It is I, the self proclaimed queen of MD fluff fiction :o) And I'm ba-ack lol. First of all, happy thanksgiving everybody, and second of all.....REVIEW!!! ...and oh yeah, this starts out in Guy's POV.
"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Connie Moreau asked me, as the two walked down the halls of Eden Hall Academy on their way to class. It was Wednesday, and in five minuets, the bell would ring to signal the beginning of the last class of the last day of school before the four day weekend.
I only shrugged in reply. It wasn't as if many of the ducks were doing much of anything. The 'out of towers' were going home, some of the ducks were going to visit family, but most of them were staying home for the holiday.
"What are you doing?" I asked, absent-mindedly.
Connie shook her head. "Nothing, it's just me and my dad again...some holiday."
"Hey, Cons, it'll be all right, my parents are probably going to work on Thanksgiving anyway."
"Yeah...hey, you should come over to my house!!! I'm making a turkey."
"And that's a good thing?" I asked skeptically, joking.
Connie giggled, and reached over to smack me with her algebra book, and it kinda hurt, but I brushed it off, like always. "Actually, I'm not sure, the extent of my cooking ability is microwaving TV dinners, but, I've been watching the food channel lately, and it can't be all that hard."
I shrugged. "If you say so."
"Yeah, so- wanna come over?"
***
Somehow,and believe me, I don't know how, I ended up at Connie's house at six o'clock on Thanksgiving. I greeted her dad, whom I was sure hated me, and we all sat down to eat dinner. Connie did pretty good with the turkey and stuffing, the green beans were by far the best though, she had used her mother's recipe. Connie's mother had died in childbirth, leaving Mr. Moreau alone to raise her, he was bitter, and still hadn't gotten over his wife's death. I always thought that Connie's story would make a good Lifetime movie...
That night was unlike a lot of others that I had spent at the Moreau's, Mr. Moreau was actually sociable. After dinner I even stuck around to watch a football game with him, not that I cared much for football, honestly, I still can't grasp the concept. Coach Kendal, the gym teacher at Eden Hall had tried to explain it to the ducks as hockey, with out sticks, skates, goalies, and- well, you get the idea; he tried to compare it to hockey. I still don't get it.
"Hey, Guy?" Connie asked me during half time.
"What?"
"I thought about going to the mall tomorrow. Do you wanna go with me?"
"Connie Allison Moreau, have you lost your mind? There is no way that I am going to the nation's second largest mall on busiest shopping day of the year!" I exclaimed.
"Come on!" She coaxed, tipping her head to the side and making a pouty face.
What can I say? I caved! And somehow, and again, I have no idea how, I found myself skating to the Moreau's at eight o'clock that morning. Connie had tried to get me to go earlier, but I refused, which was an accomplishment for me. Ever since we got back together, I've found it hard to say no to anything that Connie wants, she's got me wrapped, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Connie asked me, as we took a break, for a cookie in the food court.
"I don't know, having you back is enough for me." I asked, taking her hand in mine, shooting her my best sexy grin.
"Your not sexy." Connie reminded me.
"But I'm serious!"
Connie smiled. "Well, I'm still going to get you something."
"If you must." I shrugged, sighing, and leaning back in my chair. "What do you want?"
"I dunno, people always end up getting me practical things, and...hockey gear."
"Is that what you want?"
"Sure, I mean, I like that stuff and all but, well- nevermind." She hesitated. "Come on, I still need to get a present for Julie."
I frowned, as I took off after her. Sometimes Connie confused me. I wasn't sure what she had ment by that. I and still had no idea what to get her for Christmas. I decided to consult my associates.
***
"What's up?" Fulton asked, as I walked into the alley that afternoon, after getting back from the mall. He and Charlie were hanging out back there.
"Nothing much." I replied.
"Where have you been, we all went to Mickey's earlier, you and Connie were the only ones missing, we figured you were together."
I nodded. "We were at the mall."
"Sounds like....fun." Charlie mocked.
"So?" I asked. "Don't tell me that Linda didn't try to drag YOU anywhere today?!"
Charlie shook his head. "She's at her grandparents in Madison."
"I'm glad I'm a free man." Fulton mumbled, taking a shot out into the alley.
Charlie grinned, suddenly.
"Whatcha smiling at?" I asked him.
"I just remember talking to Luis before he left for Miami the other day."
"And?" Fulton asked.
"He's got this plan. He's going to dump his girlfriend before Christmas, and then get back with her at the New Year's party, just so he doesn't have to get her anything."
Fulton cracked a smile. "Good old Mendoza."
"That's terrible! Anyway, I was kind of hoping that you guys would help me decide what to get Connie for Christmas."
"Don't tell me You can't think of anything?" Charlie moaned. "Your like, a dating god, your- your Super-boyfriend."
I raised my eyebrows.
"How many Christmases have you been together, I mean, you've gotten her dozens of presents, dude." Fulton reasoned
"I know, but this one just seems more important, you know?"
Charlie bit his lip. "Get her new soakers, that's always a good present, cheep too."
"Well, I don't have much money, but- she said something about how she hated getting hockey stuff...at least I think that's what she said..."
"Umm......K." Fulton rolled his eyes, and fired another shot.
"Thanks guys, you're a lot of help." I sighed, pulling my skates on.
"Come on Guy, we didn't mean to be rude." Charlie apologized.
I shook my head, and grinned slightly. I wasn't mad, I just wanted to get out of there. I could tell that something was bothering Connie, and when Connie was upset, I was upset. As I skated along the sidewalk, gazing up at the skyline of the Twin Cities, I noticed how cold it was. The sun was shining, through the light fluffy clouds. There was only a light breeze, it was almost perfect. Notice I said, almost, I still couldn't get Connie off of my mind.
