:::Portman's POV:::
The summer was shaping up to be, kind of boring, considering the year that I had just had. What could be better than being away from home, and playing hockey with my best friends all year long? I was having fun though, mostly enjoying the no school part. That night I was going to a party that one of my friends from junior high was throwing. I was looking forward to it.
When I got there I noticed some of my old team mates standing back in a corner. I decided to go up and talk to them.
"Hey." I said, loudly, over the music.
"Portman!" One of my friends, Eric said giving me a high five.
"Hey, fellas. Whats up?"
"Were uh, just chillin'." He answered. "You want some?" He asked holding up a bottle, of what looked to be...yup, it was...beer.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm a tough guy, but I don't need to drink to look cool. "Hey, man. Why you doin' that kinda stuff?" I asked.
"It's cool, Dean." He answered, in a whisper.
I shook my head.
"So, what? You go off to some pretty-boy school for a year, and suddenly you think your too good for us? Your one of us. This is where you belong." He shot back.
I don't know where this came from, I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "Quack."
"What the heck?" He asked, surprised.
I shook my head. "You wouldn't get it." I said as I turned to walk away.
The evening wasn't a total bust. I danced with five hot girls, and I got three of their numbers. Summer life in Chicago was good.
When I got home that night I have an e-mail from the ducks yahoo group, and yes we have a yahoo group, it was Ken's idea. He's our internet guru, anyway....when I got back Luis had e-mailed the group. I didn't believe what I was reading.
Hola Ducks,
greetings from hell on earth, AKA, Miami. guess what, you'll never guess so I'll just tell you. My dad is getting remarried, in like, a week. Things suck here. But my step mom is turning out to be kinda nice. But for the rest of the summer I have to go live with my crazy Aunt Estrella...you guys don't wanna know. Anywayz, just checking in, what is everybody else up to? wbs
-luis
His dad was getting married? Last time I heard Luis' dad was wealth and unattached. Strange. I decided to write back.
man, that sucks. What is up with that? I just got back from a party, I quacked at some of the guys from my old team, crazy stuff huh? later days
-Portman
:::Adam's view:::
That day we were all playing a game of street hockey. I got their early to skate around. I guess that Connie had the same idea, because she was the second one to show up.
"Hey, Banks." She said as she sat down to put on her skates. "Julie told me she's been talking to you."
I grinned and shook my head. "Yeah, so?"
"So...?" She asked, hinting at me to give her more information.
"Your so nosy." I joked.
"I'm a girl. It's my job." She joked.
"So how are things with you and Guy?" I asked.
Connie shot me a look that said it all.
"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine." I joked.
"Thanks, Cake eater." She smiled.
Soon after that everyone started to arrive, and we started to play.
I was having fun, even though my wrist had been bothering me lately. I didn't really feel like brining it up to anyone.
"Adam, whats up with your wrist man?" Fulton asked, when we were taking a break.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
Fulton gave me a look. What was up with everyone and the way they were giving me looks today?
"What?" I asked, taking another gulp of water.
"It's swollen, man. You should lay off it for a while." He suggested.
I sighed. Maybe he was right. Hockey season was coming up faster than we all realized. It was sophomore year, we were going to be the varsity, because the former team had been composed entirely of seniors, who had just graduated. It was going to be a lot of pressure. We were going to be playing harder, bigger, teams. But I knew we were up to the challenge.
~*~*~*~*~
The end...I was bored, I wanted to start moving this fic along- it's probably gonna be a 15 chapter one.....and then we'll move on to the sequel...it's about sophomore year and well- we'll get into that later!
The summer was shaping up to be, kind of boring, considering the year that I had just had. What could be better than being away from home, and playing hockey with my best friends all year long? I was having fun though, mostly enjoying the no school part. That night I was going to a party that one of my friends from junior high was throwing. I was looking forward to it.
When I got there I noticed some of my old team mates standing back in a corner. I decided to go up and talk to them.
"Hey." I said, loudly, over the music.
"Portman!" One of my friends, Eric said giving me a high five.
"Hey, fellas. Whats up?"
"Were uh, just chillin'." He answered. "You want some?" He asked holding up a bottle, of what looked to be...yup, it was...beer.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm a tough guy, but I don't need to drink to look cool. "Hey, man. Why you doin' that kinda stuff?" I asked.
"It's cool, Dean." He answered, in a whisper.
I shook my head.
"So, what? You go off to some pretty-boy school for a year, and suddenly you think your too good for us? Your one of us. This is where you belong." He shot back.
I don't know where this came from, I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "Quack."
"What the heck?" He asked, surprised.
I shook my head. "You wouldn't get it." I said as I turned to walk away.
The evening wasn't a total bust. I danced with five hot girls, and I got three of their numbers. Summer life in Chicago was good.
When I got home that night I have an e-mail from the ducks yahoo group, and yes we have a yahoo group, it was Ken's idea. He's our internet guru, anyway....when I got back Luis had e-mailed the group. I didn't believe what I was reading.
Hola Ducks,
greetings from hell on earth, AKA, Miami. guess what, you'll never guess so I'll just tell you. My dad is getting remarried, in like, a week. Things suck here. But my step mom is turning out to be kinda nice. But for the rest of the summer I have to go live with my crazy Aunt Estrella...you guys don't wanna know. Anywayz, just checking in, what is everybody else up to? wbs
-luis
His dad was getting married? Last time I heard Luis' dad was wealth and unattached. Strange. I decided to write back.
man, that sucks. What is up with that? I just got back from a party, I quacked at some of the guys from my old team, crazy stuff huh? later days
-Portman
:::Adam's view:::
That day we were all playing a game of street hockey. I got their early to skate around. I guess that Connie had the same idea, because she was the second one to show up.
"Hey, Banks." She said as she sat down to put on her skates. "Julie told me she's been talking to you."
I grinned and shook my head. "Yeah, so?"
"So...?" She asked, hinting at me to give her more information.
"Your so nosy." I joked.
"I'm a girl. It's my job." She joked.
"So how are things with you and Guy?" I asked.
Connie shot me a look that said it all.
"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine." I joked.
"Thanks, Cake eater." She smiled.
Soon after that everyone started to arrive, and we started to play.
I was having fun, even though my wrist had been bothering me lately. I didn't really feel like brining it up to anyone.
"Adam, whats up with your wrist man?" Fulton asked, when we were taking a break.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
Fulton gave me a look. What was up with everyone and the way they were giving me looks today?
"What?" I asked, taking another gulp of water.
"It's swollen, man. You should lay off it for a while." He suggested.
I sighed. Maybe he was right. Hockey season was coming up faster than we all realized. It was sophomore year, we were going to be the varsity, because the former team had been composed entirely of seniors, who had just graduated. It was going to be a lot of pressure. We were going to be playing harder, bigger, teams. But I knew we were up to the challenge.
~*~*~*~*~
The end...I was bored, I wanted to start moving this fic along- it's probably gonna be a 15 chapter one.....and then we'll move on to the sequel...it's about sophomore year and well- we'll get into that later!