Fulton's POV
The car ride to the airport was interesting to say the least. Dean and I were crammed tightly in the back of Charlie's Nissan Stanza (not the either of us objected), while our driver remained quiet. Charlie is never quiet, well with the exception of when he had his wisdom teeth removed and couldn't talk for two days.
"Hey Captain Conway do you plan on talking to us at all during this ride?" Portman grew tired of the silence and when Portman grows tired of things, stuff usually gets broken. I'd lost a cell phone and Game Boy that way. Luckily in the car, cruising down the highway, there wasn't much for him to crush.
"I'm not your Captain anymore Portman." Charlie grumbled switching on his directional changing lanes.
"Damn Spazway, what side of whose bed did you wake up on?" I teased, only half playing. Of course we all know now it was Banks'. I wonder if not knowing was better than knowing the truth. But then maybe we can have a joint commitment ceremony. Hey, Connie and Julie want to have a double wedding. Ours would be more special.
'You may now kiss the groom.' Huh? I wonder if they say that. More than likely not. Thought you have to admit it would be funny. But being that the bride's parents are supposed to pony up the dough, who'll pay? And who proposes? Wow I just got way of the subject there. Hope you enjoy that.
Anyway, Charlie was obviously having a hard time dealing with Banksie's departure already and he'd only been gone for two hours, which gave me conflicting emotions about leaving. If I stayed at least he'd have someone to talk to. Staying however would also mean I'd be forced to deal with Captain Quacks moods, as well as giving up spending the summer with the Portman's. That settled, Charlie was on his own.
I hate planes, even if the flight from St Paul to Chicago lasted about an hour. Firstly, I can't stand to sit still that long, secondly I always wind up with a headache and blocked ears. Want to see a 6'2" 250 lbs hockey player whine? Put me on a plane. The rest of the Ducks always found it annoying but Dean told me he thought it was sort of sweet. I knew there was a reason I loved him.
We exited the terminal and hailed a cab. The Portman's couldn't pick us up because they only had one car, which Dean's dad had at work. It didn't matter to me anyway; I figured that if I were actually in their house before they realized I was there they'd be less likely to send me home. Not that I thought they would send me back anyway, well maybe they would've if they found out why I was there. 'Yes Mr. And Mrs. Portman, I'm in love with your son. I have been since the Goodwill Games. He broke my heart the last time he left, so I decided not to let him get away that easy this time.' That would've gone over like a lead balloon.
The whole taxi ride was filled with a comfortable wordlessness, it was nice, and when we were together we didn't need to talk. The next thing I realized we were standing on the Portman's front porch as Dean dug around in the flowerpot for a key.
"Mom, I'm here." He called shoving the door open as it stuck with rusty hinges.
"Deany Bean." His mother a short slightly round women with straight auburn hair and blue eyes came charging out of the kitchen. Dean had definitely inherited his mother's personality, she was loud and fun at times and tuff as nails at others. She liked rock music and watched wrestling. Mr. Portman was the complete opposite; he was tall and muscular with curly almost black hair and green eyes. But had little personality at all, he rarely talked and would rather read "War and Peace" for fun then watch sports. I was glad by boyfriend only looked exactly like him.
"Fulton, great to see you." Then the little women tackled me.
"Hi, Mrs. Portman." I bent down to hug her.
"Fulton didn't I tell you not to call me that? It makes me feel like an old women, call me Maggie."
"I'm sorry I forgot." Yes, Maggie Portman was quite possibly the strangest lady I have ever met
"Well don't forget again. Now you two go put your bags away." She went around us, put one hand on each of our butts and pushed us down the stairs into Dean's basement bedroom.
"Your mom gets weirder every time I see her." I laughed throwing myself into the beanbag chair.
"My mom gets weirder every minute." He latched the door and turned to me with a sheepish grin. "The last thing I need is Jason and Tiffany walking in while we're making out." Was his response to the raised eyebrows I was giving.
Jason and Tiffany were his siblings. Jason was fifteen and Tiffany was ten. Believe me I didn't want them mentally scared either.
