Courtney flew down the streets, eager to get to the trainer's and see Adam. She threw open the door and ran to his room. Excitedly, she knocked noisily. He quickly snapped it open in panic. He still had on his pajamas and had obviously been asleep. The drowsy look on his face and untidy hair gave him away. Adam's face relaxed when he saw Courtney. Without saying a word, she shoved the plain white T-shirt in his face. Adam slowly unfolded the T-shirt, with a confused look on his face. He inhaled sharply.

"Where did you get this?" He demanded, holding it up into the light. You could see Wayne Gretzky's signature through the shirt.

"When I was at the arena, this morning, he was there! I dunno how, or why, but he was and he helped me with my stick handling. It was so cool, Adam!" Courtney was out of breath by the time she finished talking.

"He was at the arena this morning? Has he ever been there before? Why didn't you call me when you saw him?" Adam bombarded her with questions.

"Adam, he was standing in the seats when I was shooting and he came down and talked to me for awhile and showed me some drills and had to leave. I've never seen him there before. But he knew who I was," Courtney explained.

"Well, did he know who I was?" Adam asked quickly, taking off his shirt and replacing it with the T-shirt Courtney had just given him.

"I didn't have a chance to ask him or talk to him about you. I don't know."

"I've got to go with you next time. To think, I could've met my idol this morning. The man who had a twenty-year career! Two thousand eight hundred fifty-seven points on eight hundred and ninety-four goalies with one thousand nine hundred sixty-three assists!" Adam was out of breath and panting. "Oh, why didn't I go this morning!"

"But at least I got the shirt for you, right? I knew you'd be excited about it. He told me that he used to go to arena's before everyone else got there too." Adam was paying close attention. Courtney had never seen him so alert. He nodded his head, as if wanting to hear more. She looked down at her watch. Instead of heading back to the dorms to get ready for practice, she stayed with Adam and talked for awhile.

Courtney, knowing she was already late for practice, was in no rush to get to the dorms. Finally, she opened her dorm door half an hour late. She sat down to for a moment, not even noticing Dwayne was still fast asleep under his fleece covers. A quick and sudden grunt alerted Courtney of his presence. She gently shook him by the shoulder. He swatted her hand away.

"Get up!" She yelled into his ear. He jumped up instantly, looking around bewildered. Courtney was grabbing her's and Dwayne's belonging as she still sat there motionless.

"I had a dream 'bout you," he finally stated. "I was living at your house and you were yelling at me to make you dinner and clean the fireplace."

"Why would I do that?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. "I was like Cinderella and you were the evil stepsister. I don' wanna be Dwaynerella," he whined.

Courtney stared at him in utter shock. What the heck is he talking about? She wondered. She scratched her head, confused. "Maybe you should lay back down," she suggested. He shook his head, vigorously. "I don't understand," Courtney managed.

"Am I gonna be Dwaynerella when I move in with you?" He asked. Courtney's mouth dropped open. All of their gear hit the floor with a loud thud! Dwayne's familiar green eyes followed it to the floor. "What?" he questioned innocently.

Courtney couldn't tear her eyes from his. She felt loved, but at the same angry. She was proud that Dwayne wanted to move into her house, but he had just found out they were twins. What made him think he could just barge right in? I'm their only child. You can't move in! She screamed in her head, jealously.

"Don't you think it's a little early to be thinking about that?" Courtney angrily snapped at him.

"If you don't want me to move…Well, I just thought…"his voice trailed off as his head dropped shamefully into his lap. Courtney's anger seemed to drain, being filled with guilt. Way to go, Courtney, you just found out you have a brother and your jealously has already hurt his feelings, she thought bitterly.

"Dwayne, you just caught me by surprise. It'd be great to have you live with me. But, I don't know what mom and dad have planned." It felt odd to talk about her parents being their parents.

"Yeah, I just assumed," Dwayne whispered, lifting his head. "Wouldn't it be cool?"

"Yeah," Courtney answered, thinking about how his accent was so different than her own. "Come on, we've got practice. You would've slept clear through it."

He jumped down from his bed and quickly changed. They walked the journey together, laughing about what life would be like, living together. He's so different from us, Courtney thought. His accent, his tan, his manners. She saw him differently now. He wasn't just Dwayne, from her hockey team, anymore. Now, he was Dwayne, her little brother. Those words echoed in her head. Little brother. She was the older "be a good role model" sister now. She liked that feeling.

Coach Bombay had definitely transformed from his evil side, but he still made no hesitation in instructing Dwayne and Courtney extra laps at the end of practice for being late. Courtney didn't care, though. She was just happy she was in California and not Minnesota. She was even glad to see Jo. Normally, seeing Jo at least once a day was enough to make her want to vomit. Not that day.

As Connie collapsed onto her bed, Courtney was full of energy, actually wishing that practice had been longer. There wouldn't be many more. Just tomorrow, and then the big game, Courtney thought sadly. She was startled when she heard her cell phone ring.

"Hello?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Honey! How is your day? Good?" Mrs. Robertson asked, attentively.

"Great! It feels so good to be back!"

"That's good. So, did you tell Dwayne? Did he already know? How did he react?" Courtney mother questioned her,

"I told him, mom. Breath," Courtney laughed. "He was really excited about it. He wants to move in with us. Is he?"

"I'm not sure. Honestly, I hadn't really given it much thought." There was an awkward pause. "Well, I know you have a game against Iceland coming up and I just wanted to wish you luck."

