~* I own nothing, though I would not have a problem with taking Portman if Disney has spare. I'm thinking of making a series of make out game stories I may have suck and blow and marshmallow on a string too, but I'm going to need some other pairings, so if there's anyone you'd like to see together please let me know. *~
Portman's POV
Define irony, as punishment for making the 'must kiss members of the same sex' rule I made in spin the bottle, the team decided to pull it over to seven minutes in heaven. After Banks took off Jesse called a game change, so there I sat, in the closet with Fulton. You know I just realized that works on two different levels. Hmmm how odd.
"How long do we have left?" I asked him with a slightly annoyed tone
I saw the light go on, on his watch and heard a loud sigh
"Four minutes and eleven seconds.
"Damn it. How'd we get stuck with this?"
"You were hoping to see some Connie, Julie action." Fulton accused
"Not really, it coulda had that blonde chick, what's her name Tammy?"
"Yeah Tammy. Three minutes twenty eight seconds."
"You know they're gonna be pissed if they open the door and we're not kissing."
"Well they'll have too…" He never did get to finish that sentence and I'm glad he didn't try or else he more then likely would've bitten my lip off.
Our tongues were still engaged in the sweet wrestling, when the door opened and light began to flood the closet. We walked out swiftly having broken apart the very instant that the dark solitude of the closet was shattered. I noticed Charlie and Banks still weren't back yet and that struck me as very odd. Banksie's usually in bed by now, being that all star centers need their rest.
I didn't have time to worry about our captain and his best friend however because I was other wise distracted by the look mine was giving me. Fulton was the only one on the team that knew my deepest secret, the only one I trusted with it. He was the only person in Minnesota the knew Dean Portman, violent enforcer and all around tough guy, dated both sexes. How did he know that? Simple we started seeing each other during the Goodwill games. But that didn't last to long we wound up slitting up the night before I went back to Chicago. I have to tell you that was quite possibly the hardest break up I'd ever been through and we'd all been seeing each other for like sixteen days ten hours and twenty two minutes. Okay so I got a little obsessive big deal, I thought I was in love.
Everyone thought that the reason I decided against Eden Hall at the beginning of freshmen year was because Bombay left, in truth I was just trying to avoid seeing Fulton again. It hurt to much really, Fulton Reed broke my heart. When I rejoined the Ducks everyone was excited I was too, I mean I had missed my friends, the guys back in Illinois treated my different since I became and international champion, the rest of team U.S.A. didn't give a shit though because they'd been there and done that. So I unpacked my bag and settled into my new room, a room with Fulton sleeping on the other side. So many nights I just wanted to scream. I wanted us to get back together you know. But I knew he didn't want the rest of the Ducks to know about it and gossip travels far in a school like Eden Hall, so I never approached him to rekindle the relationship we once had. Plus there was the every present factor that being a Bash Brother somehow makes a sex symbol. You have no idea how pissed I got every time some bimbo came to the room looking for him. But then sometimes I felt worse when they came looking for me, I realized I was just leading the on, I could never care for them.
So here I was three days before graduation, a week before I was going home for good and I was kicking myself for not saying anything. The thought of it was making me increasingly depressed and suddenly I wasn't in the mood to party as walked from the living room to Jesse's room where I was sleeping. I crawled into my sleeping bag a dejected hunk of muscle and frowned. That was until bedroom door slung open and Fulton walked in with his sleeping bag. He was supposed to stay in Terry's room but apparently he changed his mind as he laid it down so close to mine he was practically on top of me.
"You know I had almost forgot how good of a kisser you were." He conceded staring at the ceiling
"I've got talent I know." Alright I was in love but I wasn't one for sap, I really never have been nor will I ever be.
"Why didn't we ever try again?"
"Because I didn't think you wanted to, plus you always had some babe or another hanging on you."
"Me, you had a different date every night. Damn Portman you were worse then Luis our freshmen year. I always thought you didn't wanna give it another shot."
"So if we both still want each other, then why aren't we together?"
"No clue."
"Good then we are again." Oh boy I hoped I wasn't getting ahead of myself there
"Okay." And when he leaned over and kissed me the years seemed to lift, we hadn't been separated at all, we were still twelve years old, holding hands as we skated instead of running extra drills like we told everyone we were going to. The girls in high school never existed. It was the kind of kiss you always read about in those cheesy romance novels, watch in the those stupid chick flicks. The kind of kiss that made me wish I'd said something sooner.
