Portman's POV
I couldn't believe my time as a Duck was already over, the past six years had passed so quickly, my time with Fulton had passed to quickly. The next day I'd be boarding a plane back to Chicago and only God knew when I'd see him again. I was sitting at my desk doodling in my notebook, trying to think of anything but the hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. Fulton was sitting on his bed, I think he was trying to do the same.
"Dean you're going to call me as soon as you get home tomorrow." There is a short list of people that are allowed to call me Dean, but nothing sounded better then my name being spoken from his mouth.
I got up from my seat and crossed the room, plopping onto the floor beside his bed
"Bet you ass, before I even put my luggage away."
"I really wish you didn't have to go." He leaned over the edge pf the bed so his head was inches from mine
"I know, me too. I can't hang around here for the rest of my life."
"Yeah, I guess not. It would work for me though."
I sighed as a wisp of Fulton's long dark hair grazed my cheek
"It seems like we let the past five years go to waste."
My fellow Bash Brother nodded
"I know what you mean. We're finally back together and we only got a week with each other."
I turned around so I was facing him, bringing my hands up to either side of his face, holding it still.
"I'm gonna care about you no matter where I am or how far apart we are."
"And everyone thinks you're just a stupid jock, I could maim people for thinking that about you."
"I know and you're just so sweet." I batted my eye lashes and him and ducked to a void the pillow coming in my direction "We should get to bed, we gotta get up early to see Banksie and Catlady off first thing."
"I know." Fulton crawled to the end of bed and hit the light switch, causing dark shadows to fall over the dorm room. "Good night."
"Night." I kissed him on the cheek and headed to my bed.
The next morning my alarm clock started the day with full volume version of 'Gene in a bottle'. I don't know who in their right or wrong mind decided to set my clock radio to the pop station, but they will die. I hope their satisfied knowing it was hurled across the room to it's death. It hit the wall with a crash, causing Fulton to jump awake and fall out of bed. I've got to say he looked pretty good all fog bound and disheveled like that.
"What the hell was that?" I could tell by the way he asked his heart was pounding like a jack hammer, from fright.
"My alarm, it had the nerve to wake me up with Christina Aguleria." I groaned sitting up. Then changing my mind I laid back down
My boy friend smiled slightly and picked himself up off the floor
"We've gotta be at the parking lot in an hour, what do you wanna do till then?"
"I assume sleep is outa the question."
"Pretty much."
"Breakfast at Joes?" I was talking about the little café diner a few blocks from the school. It wasn't as good as the one Charlie's mom worked at but it was closer. Making it a common hang out for Eden Hall students and recent alumni like us.
"You paying?"
"I suppose since it's our first real date since we got back together."
"Then you're on."
A few minutes later we were blading across campus in our pursuit of pancakes. As soon as we were clear of the school grounds I felt something graze my hand. I looked down and saw Fulton's and could tell he was debating taking mine like he had when we were younger. I made eyes contact and then shifted my gaze to our hands, hoping he'd get the picture. He did, soon our fingers were intertwined. As much as I hate to admit it, I was on verge of giddiness. Tell anyone and I'll find you and kill you, understood?
The food was great and we got back just in time to get to the parking lot before Banks and Julie left. We all said our goodbyes, my Bash Brother and I watched Charlie the entire time. He looked more depressed then someone who's roommate is leaving. I mean I knew he and Banksie had been close, somehow at that particular moment they looked like Fulton and I close. It only reminded me more of how in a couple of hours I'd be leaving him to go back to Illinois for the second time since we had know each other.
I went back to our room after the two other Ducks left and grabbed my bags in preparation for the trip to the airport. I was sort of heart sick taking one last look at the dorm I had spent the past four years calling home. Knowing I was deserting my boy friend made me nauseas to the point I almost changed my mind about going home, that was until Fulton picked up both his hockey bag and a suitcase he'd had stashed behind the door.
"What are you doing, Minnesota Ducks aren't leaving until tomorrow?" I inquired confused
"I'm coming with you." He declared opening the door
"What?"
"I'm going to Chicago with you. I used my graduation money to buy a ticket. Unless you don't want me to."
"Dude there is no way you're getting out of it now. Where are you staying though?"
"When I went to visit over summer vacation last year your parents said I'm welcome anytime. Plus your aunt Gina told me if there's ever no room at you place I can stay with her."
"You got it all worked out don't you?"
"Yeah pretty much."
I dropped my bags and pulled him into my arms not caring that the door was still ajar. All I wanted to do right then was kiss him and in didn't matter who saw. Dean Michael Portman was in love, undeniably head over heels. There was no saving me and I didn't want to be saved anyway.
