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Chapter 9
ADAM'S P.O.V
After waking up next to Julie, I thought my life was perfect, that was until I remembered the ducks weren't apart of my new life though one condolence being that I still had Julie. I had briefly called in at my dorm to change into clean clothes and collect my hockey gear that I would need for practice later on that morning.
On the way to the rink, I could sense Julie's uneasiness. As I took her hand in mine I could feel the clammy, shakiness of her normally tender hands. Her reactions were sharp and abrupt. I wanted so much to reassure her as much as I could but the fact that I too felt incredibly nervous, my stomach churning and my knees giving way at every available opportunity gave me little chance.
Luckily we were the first of the team to arrive. We each tossed our belongings on the bleaches and replaced our street skates with ice skates, slipping our protective gear on. We skated around together a few times before she headed to the goal where she did her normal stretches. When I felt my muscles were ready I grabbed a few pucks from my own bag, not really knowing where the college's pucks where kept and not particularly wanting to go and hunt for them, I threw them down on the ice and began taking shots at Julie.
By now I felt more at ease, no matter what was going on in my world, skating had always soothed me. Taking part in her old routine seemed to relax Julie too, helping her stop more of my shots. The ice was completely empty bar the two of us, making memories come flooding through the gates our loneliness had created. I stopped next to Julie and took a sip of her water. Looking out at the ice I could visualize the rest of the ducks.
Portman and Fulton bashing another player into the boards, Kenny provoking the other players, Charlie practicing his triple deek, Dwaine roping that Iceland guy in the goodwill games, Averman taking many a fall, Goldberg talking trash to the ref's and other players, Luis speed skating chasing the puck then crashing into the goalie, Russ and his knucklepuck, Connie skating rings around Guy and tormenting him, but most of all the memory of us all becoming family and working together.
"Adam, Adam". Julie waved her hand in front of my face.
"Huh, what"? I answered soon falling with a bump back down to reality.
"You ok"? She asked gently.
"Oh, yeah". I erased as many of the memories as I could, thinking about the ducks was only making the transition away from them even harder.
"You just seemed a little out of it there for a second". She responded.
"I was sort of".
"Why? What were you thinking about"?
"Nothing in particular, just how empty this place seemed". I brushed her answer aside, not wanting to make her anymore depressed about our whole situation than we were already.
"Oh". Was her only answer as she hit the puck out into centre ice.
I didn't know what to say or if anything I did say would be of any use to her. I knew that she was missing Connie more than anything. There were things she just couldn't talk to me about, she probably wanted to talk to her about us, our situation and where she thought we should go from here.
I didn't want us to become just a one night stand, but I didn't want to force any commitment her way. She might not want to get too serious. Thinking this way got my own thoughts ticking. Did she want us to be just a one night stand, did she want us to get serious, were we just having fun until one of us met someone else or was it that we were using each other because we only had each other at the moment.
"Adam, you gonna keep shooting or am I just gonna save thin air". She laughed. The first time I'd seen her crack a smile since we left her room.
"Well, I dunno, maybe you just can't save my shots". I gave her a little hug before skating after the puck and taking more shots at her.
Well, only a few more chapters to go. PLEASE R&R!!!
Chapter 9
ADAM'S P.O.V
After waking up next to Julie, I thought my life was perfect, that was until I remembered the ducks weren't apart of my new life though one condolence being that I still had Julie. I had briefly called in at my dorm to change into clean clothes and collect my hockey gear that I would need for practice later on that morning.
On the way to the rink, I could sense Julie's uneasiness. As I took her hand in mine I could feel the clammy, shakiness of her normally tender hands. Her reactions were sharp and abrupt. I wanted so much to reassure her as much as I could but the fact that I too felt incredibly nervous, my stomach churning and my knees giving way at every available opportunity gave me little chance.
Luckily we were the first of the team to arrive. We each tossed our belongings on the bleaches and replaced our street skates with ice skates, slipping our protective gear on. We skated around together a few times before she headed to the goal where she did her normal stretches. When I felt my muscles were ready I grabbed a few pucks from my own bag, not really knowing where the college's pucks where kept and not particularly wanting to go and hunt for them, I threw them down on the ice and began taking shots at Julie.
By now I felt more at ease, no matter what was going on in my world, skating had always soothed me. Taking part in her old routine seemed to relax Julie too, helping her stop more of my shots. The ice was completely empty bar the two of us, making memories come flooding through the gates our loneliness had created. I stopped next to Julie and took a sip of her water. Looking out at the ice I could visualize the rest of the ducks.
Portman and Fulton bashing another player into the boards, Kenny provoking the other players, Charlie practicing his triple deek, Dwaine roping that Iceland guy in the goodwill games, Averman taking many a fall, Goldberg talking trash to the ref's and other players, Luis speed skating chasing the puck then crashing into the goalie, Russ and his knucklepuck, Connie skating rings around Guy and tormenting him, but most of all the memory of us all becoming family and working together.
"Adam, Adam". Julie waved her hand in front of my face.
"Huh, what"? I answered soon falling with a bump back down to reality.
"You ok"? She asked gently.
"Oh, yeah". I erased as many of the memories as I could, thinking about the ducks was only making the transition away from them even harder.
"You just seemed a little out of it there for a second". She responded.
"I was sort of".
"Why? What were you thinking about"?
"Nothing in particular, just how empty this place seemed". I brushed her answer aside, not wanting to make her anymore depressed about our whole situation than we were already.
"Oh". Was her only answer as she hit the puck out into centre ice.
I didn't know what to say or if anything I did say would be of any use to her. I knew that she was missing Connie more than anything. There were things she just couldn't talk to me about, she probably wanted to talk to her about us, our situation and where she thought we should go from here.
I didn't want us to become just a one night stand, but I didn't want to force any commitment her way. She might not want to get too serious. Thinking this way got my own thoughts ticking. Did she want us to be just a one night stand, did she want us to get serious, were we just having fun until one of us met someone else or was it that we were using each other because we only had each other at the moment.
"Adam, you gonna keep shooting or am I just gonna save thin air". She laughed. The first time I'd seen her crack a smile since we left her room.
"Well, I dunno, maybe you just can't save my shots". I gave her a little hug before skating after the puck and taking more shots at her.
Well, only a few more chapters to go. PLEASE R&R!!!