Dear Anybody Who's Reading This,
I'd appreciate it if you didn't flame me horribly for this is my very first piece of fanfiction I've ever written. This is Adam/Charlie slash. This first chapter is from Charlie's point of view. Based on the time of D2 Goodwill Games. -crosses fingers, waiting for angry readers to attack- :S

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Chapter 1: "I fell head over heels in love"

I don't know how and I don't know why, but one day, when I turned to look at Adam Banks, I fell head over heels in love.

Of course, at first I had no idea it was love. I didn't know what it was. But at times when I spoke with him or looked with him I felt irrational feelings of joy and excitement, of anxiety and sometimes paranoia. Not to mention, coming with my new fascination with him were odd dreams of him which dotted my thoughts time to time.

With all these bizarre things going on in my abnormal body, my hormonal teenage mind figured that I had a crush on Adam.

Well, no big deal, I thought. I mean, we were just kids and this'll probably blow over in a day or two - only it didn't. During the off-season of hockey we Ducks hung around and did things. But it seemed that my time with Adam wasn't enough. I was really glad that Coach Bombay called us for the Goodwill Games because as shocking as it sounded I missed Adam. I went to the local school, while Banks, the preppy, was well, a preppy.

Like I said before, it was just too bizarre. The weirdest fact about my well, crush on him wasn't the fact that I was a guy and he was guy, but that we were so different.

I mean, he has what I (and probably the rest of the world) wants and thinks is perfect. He's got a totally normal family with a nice large house. He has an older brother who goes to a Prep high school, which he'll probably be going to in the future. He's a total hockey hotshot, while I, as I remember in District Five, was labeled by my friends "Spazway". He's rich. He never presses it on any of us because he isn't snobbish like that, but he's rich. He's probably got more money in his pocket that I'll ever have in my bank account.

I, on the other hand, live with my mom who's single. She struggles to handle her job at the cafe while trying to find others. She works so hard but pretends she doesn't get tired. But I can see through that so easily. At home she keeps everything nice and tidy, no matter if our place is small. So I guess I try to keep it neat too - I don't want to make more mess for her. I guess, I really appreciate my Mom. She's alone so I have to take care of her.

"Mom, you can stop cleaning, I'll do the dishes now." I tell her. But she'd be saying, "No, it's okay honey, I'm almost done." Then I'd splash soapy water on some of the clean dishes and say "Nup, sorry!" Mom would then splash me with water and we'd end up having a huge water fight, the dishes totally forgotten.

After a while, we'd be sitting on the kitchen floor, looking like we actually went swimming in the sink, we'd look around and see the kitchen covered in soapy water and we'd start laughing. Once we couldn't stop laughing; it was just so hilarious! Mom had suds in her hair creating two large bunches of blonde which stuck out like branches and my head would be so covered in soap that I'd look like I was wearing a fluffy white hat. In the end Mom and I clean up together and (after re-washing the dishes, of course) then we'd flop on the couch and watch TV together. One of us would probably fall asleep so the other one would bring a blanket and cover us up and we'd snuggle on the couch together.

It was at times like these I don't feel jealous of Adam Banks for having a father. I'm sure he never had this much fun with his parents. When I think about it, we are pretty different, but he having a bit more money didn't matter to me in the end. Adam Banks was my best friend. I was happy where I was.

To be continued...

hockeypuck :).