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"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Connie Moreau asked me, as the two walked down the halls of Eden Hall Academy on their way to class. It was Wednesday, and in five minuets, the bell would ring to signal the beginning of the last class of the last day of school before the four day weekend.
I only shrugged in reply. It wasn't as if many of the ducks were doing much of anything. The 'out of towers' were going home, some of the ducks were going to visit family, but most of them were staying home for the holiday.
"What are you doing?" I asked, absent-mindedly.
Connie shook her head. "Nothing, it's just me and my dad again...some holiday."
"Hey, Cons, it'll be all right, my parents are probably going to work on Thanksgiving anyway."
"Yeah...hey, you should come over to my house!!! I'm making a turkey."
"And that's a good thing?" I asked skeptically, joking.
Connie giggled, and reached over to smack me with her algebra book, and it kinda hurt, but I brushed it off, like always. "Actually, I'm not sure, the extent of my cooking ability is microwaving TV dinners, but, I've been watching the food channel lately, and it can't be all that hard."
I shrugged. "If you say so."
"Yeah, so- wanna come over?"
***
Somehow,and believe me, I don't know how, I ended up at Connie's house at six o'clock on Thanksgiving. I greeted her dad, whom I was sure hated me, and we all sat down to eat dinner. Connie did pretty good with the turkey and stuffing, the green beans were by far the best though, she had used her mother's recipe. Connie's mother had died in childbirth, leaving Mr. Moreau alone to raise her, he was bitter, and still hadn't gotten over his wife's death. I always thought that Connie's story would make a good Lifetime movie...
That night was unlike a lot of others that I had spent at the Moreau's, Mr. Moreau was actually sociable. After dinner I even stuck around to watch a football game with him, not that I cared much for football, honestly, I still can't grasp the concept. Coach Kendal, the gym teacher at Eden Hall had tried to explain it to the ducks as hockey, with out sticks, skates, goalies, and- well, you get the idea; he tried to compare it to hockey. I still don't get it.
"Hey, Guy?" Connie asked me during half time.
"What?"
"I thought about going to the mall tomorrow. Do you wanna go with me?"
"Connie Allison Moreau, have you lost your mind? There is no way that I am going to the nation's second largest mall on busiest shopping day of the year!" I exclaimed.
"Come on!" She coaxed, tipping her head to the side and making a pouty face.
What can I say? I caved! And somehow, and again, I have no idea how, I found myself skating to the Moreau's at eight o'clock that morning. Connie had tried to get me to go earlier, but I refused, which was an accomplishment for me. Ever since we got back together, I've found it hard to say no to anything that Connie wants, she's got me wrapped, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Connie asked me, as we took a break, for a cookie in the food court.
"I don't know, having you back is enough for me." I asked, taking her hand in mine, shooting her my best sexy grin.
"Your not sexy." Connie reminded me.
"But I'm serious!"
Connie smiled. "Well, I'm still going to get you something."
"If you must." I shrugged, sighing, and leaning back in my chair. "What do you want?"
"I dunno, people always end up getting me practical things, and...hockey gear."
"Is that what you want?"
"Sure, I mean, I like that stuff and all but, well- nevermind." She hesitated. "Come on, I still need to get a present for Julie."
I frowned, as I took off after her. Sometimes Connie confused me. I wasn't sure what she had ment by that. I and still had no idea what to get her for Christmas. I decided to consult my associates.
***
"What's up?" Fulton asked, as I walked into the alley that afternoon, after getting back from the mall. He and Charlie were hanging out back there.
"Nothing much." I replied.
"Where have you been, we all went to Mickey's earlier, you and Connie were the only ones missing, we figured you were together."
I nodded. "We were at the mall."
"Sounds like....fun." Charlie mocked.
"So?" I asked. "Don't tell me that Linda didn't try to drag YOU anywhere today?!"
Charlie shook his head. "She's at her grandparents in Madison."
"I'm glad I'm a free man." Fulton mumbled, taking a shot out into the alley.
Charlie grinned, suddenly.
"Whatcha smiling at?" I asked him.
"I just remember talking to Luis before he left for Miami the other day."
"And?" Fulton asked.
"He's got this plan. He's going to dump his girlfriend before Christmas, and then get back with her at the New Year's party, just so he doesn't have to get her anything."
Fulton cracked a smile. "Good old Mendoza."
"That's terrible! Anyway, I was kind of hoping that you guys would help me decide what to get Connie for Christmas."
"Don't tell me You can't think of anything?" Charlie moaned. "Your like, a dating god, your- your Super-boyfriend."
I raised my eyebrows.
"How many Christmases have you been together, I mean, you've gotten her dozens of presents, dude." Fulton reasoned
"I know, but this one just seems more important, you know?"
Charlie bit his lip. "Get her new soakers, that's always a good present, cheep too."
"Well, I don't have much money, but- she said something about how she hated getting hockey stuff...at least I think that's what she said..."
"Umm......K." Fulton rolled his eyes, and fired another shot.
"Thanks guys, you're a lot of help." I sighed, pulling my skates on.
"Come on Guy, we didn't mean to be rude." Charlie apologized.
I shook my head, and grinned slightly. I wasn't mad, I just wanted to get out of there. I could tell that something was bothering Connie, and when Connie was upset, I was upset. As I skated along the sidewalk, gazing up at the skyline of the Twin Cities, I noticed how cold it was. The sun was shining, through the light fluffy clouds. There was only a light breeze, it was almost perfect. Notice I said, almost, I still couldn't get Connie off of my mind.
review REIVEW review REVIEW review REVIEW review!!!!!!! :o) annnnnd- if anybody has any idea for a side plot, it'd help me a lot.....any other character ya'll want me to focus in on? I'm up for suggestions!!! thanx! -Kit