The Queen of Hearts

Chapter 1: Waiting

By aznJEDI13

Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks, I own the plot line. Just pure amateur fan fiction about Guy and Connie for the pleasure of fans like myself.

Note: The following is a subscript of what I thought was going on behind the other stuff in D3 and it continues and concludes with what proceeded. I tried not to write anything offensive, I've been subject to a lot of derogatory criticism because of my opinionated writing style thus I hope I didn't offend anyone. Sorry I don't have time to check grammar or sentence structure or any of that lovely stuff. Sorry about the mistakes!!!

This is in Connie's point of view.

"…So we laugh, and we smile. And we play our games of sweet denial…"

Guy laughs from across the table. He smiles for a split second and then hides his smile from me. What a shame, I miss that smile. The boyish yet mature adult smirk. I sit by Duane, my only friend through this torture. To one side are Julie and Adam and then Charlie and Linda.

Guy sits alone, no not really alone, but in my opinion alone. His arm is tenderly and gingerly around this lone girl. Not his type, not his girl, and not me.

And that reminds me, Duane's arm twitches from around my shoulders, asleep or numb, one of those, it reminds me I too in a sense am alone. Searching for the love I gave away and the boy who hurt me. He sits across from me, but that boy is not he, the image in front of me is the vague picture of that boy and the splitting image of what he has become, the man he has become.

It reminds me of what I lost, what he lost, how we both lost it…

I had caught him. He had been there with that girl, just the two of them. I had seen them. He had called it an innocent friendly talk; I had accused and called it flirting. He had said it was a pat on the back, I had called it an intimate gesture. He had said he was sorry and that his intentions were only out of kindness. I forced him to see that from my point of view it had been betrayal and then leaned away from his kiss.

He had confessed that I, Connie Moreau, was and would always be the only one for him, but ignorantly and selfishly, I had said it was over and threw away the best thing of my young life. It had begun so fast, innocent flirting in the first grade, an innocent peck on the cheek in the second, a sweet kiss in the third, intimate relations from there.

After the incident and horrible break up, I had managed to avoid him for a long time; occasionally we'd meet at hockey practice and school. But each time I managed to pull away and eventually there was nothing to salvage from our submerging relationship. From time to time, he would challenge me, confront me, but nothing more; he was as scared as I was in the terms of friendship.

We never wanted to be friends, we had always wanted something more and now we couldn't settle for second best, especially when we knew what number one was.

My first real conversation with him was when all the ducks had gathered to accept the scholarship to Eden Hall. I had somehow, probably thanks to those ducks that were irritated by the annoying and evil silence, coincidentally ended up standing next to him.

He had changed, his voice was deeper, his hair shorter, he was a little taller, and he know longer looked at me, I realized for the first time, the first of many times, with love, but he didn't look at me with hate either. He looked at me and I saw forgiveness in the depths of those blue pools.

Coach Bombay had called us together and after the scholarship acceptance we had a few minutes to spare while he went off to talk to Charlie. Julie and Adam were flirting so innocently and Guy was swept in a conversation with Goldberg. Yet occasionally I saw his eyes wander to me and dance in that oh so familiar way that I missed.

His eyes had always been the key to his soul. His eyes were the most beautiful part about him.

My reverie was interrupted eventually by Duane Robertson sticking a hand in my face, "Hey there lil'lady."

His Texas accent was rough and macho, any girl would love it, but I'm not any girl- I'm Guy's girl- or at least I used to be. But slowly, the accent has begun to grow on me these past week times I've seen him, watched him.

"Hi Duane."

He tipped his cowboy hat to me, smiling a wide, robust grin, "So, you and Guy aren't together anymore?"

I managed the smallest smile I could muster under the circumstances of Guy's wandering eyes and Duane protruding question, "Yeah…"

He laughed ever so slowly, teasing -- flirting -- with me.

I looked at him with an tensed, pensive brow before exploding into my own fit of laughter, "How could you tell?"

He chuckled again and took off his hat, "Well for one, you seem pretty…distant from him and his buddies…not from me of course." He took my hand and began to play with my petite fingers, glancing up for my reaction.

I nodded in approval and smiled brighter, "Of course not." I teased back, innocently playing with my words.

And, all the while I watched Guy Germaine's envious glances come my way.

I smile at Duane, as a tear reaches the corner of my eye, it falls ever so slightly and he wipes it away. However, he will never know the reason of my tear, the existence of that salty drop, but I will. Because I know, no matter how many times I'll deny it, now that truly in my heart, I have not given up on Guy and he has yet to give up on me.

But then, there's this new guy, this new stranger in my life, what to think, what to do, who to choose…

I smile at Duane, knowing this is just the beginning and continue to watch Guy's eyes dance to me as his jealous, angry emotions play across his face.

My heart whispers, slightly…

I'm waiting.

To be continued…

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