Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks, but the Witts family is mine mwahahahahah lol
AN: I have this whole Amore Trilogy written already and good news I'm getting my own computer next week and it's a laptop so I'll be doing my writing none stop! Hope you enjoy my newest Mighty Ducks fanfic!! And please RandR oh and Amore is like the French word for love. Like the Frank Sinatra song That's Amore. I'll explain her name later.
I looked out my bedroom window to see my best friend taking shots at a homemade, wooden hockey goalie in his driveway. I couldn't help but smile. He loved hockey as much as I did and I'd say even more. I got off my bed, put on my pink and black heeleys and walked out to see him.
He shoots… and its good!" He said skating in a circle and pumping his fist in the air.
"Nice. I bet the goalie didn't even see that one coming." I said causing him to jump. He turned towards me and rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked and I cringed at his bitterness. "You're no longer on my team. Remember your D-5 now."
"Oh come on! so we can't be friends because my parents go by the rules!" I said shaking my head. "Your just as bad as the rest of those Hawks."
"You used to be a Hawk remember." He shot back angrily.
"And I really felt like part of the team." I said sarcastically. "I never played a single game. But of coarse you would have noticed. You played every game."
He shook his head as he headed back to his house. I watched him go as I held back tears. He and I had been friends since my family moved next door to him. Now he was twelve and I was thirteen and it seemed we grew further and further apart as we got older. I heard a car pull up behind me and turned to see my older brother was home.
"Hey squirt." He said as he got out of his car. He ducked back in for a moment and produced five large pizza boxes from his car. "Come help. There are more in here."
I smiled and quickly went to help. I got the pizza and looked up at him. "Mom and dad aren't coming home tonight are they?"
"Nope" My brother replied. "But they said as long as we don't trash the house we can have people over…Hey why don't you go invite…"
"We aren't talking." I said interrupting him.
"Amore Jane. What did you do?" my brother asked opening the door for me.
"Nothing Jason Dean. He's mad because I went to D-5." I said placing the pizza on the kitchen island. Jason just shook his head.
"Do you want me to talk to Alex for you? See if he can change his brothers mind?" Jason asked. I didn't believe it would do any good and I know Jason was thinking the same thing, but because he was a caring older brother he always tried anyway.
"Who are you inviting over?" I asked and Jason shrugged.
"Some guys from school." Jason said and I groaned.
"If you bring Rick I will flip out!" I said and Jason laughed.
"Just because he teases you so much doesn't mean you have to hate him." Jason said then looked down at me. "Alright fine, I wont invite Rick. Oh and only five friends each."
"Fine. I'll go make my calls first." I said. Jason was about to protest so I quickly picked up the phone before I explained. "All your friends have cars. Mine don't."
I called up five of my friends from D-5 and waited in my room till they got to my house. I invited Charlie Conway, my new best friend. Connie Moreau because she was the only other girl on the team and the oreo line or Jesse and Terry Hall and Guy Germaine because no one came close to those three. By the time they got to my house, Jason and his friends had already downed four pizzas.
"Nice place you've got here Mory. Who'd your parents have to kill to get it?" Charlie asked as he helped himself to some pizza.
"We'll never tell you, but I've heard that your next on the list." Jason said from the living room.
"Your brother's friends are here?" Charlie said in surprise. None of my D-5 friends had been to my house before, but they all knew who Jason was. and they knew that he went to Eden Hall, one of the hardest private schools to get into.
"And they are taking over the living room. Where are we going to hang out?" Connie asked.
"The basement room." I said with a smile. "Hey Oreo line, why don't you guys each grab a pizza box. Charlie you grab plates and cups. Connie, you can help me carry pop."
We got everything together and went down stairs. I smiled at the woops and hollers of my friends as they realized my basement was actually cooler than the living room. It had a big screen tv with surround sound, hooked up to three different game systems and a DVD player. Two black sofas put together to make and L shape sat in front of the tv and on either side of those were two red chairs. In the back wall there was a futon and in the middle of the room was a pool table, air hockey table, and a dart board on the wall.
"Man why didn't your brother come down here with his friends?" Guy asked.
"We trade off. he got it last time we had friends over and so my turn this time."I said turning on the tv and plugging in the guitars for guitar hero 3.
"Hey how old is your brother by the way?" Connie asked.
"Sixteen." I replied. The boys started to tease Connie for asking while Guy tried to defend her. I watched my new friends and smiled. The Hawks were never like this. It was all Hockey this or Hockey that. Coach Reilly had them breathing, sleeping and peeing Hockey.
