Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks probably never will. I only own Bella and Emily.
A/N: This is the sequel to my other Mighty Ducks fic 'The Way Things Are' I'd recommend you read that first, but this can also be read as a stand-alone fic. Please read and review.
ADAM P.O.V
[dream/flashback]
Charlie and I decided to go for a skate. It was early and it was the only thing that we could think of doing if we only had an hour. But when we arrived there was already someone on the ice.
She skated up to us taking off her headphones and shaking out her shoulder length brown hair.
"Hi. I'm Emily MacMillan. Figure-skating, USA." She said cheerfully. Charlie and I just stared at her with their mouths hanging open. She was perfection on ice
"And you would be?"
I was the first to speak, "I'm Adam Banks and this is Charlie Conway. Hockey, Team USA."
"Ah, you're the Ducks, huh?"
"That's us," Charlie grinned.
"Forgive me, but what happened to your arm?" Emily asked me.
"Iceland,"
She shuddered. "Uh don't get me started on those barbarians. They want to win, and they'll play dirty to do it. Did no one warn you?"
"Not really, no."
"Well I best be going, good luck with the rest of the competition you guys," she said smiling then put her headphones back on and skated off.
[end flashback/dream]
That's when I woke up.
"Shit," I whispered looking down at my arousal. This always happened when I dreamt about her these days. The dreams usually differed from that to when we won the Goodwill Games and she came to congratulate us or some fictional reality where we're madly in love.
My alarm beeped.
8.45. What the fuck?
I rushed down stairs into Coach Bombay and Ms Mackay's room. Shaking them awake.
"Coach, Coach. I need a ride. First day of sophomore year remember?" I said.
"Geez, Banks what time is it?" Coach groaned.
"Sophomore year, I need a ride to the dorms, ring a bell? Ding-a-ling."
"Well, where are all your things? I'll drive you," Ms Mackay said, rolling over.
"About having all my things…"
"C'mon Banksie."
"Oi, you're the adults here," I said putting my arms in the air.
"Just blade up there with Charlie or something, we'll drop your things off later."
"Fine, see ya later Coach, Ms Ma-, I mean, Michele, Gordon."
…
"Heard from Bells lately?" I asked Charlie as we made our way to school.
"Yeah, she went back to school yesterday, something about showing a new girl around."
"The new girl, did Bells tell you anything about her?"
"A little. She's a figure skater. Won some gold medals, all that shit."
"Charlie Conway, are you by chance worried that some new girl is going to take away your celebrity athlete position?" I mocked.
"Shut up, Banks."
"What's her name?"
"Forgot."
"Typical," I murmured.
"What was that Cake Eater?"
"Oi," I said feigning mock hurt as I gestured at my peewee jersey and jeans.
"Sorry, my bad. What was that person of average wealth?" he countered as we entered the dorm building un-doing our blades and trudging up to the room.
"When's your mum dropping of your stuff?"
"Not 'til tomorrow."
"So we're stuck with no blankets, no sheets, no clean clothes, no shoes, no school things and…"
"No acknowledgement of your sister," Bella interjected entering the room.
"Hey Bells," I said giving her a hug. "How was your summer."
"Utterly horrible," she announced dramatically dropping onto Charlie's bed, (well the one he was sitting on anyway). "We spent them in Bordeaux again…"
"Cake Eater," Charlie coughed. Bella stuck her tongue out and continued her rant.
"Ollie brought his new girlfriend, and she is the most infuriating woman I have ever met, she treats me like I'm three. Anyways," she said smoothing out her blouse and denim skirt. "Coach Orion wants us in the locker room in 15 minutes. 'Cause congrats Charlie, you made Varsity. Oh, and Ads he wants you there too he spoke to the doctors and they said you could help coach with him."
"Yeah sure, I can sit on the sidelines singing 'it's a small world' whilst the rest of you are doing what I should being doing. Just fucking great." But Bella had already left.
"C'mon Banksie," Charlie said. "It's a start."
"Whatever."
"C'mon let's go, this is gonna be a good year Banks. For all of us. It's gonna be good year."