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Chapter 8
JULIE'S P.O.V
I awoke the following morning to feel warmth at the nape of my neck. The morning sun streamed through the window. I hated getting up, leaving the warmth of my duvet behind, more so this morning as Adam was laid by my side. His arm slung over my waist and his feet popping out at the end of the bed.
I suddenly felt his arm twitch slightly, the his chest. I tensed up, not wanting to move incase I woke him. I contemplated whether or not I should turn over so I could at least see him. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I turned to see two sleepy sea blue eyes staring straight back at me. I was so startled I fell straight off the small single bed. I could hear a faint stifle of a giggle as I sat up resting my head on the side of the bed.
"Don't ever do that again". I laughed as I climbed back in bed.
"Or you'll do what"? Adam teased as he rested his arm on my stomach again.
"Or, I'll never kiss you again". I replied keeping my face completely emotionless.
"NO, not that". He lifted his arm and rested it over his forehead acting like a damsel in distress.
"You'll never be a Bruce Willis". I said starting to get out of bed, but he pulled me back.
"Ok, I promise". He gave in as he rubbed his lips against mine.
"I love it when I win". I kissed him back.
I felt totally at ease when I was with him, I needn't act like I was this tomboy, who could beat seven bells of shit out of any guy who thought I was this damsel in distress who needed rescuing by them
I laid next to him, my head resting gently on his chest and upper arm. The feeling of his body next to mine made me feel content. I had never felt this way with anyone. Not even with Scooter who I had, had a little high school romance with.
"Now, here's a question for you"? He spoke eventually, erasing any thoughts I was having from my mind as I devoted all whole attention to him. "Do we lay here until it's time to get ready for practice, or do we get up now and go get some extra practice in"?
"Do you even need to ask". I answered wistfully
"Just checking". He replied as he began kissing my neck gently making me giggle.
After another half an hour laid in my bed, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed. Adam pulled his pants on over his boxers and slipped his skates back on. He had to go back to his dorm to grab his hockey stuff, promising me he'd be back in 15 minutes. Before he left I snuck my head around the door to check that the coast was clear for him.
When he had left I went for a shower, all the time I didn't stop thinking about Adam. I'd had the best time of my life with him last night. I felt like I was walking on air, I had no need to hide my feelings for him no longer. In fact I wanted to go onto the roof of the tallest building in LA and shout my feelings out loud for him.
As he promised he returned within the 15 minutes he had given himself. He just walked through the door as I was slipping my skates on and putting my ice skates in my bag with all my pads and stick.
"So you ready to meet the new team"? He asked me trying his hardest to reassure me through is own doubts.
"As ready as I'll ever be". I answered taking the offer of his hand as we skated out of my dorm.
"Who knows they might be even better than the ducks"! he joked, knowing that no-one could be as good as the ducks.
"Yeah and I'm really Madonna". I joked back.
Joking was the only thing we could do now, either that or wallow in our own thoughts and drift into depression. I would never be ready to meet the team who were taking me away from my beloved ducks. I hadn't really asked Adam how he felt, all I knew was how I felt, but soon realized as we skated toward the ice rink that he must be feeling just as bad if not worse. He'd been closer to the original ducks for a few more years than myself, they were all he'd got, his father bent on Adam's success wasn't really what you could call a father. There was no denying that he didn't love his son, but the ducks had been his real family and always would be.
We entered the rink nervously, hoping that none of the new team were there yet. The smell of the ice seemed to relax us. Thankfully there was no-one hanging around yet, leaving us the whole rink to ourselves.
Well, what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!
Chapter 8
JULIE'S P.O.V
I awoke the following morning to feel warmth at the nape of my neck. The morning sun streamed through the window. I hated getting up, leaving the warmth of my duvet behind, more so this morning as Adam was laid by my side. His arm slung over my waist and his feet popping out at the end of the bed.
I suddenly felt his arm twitch slightly, the his chest. I tensed up, not wanting to move incase I woke him. I contemplated whether or not I should turn over so I could at least see him. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I turned to see two sleepy sea blue eyes staring straight back at me. I was so startled I fell straight off the small single bed. I could hear a faint stifle of a giggle as I sat up resting my head on the side of the bed.
"Don't ever do that again". I laughed as I climbed back in bed.
"Or you'll do what"? Adam teased as he rested his arm on my stomach again.
"Or, I'll never kiss you again". I replied keeping my face completely emotionless.
"NO, not that". He lifted his arm and rested it over his forehead acting like a damsel in distress.
"You'll never be a Bruce Willis". I said starting to get out of bed, but he pulled me back.
"Ok, I promise". He gave in as he rubbed his lips against mine.
"I love it when I win". I kissed him back.
I felt totally at ease when I was with him, I needn't act like I was this tomboy, who could beat seven bells of shit out of any guy who thought I was this damsel in distress who needed rescuing by them
I laid next to him, my head resting gently on his chest and upper arm. The feeling of his body next to mine made me feel content. I had never felt this way with anyone. Not even with Scooter who I had, had a little high school romance with.
"Now, here's a question for you"? He spoke eventually, erasing any thoughts I was having from my mind as I devoted all whole attention to him. "Do we lay here until it's time to get ready for practice, or do we get up now and go get some extra practice in"?
"Do you even need to ask". I answered wistfully
"Just checking". He replied as he began kissing my neck gently making me giggle.
After another half an hour laid in my bed, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed. Adam pulled his pants on over his boxers and slipped his skates back on. He had to go back to his dorm to grab his hockey stuff, promising me he'd be back in 15 minutes. Before he left I snuck my head around the door to check that the coast was clear for him.
When he had left I went for a shower, all the time I didn't stop thinking about Adam. I'd had the best time of my life with him last night. I felt like I was walking on air, I had no need to hide my feelings for him no longer. In fact I wanted to go onto the roof of the tallest building in LA and shout my feelings out loud for him.
As he promised he returned within the 15 minutes he had given himself. He just walked through the door as I was slipping my skates on and putting my ice skates in my bag with all my pads and stick.
"So you ready to meet the new team"? He asked me trying his hardest to reassure me through is own doubts.
"As ready as I'll ever be". I answered taking the offer of his hand as we skated out of my dorm.
"Who knows they might be even better than the ducks"! he joked, knowing that no-one could be as good as the ducks.
"Yeah and I'm really Madonna". I joked back.
Joking was the only thing we could do now, either that or wallow in our own thoughts and drift into depression. I would never be ready to meet the team who were taking me away from my beloved ducks. I hadn't really asked Adam how he felt, all I knew was how I felt, but soon realized as we skated toward the ice rink that he must be feeling just as bad if not worse. He'd been closer to the original ducks for a few more years than myself, they were all he'd got, his father bent on Adam's success wasn't really what you could call a father. There was no denying that he didn't love his son, but the ducks had been his real family and always would be.
We entered the rink nervously, hoping that none of the new team were there yet. The smell of the ice seemed to relax us. Thankfully there was no-one hanging around yet, leaving us the whole rink to ourselves.
Well, what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!