TITLE: Purple Rain
AUTHOR: Erin E. Peters
CHARACTERS: All the Ducks from D3. Phillip, Eleanor and Drew Banks. Casey Conway. Linda. A few female OC's.
RELATIONSHIPS: Charlie Conway/Adam Banks. Dean Portman/Julie Gaffney (later on). Guy Germaine/Connie Moreau (again, later on).
RATING: Teen – just to be safe. Rated for adult situations, language and slash.
SUMMARY: Charlie and Adam each deal with their own internal struggles during the summer between freshman and sophomore year; all the while standing by each other's side.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Mighty Ducks. I only own my own story scenarios. I do, however, own the ideas of the girls that Mr. Banks 'forces' on his son.
NOTES: Not sure if there's anything in this story that is outside the realm of the time period. I also think that I kept everyone in character well. But, if you do catch something, please do let me know about it. I welcome constructive criticism, as well as positive feedback. It will only help me as I write more about these guys. #inspiration
*This is the sequel to I KNEW I LOVED YOU (AKA SIMPLE AS THAT). I had to expand on the vibe that I got writing that story. So I bring you – PURPLE RAIN.
**I'm having so much fun writing this. I really wish it could be a movie. Oh, well. It is in my head.
TWO
Adam lay on his bed after dinner, trying to balance a pencil on the bridge of his nose and failing so, so miserably.
It was the sixth day of summer vacation. Meaning so far, there had been six days of tension in the Banks household.
Being one of the head nurses, Abbott Northwestern usually had Eleanor Banks working well into the night. 10PM was the earliest his mom would ever make it home. Adam's older brother, Drew, had opted to stay out west in Phoenix for the summer. I don't blame him, the younger boy thought of the Arizona State sophomore. He's got an apartment in Tempe; he's got roommates from Scottsdale, why not? Better than this place.
So that meant that Phillip Banks was Adam's sole companion at the dinner table every night. His dad had made a habit lately of trying to find out why his younger son didn't currently have any girls in his life. Lay off me, Dad. He thought, silently cheering as the pencil somehow stuck to his nose, perfectly still.
As if on cue, his dad walked in the room. "Adam," he began, "good news." The teen scrunched his nose, the pencil falling over to his side. "I think I may have solved your girl dilemma."
The blonde rolled his eyes.
"You know the Henderson's?" Adam looked at the ceiling. Here we go. Mr. Henderson was one of his dad's best clients.
"Well, Dave called me, had a few things to talk about regarding his case against the Minnetonka Police Department. Anyway, we got to chatting about other things, and," Adam rolled his eyes, "you know his daughter, Brittney."
Adam didn't avert his gaze. He was close to counting up all of the ceiling tiles up there.
"I asked about her, and Dave said she hasn't been out for a while. Said she needs to socialize with boys more. So I set up a date for you two."
"Dad, Brittney Henderson is one of the really popular girls over at Blake. I doubt she's in need of any socialization."
"No, but I know someone who is." Phillip winked at his son. Adam groaned. I wish I had been out for a while, he thought longingly. And I want to socialize with boys more. He cracked a small smile as Charlie's face graced his mind.
"So, when?" The blonde wanted to know when exactly to expect this torture.
"Saturday night. Make an honest woman out of her, tiger. Go get 'em!" Mr. Banks winked again and gave Adam a 'thumbs up'. He retreated from the bedroom.
The front line center rolled over on his side and groaned again. "Well, shit." He cursed under his breath.
…
"Yeah, he's making me go out with this girl. Can you believe it?"
Right after his dad had left his room, Adam had shut the door and called Charlie. He already knew that his boyfriend had finally came out and told his mom about them a few days ago, and was secretly glad about that – though he wished his parents would be as cool as she was, and that he could get the damn courage to speak up.
"No way," Charlie exclaimed, "what's her name?"