"Thanks, mom."

"Bye," Courtney's mother said, politely, hanging up.

Courtney replaced the phone in its charger as Dwayne entered the room. He had obviously just been swimming. His hair laid on his head in a mess of tangles. That's not a bad idea, Courtney thought. Seeing as how class wasn't to start for at least three hours, she changed into her bathing suit and met Adam at the Coach's old house. Coach Bombay didn't know they were there, but as long as no one else found out, it was okay.

They snuck around the back of the house to the pool. They jumped, gleefully, headfirst into the pool. The giant splash broke the silence.

"This is nice. Just us. No Averman, no Goldberg; no one but you and me," Adam stated, pushing Courtney's lips towards his.

"Yeah, this is great," Courtney whispered, wrapping Adam's arms around her body. She couldn't pull away from his eyes. She was drowning in them, willingly. Adam smiled and kissed her again, this time more passionately. Courtney knew she shouldn't have expected the moment to last very long. A gentle splash of the water beside them made her break away from Adam. She was confused to see a bright orange beach ball floating next to her arm.

"What the heck?" Courtney exclaimed. Adam was pointing towards the small wooden deck that led out to the pool. Courtney spun around and sighed.

"Hey, guys!" Guy waved happily. He set down his towel and slid into the pool. Courtney gaped up at him.

"What're you doing here?" Adam asked hurriedly.

"Swimming," Guy answered, "Duh! Something you're doing. Why?"

"Guy, I don't think you should be here right now. We're not even supposed to be here," Courtney explained, taking reference to Adam and herself. "Is anyone else with you?"

"Connie."

"If that's all then fine. Why'd you even come here in the first place?" Adam mumbled, as if someone else was listening through the fence.

"Connie heard Courtney call you-"

"But she was asleep!" Courtney insisted. She remembered hearing Connie snoring in the background. She had been extra careful about it.

"She heard you. As for other people being here… Well, pretty much everyone is here."

"Crap," Adam alleged. "We can't have them here! They'll destroy this place! We've got to get them to leave."

By that time, Connie had emerged through the gates, accompanied by Russ and Luis. Under Russ' left arm was a six-pack of Cokes. Luis held bags of chips and a container that looked like Ice Cream. Courtney saw Adam's eyes get wide. He looked as if he would faint. Courtney's eyes grew wide too when she saw Jo and Portman walking into the pool area. Now things were bad.

Courtney and Adam tried everything they could to get the team to leave, but no one budges. The whole team, with the exception of Dwayne, Charlie, and Ken had shown up. Courtney and Adam were powerless as they sat and watched their teammates trash a house that none of them lived in.

An hour prior to class, Courtney and Adam left, hoping that they wouldn't be linked to the event. Courtney was sure that someone would complain about that loud party, thanks to Portman who had brought his boom box, next door.

Courtney wasn't surprised when over half of the team didn't show for class, and a few members were late.

"Where is everyone?" Ms. MacKay asked, clearly concerned. "Are they sick?"

"No," Guy answered, "they're swimming.

"But I thought the local pool was closed due to chemical problems in the water?" Ms. MacKay said, thoughtfully.

"Oh, it is," Goldberg assured her. "That's why they're at the Coach's house. He's got a nice pool!"

"Goldberg!" Courtney shouted. She shook her head.

"Oops…" he whispered.

"What!?" Ms. MacKay shouted. She sprinted to a phone hanging on the wall and dialed the phone number of the house that Coach Bombay had once lived in.

"No one's going to pick up," Guy laughed, as if she were stupid.

pressed the speakerphone button and began pacing. She bit her lip, nervously. Courtney listened anxiously to the ringing. They're in big trouble, Courtney thought, slightly happy.

"Party central. Talk to me," it was Jo's voice that finally picked up. Ms. MacKay abruptly stopped in her tracks. Loud rock music thundered behind Jo's voice. Ms. MacKay's expression hardened. Courtney heard Jesse holler and then a big splash.

"Jo, you better get down here this instant," and with saying that, Ms. MacKay disconnected the line.

What members that had shown up for class exchanged glances. They had never seen Ms. MacKay so angry. In fact, Courtney had trouble remembering any time she's seen Ms. MacKay angry at all.

In a huff, she turned to face her class. "Class dismissed!" She yelled. No one needed to be told twice. Courtney bolted to the door with Guy on her heels.

Courtney and Adam thought it better to stay in their room rather than venture to wherever Ms. MacKay and the Coach might have been. Dwayne joined them not long after.

"Y'all were there first, weren't ya? Y'all didn't know all those people'd show up?" he asked, earnestly.

Courtney nodded, hiding under the covers, beside Adam. He buried her in his arms, snuggling under the covers as well. Courtney heard their door snap open, smashing into the wall. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She could tell Adam really was sleeping. Otherwise, his breathing would've been staggered. Courtney couldn't see who had come into the room. All she heard was whispering.

Dwayne finally answered, "No, they were in class. They were there, but left. Let 'em sleep."

Thank you, Dwayne, Courtney thought, appreciatively. She didn't know if anyone else came into their room that day. Dwayne had let Adam and Courtney sleep through the whole day. Courtney awoke in the middle of the night, still wrapped in Adam's arms. She smiled and fell back to sleep, peacefully. Enjoy the peace now, Courtney told herself, because tomorrow's gonna be hell.