"So I imagine you plan on doing that a lot this summer?" I shifted in the beanbag making room for him. We hadn't made out since we'd been back together, unless you count seven minutes in heaven, which made me partially nervous.
"Well anytime we're not having mind blowing sex." Portman put his hand on mine.
That was it I choked on my gum, "What?"
"Oh man, you should've seen the look on your face." He laughed, laughed so hard I thought he'd pee himself, he did wind up in tears.
We got cozy in the beanbag and Dean picked up his remote turned on his TV and VCR Together we sat there watching 'Jay and Silent Bob Stroke Back' a personal favorite of ours. Well no erase that, he was watching the movie, I was watching him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice drew me out of my daydream.
"I was just thinking about how good we are together, you know?"
"Are you going all mushy on me Fult?" Portman looked me in the eye with a cheesy grin on his face
"Yeah I guess I am."
He didn't give me a response, only brought his mouth closer to mine. His lips hovered just inches away from me for what seemed like forever. Just when we were about to kiss there was a knock on the door. We both turned our heads with half relieved, half disappointed expressions on our faces.
When the door was opened Jason and Tiffany were standing on the other side. Tiffany pushed past her eldest brother without so much as a welcome home and made a beeline for me.
"Fulton!" She squealed attaching herself to me waist. Portman always said the she had a crush on me the whole time. So boyfriends little sister wants me. Jerry Springer anyone?
"Hi Tiffy." I picked the younger girl up and held onto her in a bear hug for a minute.
"You're going to sit near me at dinner right?" Her big blue eyes sparkled with youth and infatuation.
"I think I can swing that."
"Oh goody." And she kissed my cheek before squirming out of my arms and then going to greet her brother.
"Hey Dean I ran into Maryann last night." Jason told the oldest child "She was asking about you, she wants you to call her."
"Who's Maryann?" I queried
"Dean's girlfriend." Tiffany giggled
"She's not my girlfriend." Dean grunted and made eye contact with me
"If you don't want her, I'll take her." Jason threw in "Tall, wavy black hair, those oval eyes and may I add great boobs."
Oh yes, Jerry Springer here we come.
The car ride to the airport was interesting to say the least. Dean and I were crammed tightly in the back of Charlie's Nissan Stanza (not the either of us objected), while our driver remained quiet. Charlie is never quiet, well with the exception of when he had his wisdom teeth removed and couldn't talk for two days.
"Hey Captain Conway do you plan on talking to us at all during this ride?" Portman grew tired of the silence and when Portman grows tired of things, stuff usually gets broken. I'd lost a cell phone and Game Boy that way. Luckily in the car, cruising down the highway, there wasn't much for him to crush.
"I'm not your Captain anymore Portman." Charlie grumbled switching on his directional changing lanes.
"Damn Spazway, what side of whose bed did you wake up on?" I teased, only half playing. Of course we all know now it was Banks'. I wonder if not knowing was better than knowing the truth. But then maybe we can have a joint commitment ceremony. Hey, Connie and Julie want to have a double wedding. Ours would be more special.
'You may now kiss the groom.' Huh? I wonder if they say that. More than likely not. Thought you have to admit it would be funny. But being that the bride's parents are supposed to pony up the dough, who'll pay? And who proposes? Wow I just got way of the subject there. Hope you enjoy that.
Anyway, Charlie was obviously having a hard time dealing with Banksie's departure already and he'd only been gone for two hours, which gave me conflicting emotions about leaving. If I stayed at least he'd have someone to talk to. Staying however would also mean I'd be forced to deal with Captain Quacks moods, as well as giving up spending the summer with the Portman's. That settled, Charlie was on his own.
I hate planes, even if the flight from St Paul to Chicago lasted about an hour. Firstly, I can't stand to sit still that long, secondly I always wind up with a headache and blocked ears. Want to see a 6'2" 250 lbs hockey player whine? Put me on a plane. The rest of the Ducks always found it annoying but Dean told me he thought it was sort of sweet. I knew there was a reason I loved him.