"Brittney Henderson. We know of her, she's that Blake chick. Thinks she's all that." Adam gave the phone an eye roll. He was not going to enjoy listening to the girl gab all night, that was for sure. Brittney was a huge gossip girl.
Suddenly, Adam gasped. "Hey, hun, I have an awesome idea!"
Charlie grasped his mobile phone a bit tighter in his hand. "What, babe?"
"What are you doing Saturday night?" He wondered.
"Well, I was gonna get a one on one game with Guy in down at the old Ducks rink before sundown, but after that, nothing." Charlie explained.
"Why don't I ask my dad if I can come over to your place for a sleepover after we take Britt home? That's pretty much the only way I'll be able to tolerate Saturday night." Adam was hopeful. If Ms. Conway knows about us…he thought, smiling.
Charlie gasped excitedly. "Yeah, and now my mom knows about us so we can be together, no hiding!"
Adam let out a hearty laugh. He was super excited now. "Let's do it!"
Charlie let out a similar laugh in agreement. "My mom's always ok with you coming over. It'll be fine."
"I love you babe. Can't wait." The blonde cooed.
Adam and Charlie kissed their phones, loud enough for the other side to hear, and ended the call.
Adam lay down in his bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He only hoped his dad would let him go spend the night at the Conway's.
…
Charlie lay on his bed at around 9PM. He hadn't been able to wipe the grin off his face since he got off the phone. He was about ready to pass out right now, and dream of Saturday night all through the night. He was looking forward to holding Adam in his arms all night, relaxing him, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead and making him smile. The boy was probably going to be a ball of nerves all night on his date with Brittney.
The boys had made it a point not to fall asleep in the same bed in their dorm room, though they accidentally had once. It was after a particularly brutal hockey workout, followed by a cuddly movie night.
They would normally spend quality time after getting their homework done lying together, whispering sweet nothings and winding down after their hectic days, but then they would get up, brush their teeth down the hall and come back and lay down to sleep in their own beds. They felt like holding out and parting ways each night would make those nights when they did decide to sleep together all the more exciting and special, though Charlie had to admit that was a lot more Adam's idea than his.
Charlie was so thankful he had told his mom. No more being secretive and careful at my place, he thought. Two more nights.
Just as the brunette was about ready to get up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, his cell phone vibrated in his jean pocket. Charlie stretched his arm down to dig it out. "Hello?" He asked into the phone.
"Hey there, Charlie" The girl's voice on the other end responded.
"Oh," he said, sitting up slowly, "hey Linda."
"How are you?" She asked. Charlie ran a hand through his hair and wondered what his ex girlfriend could possibly want from him on a Thursday night. He hadn't really talked to her at all since he broke up with her for his current boyfriend.
"Uh, fine. You?" To be honest, he didn't actually care. But, like a good ex, he opted to be kind.
"I'm okay. I actually have something to ask you…" Linda trailed off. The girl on the other end sounded a bit nervous, as well.
"What's that?" Charlie wondered. Linda sighed, and continued.
"So my cousin is getting married in a few weeks. I got her wedding invitation in the mail today. She gave me a plus one."
Charlie groaned. He knew where this was going. I don't want to go to a wedding, he thought, but knew he was going to have to oblige. "And you want to know if I'll be your date." He finished for her.
"Yeah, if that's ok. I mean, you're not seeing anyone, are you?" She questioned. Charlie felt his stomach drop. Do I tell her I am? She'll want to know if it's one of her friends. Charlie felt like just blurting out Adam's name and hanging up the phone.
"No, I'm not." He lied, feeling a sinking in his stomach as Adam's face flashed in his mind.
"I guess she thinks we might still be together. I would appreciate if you'd come with me." She spoke, almost begging. Charlie rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, Linda, I'll go to the wedding with you. Text message me the details." He gave in.
"Okay, thanks Charlie. Have a good night." Linda ended the call, and Charlie waited for the other end to hang up before he did. Adam isn't going to be too into this one. He dismally got up and walked to the bathroom.