.
Beaming. Hmmm. He loved that grin of hers. It was the smile to end all smiles. She could walk into a room full of suicidal, depressed psycho maniacs and make them laugh. She could make anyone's day that much more cheerful.
He loved when she wrinkled up her nose in distaste. When something was unsatisfactory, he loved the way she couldn't bear it. She was a perfectionist, or at least, she tried to be.
He loved how angry she got about nonsense things, like her hair. He loved the fact that no matter how much time she put into it, no matter how hard she tried, her hair would always settle into a disheveled position.
Sometimes, she would stand in front of the mirror for minutes at a time trying to get one long blonde strand into place, only to find that it was a lost cause. Then, she would angrily lift her hands into the air, only to let them fall to her sides, signaling that she had given up. And Julie Gaffney didn't give up on much.
But then again, neither did he. In fact, Charlie Conway's motto in life was to work and work until you reached the level of incompetence. Until you got to the point at which you couldn't go any farther in life.
The Peter Principle, as Hans used to say. Charlie scoffed at the thought. Out of all the advice his mentor, Hans, had ever given him, he chose only to remember the 'Peter Principle'. It had gotten him through some pretty tough times, and it had given him the reputation of being not unlike a stubborn mule. "The ass in a flock of ducks," he mused to himself. His thoughts were then rudely interrupted.
"Charlie?" He felt the color drain out of his face. He recognized that voice, and it belonged to someone he really didn't want to deal with at the moment.
"Hi, Linda," he acknowledged, without turning to face her. He subtly angled his head away from her, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. But, much to Charlie's despair, Linda walked, from her original position behind him, around the bench to take a seat next to him.
"So, what's up?" She asked. Charlie forced himself to answer.
"Uhh..." Be polite, Conway, he thought to himself. "Nothing. How about you?" Oh, you've done it, he sighed, now she'll never go away.
For the next twenty minutes, Linda rambled on about anything, and everything. She talked blatantly about the various demonstrations she had participated in, over the last few weeks. Charlie was silent, only nodding and mumbling agreements such as " Uh huh..." " Did they really?" and his favorite "Hmmm... Mmmm hmmm."
Charlie found himself on the verge of insanity when the familiar rumble of the bus came into earshot.
Mumbling a silent prayer, Charlie gathered his things and shuffled quickly away from Linda, whom was still chatting away, without so much as a good- bye.
It took her a few seconds to realize what was going on around her, and by the time she had gotten her thoughts together, Charlie had persuaded the bus driver to pull away without her.
"Oh, Charlie." she giggled, "You joker, you." Then, tossing her backpack over one shoulder, Linda sighed happily and started off.
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Charlie marched over to the Ducks' usual table and took a seat next to Averman.
"Hey, Charlie," Russ leaned over Averman to discuss the "killer" Social Studies paper they had due next period.
"Oh, yeah, man. I totally blew it off. Wasn't worth the effort," Charlie commented with a mouth full of mashed potato. Just then, Julie came over to their table and plopped down on the bench, next to Charlie. He almost fell off the bench with surprise.
"Hi guys," she said with a smile. "How's it going?"
Oh, that smile. thought Charlie. He felt himself going red.
"Charlie? How are you and Linda?" Julie slapped him on the back. This friendly gesture caused Charlie's lunch to become lodged in his throat. "Charlie..." she waited impatiently for his answer then suddenly realized that Charlie was a little preoccupied.
"Charlie! Are you choking? Oh, my God! Charlie?"
It took a few minutes, but when Charlie had recovered from his near death experience, he could only mumble the word "Thanks."
Julie looked relieved, "I'm so sorry," She gave him a sympathetic look, " It was all my fault. Am I forgiven for trying to kill you?"
Everyone but Charlie snorted at Julie's sarcasm. He was in his own little world. Every time he looked at her, it was all he could do not to reach over and release the clip that was holding back that golden hair.
His fantasy tragically ended when Scooter, Julie's boyfriend, came over to the Ducks' table.
"Hey, Julie?" Julie immediately turned her attention to the handsome, dark- haired senior. She looked delighted to see him, and expressed her happiness by kissing him gently on the lips.
"Yes, Scooter?"
"Ummm..." he looked a bit worried, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
He glanced around the table, at the Ducks, and finally mumbled, "Alone...?" Scooter's odd behavior didn't seem to faze her, and if it did, she didn't show it.
Julie got up from the table, no questions asked, and followed Scooter out into the Senior Hall.