Portman's POV
Define irony, as punishment for making the 'must kiss members of the same sex' rule I made in spin the bottle, the team decided to pull it over to seven minutes in heaven. After Banks took off Jesse called a game change, so there I sat, in the closet with Fulton. You know I just realized that works on two different levels. Hmmm how odd.
"How long do we have left?" I asked him with a slightly annoyed tone
I saw the light go on, on his watch and heard a loud sigh
"Four minutes and eleven seconds.
"Damn it. How'd we get stuck with this?"
"You were hoping to see some Connie, Julie action." Fulton accused
"Not really, it coulda had that blonde chick, what's her name Tammy?"
"Yeah Tammy. Three minutes twenty eight seconds."
"You know they're gonna be pissed if they open the door and we're not kissing."
"Well they'll have too…" He never did get to finish that sentence and I'm glad he didn't try or else he more then likely would've bitten my lip off.
Our tongues were still engaged in the sweet wrestling, when the door opened and light began to flood the closet. We walked out swiftly having broken apart the very instant that the dark solitude of the closet was shattered. I noticed Charlie and Banks still weren't back yet and that struck me as very odd. Banksie's usually in bed by now, being that all star centers need their rest.
I didn't have time to worry about our captain and his best friend however because I was other wise distracted by the look mine was giving me. Fulton was the only one on the team that knew my deepest secret, the only one I trusted with it. He was the only person in Minnesota the knew Dean Portman, violent enforcer and all around tough guy, dated both sexes. How did he know that? Simple we started seeing each other during the Goodwill games. But that didn't last to long we wound up slitting up the night before I went back to Chicago. I have to tell you that was quite possibly the hardest break up I'd ever been through and we'd all been seeing each other for like sixteen days ten hours and twenty two minutes. Okay so I got a little obsessive big deal, I thought I was in love.
Everyone thought that the reason I decided against Eden Hall at the beginning of freshmen year was because Bombay left, in truth I was just trying to avoid seeing Fulton again. It hurt to much really, Fulton Reed broke my heart. When I rejoined the Ducks everyone was excited I was too, I mean I had missed my friends, the guys back in Illinois treated my different since I became and international champion, the rest of team U.S.A. didn't give a shit though because they'd been there and done that. So I unpacked my bag and settled into my new room, a room with Fulton sleeping on the other side. So many nights I just wanted to scream. I wanted us to get back together you know. But I knew he didn't want the rest of the Ducks to know about it and gossip travels far in a school like Eden Hall, so I never approached him to rekindle the relationship we once had. Plus there was the every present factor that being a Bash Brother somehow makes a sex symbol. You have no idea how pissed I got every time some bimbo came to the room looking for him. But then sometimes I felt worse when they came looking for me, I realized I was just leading the on, I could never care for them.
So here I was three days before graduation, a week before I was going home for good and I was kicking myself for not saying anything. The thought of it was making me increasingly depressed and suddenly I wasn't in the mood to party as walked from the living room to Jesse's room where I was sleeping. I crawled into my sleeping bag a dejected hunk of muscle and frowned. That was until bedroom door slung open and Fulton walked in with his sleeping bag. He was supposed to stay in Terry's room but apparently he changed his mind as he laid it down so close to mine he was practically on top of me.
"You know I had almost forgot how good of a kisser you were." He conceded staring at the ceiling
"I've got talent I know." Alright I was in love but I wasn't one for sap, I really never have been nor will I ever be.
"Why didn't we ever try again?"
"Because I didn't think you wanted to, plus you always had some babe or another hanging on you."
"Me, you had a different date every night. Damn Portman you were worse then Luis our freshmen year. I always thought you didn't wanna give it another shot."
"So if we both still want each other, then why aren't we together?"
"No clue."
"Good then we are again." Oh boy I hoped I wasn't getting ahead of myself there
"Okay." And when he leaned over and kissed me the years seemed to lift, we hadn't been separated at all, we were still twelve years old, holding hands as we skated instead of running extra drills like we told everyone we were going to. The girls in high school never existed. It was the kind of kiss you always read about in those cheesy romance novels, watch in the those stupid chick flicks. The kind of kiss that made me wish I'd said something sooner.