We exited the terminal and hailed a cab. The Portman's couldn't pick us up because they only had one car, which Dean's dad had at work. It didn't matter to me anyway; I figured that if I were actually in their house before they realized I was there they'd be less likely to send me home. Not that I thought they would send me back anyway, well maybe they would've if they found out why I was there. 'Yes Mr. And Mrs. Portman, I'm in love with your son. I have been since the Goodwill Games. He broke my heart the last time he left, so I decided not to let him get away that easy this time.' That would've gone over like a lead balloon.
The whole taxi ride was filled with a comfortable wordlessness, it was nice, and when we were together we didn't need to talk. The next thing I realized we were standing on the Portman's front porch as Dean dug around in the flowerpot for a key.
"Mom, I'm here." He called shoving the door open as it stuck with rusty hinges.
"Deany Bean." His mother a short slightly round women with straight auburn hair and blue eyes came charging out of the kitchen. Dean had definitely inherited his mother's personality, she was loud and fun at times and tuff as nails at others. She liked rock music and watched wrestling. Mr. Portman was the complete opposite; he was tall and muscular with curly almost black hair and green eyes. But had little personality at all, he rarely talked and would rather read "War and Peace" for fun then watch sports. I was glad by boyfriend only looked exactly like him.
"Fulton, great to see you." Then the little women tackled me.
"Hi, Mrs. Portman." I bent down to hug her.
"Fulton didn't I tell you not to call me that? It makes me feel like an old women, call me Maggie."
"I'm sorry I forgot." Yes, Maggie Portman was quite possibly the strangest lady I have ever met
"Well don't forget again. Now you two go put your bags away." She went around us, put one hand on each of our butts and pushed us down the stairs into Dean's basement bedroom.
"Your mom gets weirder every time I see her." I laughed throwing myself into the beanbag chair.
"My mom gets weirder every minute." He latched the door and turned to me with a sheepish grin. "The last thing I need is Jason and Tiffany walking in while we're making out." Was his response to the raised eyebrows I was giving.
Jason and Tiffany were his siblings. Jason was fifteen and Tiffany was ten. Believe me I didn't want them mentally scared either.
"So I imagine you plan on doing that a lot this summer?" I shifted in the beanbag making room for him. We hadn't made out since we'd been back together, unless you count seven minutes in heaven, which made me partially nervous.
"Well anytime we're not having mind blowing sex." Portman put his hand on mine.
That was it I choked on my gum, "What?"
"Oh man, you should've seen the look on your face." He laughed, laughed so hard I thought he'd pee himself, he did wind up in tears.
We got cozy in the beanbag and Dean picked up his remote turned on his TV and VCR Together we sat there watching 'Jay and Silent Bob Stroke Back' a personal favorite of ours. Well no erase that, he was watching the movie, I was watching him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice drew me out of my daydream.
"I was just thinking about how good we are together, you know?"
"Are you going all mushy on me Fult?" Portman looked me in the eye with a cheesy grin on his face
"Yeah I guess I am."
He didn't give me a response, only brought his mouth closer to mine. His lips hovered just inches away from me for what seemed like forever. Just when we were about to kiss there was a knock on the door. We both turned our heads with half relieved, half disappointed expressions on our faces.
When the door was opened Jason and Tiffany were standing on the other side. Tiffany pushed past her eldest brother without so much as a welcome home and made a beeline for me.
"Fulton!" She squealed attaching herself to me waist. Portman always said the she had a crush on me the whole time. So boyfriends little sister wants me. Jerry Springer anyone?
"Hi Tiffy." I picked the younger girl up and held onto her in a bear hug for a minute.
"You're going to sit near me at dinner right?" Her big blue eyes sparkled with youth and infatuation.
"I think I can swing that."
"Oh goody." And she kissed my cheek before squirming out of my arms and then going to greet her brother.
"Hey Dean I ran into Maryann last night." Jason told the oldest child "She was asking about you, she wants you to call her."
"Who's Maryann?" I queried
"Dean's girlfriend." Tiffany giggled
"She's not my girlfriend." Dean grunted and made eye contact with me
"If you don't want her, I'll take her." Jason threw in "Tall, wavy black hair, those oval eyes and may I add great boobs."
Oh yes, Jerry Springer here we come.