I skated around the ice and every so often stopped the puck to only pass it to one of my teammates. I looked down at my watched then towards the street. Jason was to have picked me up from practice ten minutes ago. I thought of how life would be with out him. I don't think I would survive. He was the one who raised me. Mom and dad were always gone to some function or some random vacation. So Jason took care of me. Most people even thought Jason was my father. He looked about 18 and sadly I was extremely tiny for my age. I looked like I was only about eight or nine. It was a curse for a girl my age. Jason and I even looked a lot a like. We both had the same nose and blue eyes. He had dark blonde hair and mine was more strawberry blond. I looked down at my watch again. it wasn't like him to be late.
"Got some where to be Slick?" Averman asked and I rolled my eyes. The team called me Slick when I first joined the team because I sadly was the best they had and because I came from the rich side. The nickname stuck from then on.
"My parents are coming home from their cruise today." I said. Or at least they should. I thought to myself. I heard the sound of my brothers horn. "See you at the game."
"See ya Slick." Goldberg called from his spot in front of the goal.
"Bye Mory. See ya." Charlie said skating by. He tripped on his own skates and fell hard.
"Smooth move Spaz-way." I said helping him to his feet. I rushed over tom y brothers car, but slowed down when I realized that my brother wasn't alone in the car. He had brought Alex.
"Amore, what's up girl. Your looking pretty good out there." Alex said when I got in.
"We have to go pick up your brother don't we." I said with a sigh. I already knew he would be at practice. Sure enough that is were we ended up.
"Nice to see you Amore." Coach Reilly said loud enough for his team to hear. The team started to call after me with smirks on their faces. "So come to check out your old team?"
"I'm just here with my brother." I replied. I looked over at Jason. He knew I wanted to get out of there but Alex's brother wasn't wanting to leave yet.
"So how is the D-5 team?" Ray Larson asked with a sneer. 'Do they still suck?"
"You'll just have to find out when you play us." I replied. The Hawks laughed.
"Why? We already know who's going to win." Adam Banks said with a laugh. I glared at him. "You don't even have a coach."
"I'm walking home." I said to Jason. "I don't want to ride home with a Hawk."
I turned and walked away, ignoring Jason calling after me and Alex yelling at his brother. I decided not to go home right away. But like always I ended up down by the old pond down the street from my house. I wished I would have grabbed my skates from Jason's car. Skating out on the pond always cooled me down. The sun was going down and I knew I would be in trouble, but I didn't care. The Hawks were mad at me because my parents went by the rules. They hadn't even really let me be apart of their team unless they wanted to come hang out in my basement.
"Mory?" I didn't turn around. I knew who it was. not many people called me Mory. "Mory come on."
"Go home. Tell every one that I'm fine and will be there soon." I said but instead of leaving he sat down next to me. "I didn't say here have a seat, let make this even more awkward."
"We need to talk." He said and I turned to look at him. He was the same boy that I had known for six years. Light blond hair, blue eyes, innocent looking as could be and as shy as a rabbit. My used to be best friend, Adam Banks. I looked at him closely and could tell he was starting to get a fat lip.
"Alex beat you up didn't he?" I asked. I didn't feel sorry for him at the time. I knew it was because of how he had treated me.
"Do you have to run to my brother every time we have a fight?" Adam asked. I wanted to hit him for even asking such a thing, but I could tell he was really hurt by this.
"I didn't tell Alex anything." I said laying down and looking up at the darkening sky.
"Yeah right." Adam said shaking his head. He looked down at me and sighed. "What's happened to us? We never used to fight."
"We are growing up." I replied with a sigh. I looked at my watched. I was in a lot of trouble.
"Come on, I'll walk you home." Adam said getting to his feet and holding his hand out to me. I just gave him a yeah right look and got up on my own. He shook his head. "I was trying to be a gentleman."
"Uh-huh and in a couple of years you'll be trying to play tonsil hockey with me. I'd rather not." I said. He smiled mischievously.
"Who says I'm not trying that now?" he asked.
"Because Dear innocent Adam. You still believe girls have cooties." I said with a laugh. I started to run down the sidewalk with Adam on my tale. I rounded the corner and froze. Bryan McGill and Ray Larson were playing one on one street hockey. Adam didn't see them and tackled me to the ground. I pushed him away and angrily got to my feet.
"What?" he asked and then he saw them. The two boys skated up to the side walk. "Oh hey guys."
"What is she doing here?" Ray asked glaring at me.
"Last time I looked it was a free country Larson and a girl could go where ever she pleased." I snapped back at him.
"Yeah, well this is Hawk territory." Bryan said with a smirk. "No D-5s aloud."
"Go kiss your mama's fat behind." I snapped, turned around, and walked away.
"See you tomorrow Amore." Ray called after her. Adam didn't fallow. He stayed back with his fellow Hawks.