Disclaimer: I do not own of the Ducks, or any of the movies mentioned in this movie. Classic movies, but I own none of them.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you guys liked that one, and I hope you like this one too, sorry it's kind of long though. You know what I realized? I used to live fifteen minutes away from Vincent's hometown. Funny, ain't it? Hah. Anyway, on to the chapter. Reviews, please, tell me your opinions.

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She comes into the room, and she doesn't even say anything? Come on. This is killing me, Julie. Just say something. She sighed. Okay, that's something.

"Hey." She looked up at me, eyes desperate, like she was searching for something to say to break the tension.

"Hi." I answered. Not much there. She sighed again. "How are you?"

She shrugged, "Eh, I could be better."

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, worried that something may have happened with her mom.

"Well you see," She sat against the wall, and hugged her knees. "I was starting to get to know this really great friend, and then he kind of disappeared from my life, and decided to watch movies and sleep for the rest of his life."

"Oh." She laughed at my facial expression, clearly evident of guilt.

"Yeah, his name was Adam Banks, have you seen him?" She tilted her head to the right, and smiled a little.

"Nope. I heard he got sucked into the television from watching too many movies. He's currently running around with Ferris Bueller," I joked, and she laughed in response. I love making her laugh.

"Seriously Adam, what's up with you?" She asked, and I sat there looking around. What was I supposed to say? Tell her why I've been a hermit? 'Because of you Julie Gaffney, all because of you.' Yeah, because that would fly real well. It would hurt her feelings even more… unless, I told her why; that I like her.

She sat there waiting for an answer. Hah, that is not going to happen. But, it's slowly becoming a possibility. Is that the smell of confidence towards girls? What an odd and refreshing smell.

"I don't know." That wasn't very informative, Adam. "Well you see, that uh, day we had that really good talk, and we were explaining how I fell off the bed, and then Portman said-"

"Yeah. I remember," She bit her lip, nervously. "I figured that's why it got really weird between us. Well, not only us, the reason why you decided to detach yourself from the world, but why?"

My eyes got wide. Oh, man. What am I supposed to say? I can't lie to her. Not to that cute little face. "Uh, well, I could tell that Portman liked you, so I didn't really wanna get between that. You know, since he could beat me into smithereens." It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie.

Julie shook her head, looked down, then back up at me, "Portman likes me?"

Was she blind?

"Uh, yeah I figured. You know, since you guys were spending more time together, and he said that thing on the ice," I said while she smiled, which turned into a small laugh.

"Portman doesn't like me."

I'm confused.

"He doesn't?" I asked, and she covered her mouth, to hide her giggle.

"No, he's just really protective, and kind of like an older brother," She explained.

"He thinks of you as a little sister? He told you that?" She suddenly looked confused, looked up, and thought.

"Well, he never told me that, but that's how it is with us." She squinted, looking past my face, and into the wall, "I think so."

That is the face of an unsure person.

"No, I really don't think he likes me." She said again, maybe to reassure herself.

"So, you don't like Portman?"

She laughed again, "Oh no. Just as a big brother, he's great; love the guy, but not like that."

"Ohh," I nodded. At least I knew she didn't like him.

"Why?" She looked at me, waiting for me to say, 'because I'm the one who likes you.'

"Oh," I gave a nervous chuckle. "Just asking."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Silence.

"Wait, so are you okay? I mean the team really misses you. We all miss you, me, Connie, and even Coach Stanson, whose team is going to bite the dust tonight."

I smiled. I had a little feeling that beating the Iceland team wasn't going to be as easy as we thought it was going to be. We never watched their games before, and they're the most favored at the Junior Goodwill Games. When half of your life is hockey, the game gives you a feeling in your gut about these things.

"Hah, yeah." She stood up, and I looked up at her.

"Well let's go Banks. Get you out of this room that smells like too much cologne, and away from movies like Sixteen Candles." She said, as she picked up the cover on top of the TV.

I stood up, took the box from her, and threw it under the bed. When I turned around from the bed, we were caught in a moment, inches away from each other. I looked into her blue eyes, and she stared into mine. There was an obvious spark.

We looked away simultaneously. Obviously, we were both afraid to face it.

"Well, come on." She walked out of the dorm, and I stood there. Say it, Banks. She appeared at the doorway, and I was glued to the floor.

"Adam, are you okay?" She was staring at me, concerned, as she walked towards me. This was it, say something Adam. "Uh," I said, and then just stopped. Well at least your mouth is open now. Just do it Preppy, just say it. 'Julie I think you're really hot, and I love you.' Okay, maybe that's a little too intense; let's just start with 'Julie I like you.'

"I," I paused again, and she looked at me oddly. "I'll catch up with you," I sighed, disappointed at the lack of man I had inside of me.

"Okay," She said, and walked back out into the hall. I followed her, walking down the hall knowing that the next conversation I planned on having would determine if I was going to do something about the awkwardness, tension, and sparks that were flying.

I was going to talk to the big Dean Portman.