I couldn't believe my time as a Duck was already over, the past six years had passed so quickly, my time with Fulton had passed to quickly. The next day I'd be boarding a plane back to Chicago and only God knew when I'd see him again. I was sitting at my desk doodling in my notebook, trying to think of anything but the hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. Fulton was sitting on his bed, I think he was trying to do the same.
"Dean you're going to call me as soon as you get home tomorrow." There is a short list of people that are allowed to call me Dean, but nothing sounded better then my name being spoken from his mouth.
I got up from my seat and crossed the room, plopping onto the floor beside his bed
"Bet you ass, before I even put my luggage away."
"I really wish you didn't have to go." He leaned over the edge pf the bed so his head was inches from mine
"I know, me too. I can't hang around here for the rest of my life."
"Yeah, I guess not. It would work for me though."
I sighed as a wisp of Fulton's long dark hair grazed my cheek
"It seems like we let the past five years go to waste."
My fellow Bash Brother nodded
"I know what you mean. We're finally back together and we only got a week with each other."
I turned around so I was facing him, bringing my hands up to either side of his face, holding it still.
"I'm gonna care about you no matter where I am or how far apart we are."
"And everyone thinks you're just a stupid jock, I could maim people for thinking that about you."
"I know and you're just so sweet." I batted my eye lashes and him and ducked to a void the pillow coming in my direction "We should get to bed, we gotta get up early to see Banksie and Catlady off first thing."
"I know." Fulton crawled to the end of bed and hit the light switch, causing dark shadows to fall over the dorm room. "Good night."
"Night." I kissed him on the cheek and headed to my bed.
The next morning my alarm clock started the day with full volume version of 'Gene in a bottle'. I don't know who in their right or wrong mind decided to set my clock radio to the pop station, but they will die. I hope their satisfied knowing it was hurled across the room to it's death. It hit the wall with a crash, causing Fulton to jump awake and fall out of bed. I've got to say he looked pretty good all fog bound and disheveled like that.
"What the hell was that?" I could tell by the way he asked his heart was pounding like a jack hammer, from fright.
"My alarm, it had the nerve to wake me up with Christina Aguleria." I groaned sitting up. Then changing my mind I laid back down
My boy friend smiled slightly and picked himself up off the floor
"We've gotta be at the parking lot in an hour, what do you wanna do till then?"
"I assume sleep is outa the question."
"Pretty much."
"Breakfast at Joes?" I was talking about the little café diner a few blocks from the school. It wasn't as good as the one Charlie's mom worked at but it was closer. Making it a common hang out for Eden Hall students and recent alumni like us.
"You paying?"
"I suppose since it's our first real date since we got back together."
"Then you're on."
A few minutes later we were blading across campus in our pursuit of pancakes. As soon as we were clear of the school grounds I felt something graze my hand. I looked down and saw Fulton's and could tell he was debating taking mine like he had when we were younger. I made eyes contact and then shifted my gaze to our hands, hoping he'd get the picture. He did, soon our fingers were intertwined. As much as I hate to admit it, I was on verge of giddiness. Tell anyone and I'll find you and kill you, understood?
The food was great and we got back just in time to get to the parking lot before Banks and Julie left. We all said our goodbyes, my Bash Brother and I watched Charlie the entire time. He looked more depressed then someone who's roommate is leaving. I mean I knew he and Banksie had been close, somehow at that particular moment they looked like Fulton and I close. It only reminded me more of how in a couple of hours I'd be leaving him to go back to Illinois for the second time since we had know each other.
I went back to our room after the two other Ducks left and grabbed my bags in preparation for the trip to the airport. I was sort of heart sick taking one last look at the dorm I had spent the past four years calling home. Knowing I was deserting my boy friend made me nauseas to the point I almost changed my mind about going home, that was until Fulton picked up both his hockey bag and a suitcase he'd had stashed behind the door.
"What are you doing, Minnesota Ducks aren't leaving until tomorrow?" I inquired confused
"I'm coming with you." He declared opening the door
"What?"
"I'm going to Chicago with you. I used my graduation money to buy a ticket. Unless you don't want me to."
"Dude there is no way you're getting out of it now. Where are you staying though?"
"When I went to visit over summer vacation last year your parents said I'm welcome anytime. Plus your aunt Gina told me if there's ever no room at you place I can stay with her."
"You got it all worked out don't you?"
"Yeah pretty much."
I dropped my bags and pulled him into my arms not caring that the door was still ajar. All I wanted to do right then was kiss him and in didn't matter who saw. Dean Michael Portman was in love, undeniably head over heels. There was no saving me and I didn't want to be saved anyway.