Dedicated to airis-mcs who gave me the idea to write about this.
Love to all who read.
Disclaimer: It isn't slash but some parts may seem like it. Don't like don't read. I don't own the Mighty Ducks and I'm not making money off this. Got it? Kay, now on with the story.
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Chapter 2
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Fulton's POV
"What'd you say?" Dean asked me, looking scared out of his mind.
"I said maybe we should head to your house for some of the summer, so I can meet your family and all that junk. Come on man it'll be fun."
I had to admit Dean's reaction was less than stellar and I was about to take back the suggestion when he said, "I'll call home and ask."
I nodded thankful and looked at my best friend. Dean and I fought the first day we met, we fought like hell and now we fight together, the Bash Brothers. It's not so bad being a Bash Brother but I know it bothers Dean, it bothers him that everyone thinks he's just some enforcer. It used to bother me until I stopped caring what everyone else thought but I know it pisses Dean off a lot.
Dean and I have come along way as players and friends. I can honestly say some of the best times in my life have been with Dean.
I wanted to know why Dean didn't want me to his house, maybe he thought I'd hate it there or something but as long as I had Dean I'd be okay. I mean how bad could his house be?
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Dean's POV
Fulton has no idea how hard it will be to call home and ask, let alone bring Fulton there if I can. I know calling home would be pointless, my mom would just complain about another mouth to feed but she'd get over it as long as Fulton doesn't steal her cigarettes, which he won't cause neither of us smoke.
Fulton let the topic slide as we continued back to our dorm for the night, planning on watching VH1 as we always do before we sleep.
I knew one thing for sure, I'd have to call Bombay when I woke up.
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Fulton's POV
I woke up hearing Dean talking to someone on the phone but was too tired to care because it was early on a Saturday morning so I fell back asleep hoping I'd remember to ask him later. It wasn't like Dean to get up early when he didn't have to, especially when we had no practice cause today was Coach Orion's daughter's birthday.
I knew I wasn't going to wake up just yet.
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Dean's POV
"What should I do Coach?" I asked Bombay as I chewed on a pen cap.
"Does Fulton know why you wouldn't want him there?"
"No Coach, no one does."
"Why not?"
"Let's just say Dean Portman's past isn't the most important topic in the world and I like it that way."
"You should tell Fulton, he's your best friend. If you told him maybe he'd understand and be willing to kick off the summer at his house, if you don't tell him why you don't want to bring him back to Chicago he'll just keep asking about it," Bombay reasoned.
"Okay Coach, thanks."
"Get some rest Dean."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and walked back over to my bed and crawled in. I laid there staring at the ceiling for hours wondering how I'd explain it to Fulton. Before I found an answer I fell back asleep.
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AN: How did you like this chapter? All feedback, ideas, and suggestions are welcome as always.
