A/N: I THINK I wrote this during Astronomy but I can't remember. This is
the first of two chapters I'm very proud of. This one is the "Scooter
offers some. . . " Freak, what's that word? Well, he offers Adam some good
advice. I'm not sure if the language would make this R or not. If someone
could let me know, I'd appreciate it.
STILL don't have a Beta Reader. If you want to volunteer or give me some tips, please email me! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I got Scooter's name from the D3 novelization so, I don't claim it along w/ everyone else from the books. Except Kyle. He's my baby. (
Chapter 4
Adam was up in his room packing up the last of his things. They were leaving the next day. Sarah had sent the twins to a friend's house for the simple reason they were driving the movers crazy while she went on an errand. His father had gone to work to finish up some transferring of cases and to clean out his desk. Kyle was out front supervising the movers.
Adam looked around his almost empty room. All that remained were several boxes and a sleeping bag for that night. There was a knock at the door which caused Adam to jump. He turned around. Scott Vanderbuilt or Scooter as her was known, was standing in Adam's doorway, his rollerblades slung over his shoulder.
"Scooter, you scared me."
Scooter smiled. "Sorry kid."
Scooter played for the Eden Hall Varsity team. When Adam had been placed on Varsity at the beginning of the year, Scooter had been one of the only ones who was actually nice to him. He still was, even after Adam rejoined his friends on the J.V. team.
"So, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Adam asked as he closed up a box and sat on it.
"Just thought you'd want to say good-bye to your favorite Varsity player." Scooter grabbed another box and pulled it up next to Adam.
"Very funny."
"Seriously though, I did want to say good-bye, but I wanted to see how you were doing."
Adam sighed. "I'm fine."
Scooter smiled. He knew Adam better then that. "Come on, kid. Let's go for a skate."
Adam nodded. After a few quick words to Kyle, the pair set off.
"So kid, wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
Leave it to Scooter to not beat around the bush. "Oh, the move. Stuff like that."
"Your friends?"
"Yeah, well, lack there of."
"I thought you guys had worked all that out."
"We worked last year out. Charlie feels I'm 'abandoning' the team again. Heaven forbid any of us move on. Looking back man, I liked Varsity. Sure, Riley and Cole were jerks, but most of you guys were ok. At least to me. Varsity challenged me and. . . "
"J.V. didn't?"
"Not really. Except when we played you guys."
"Have you told anyone this?"
"I wanted to, but we were already on thin ice with each other. I didn't want to mess that up again."
"Adam, don't get mad at me for saying this but if they can't of you, happy for you, and still talk to you, they're shitty friends."
Adam stopped. He looked Scooter straight in the eye. He could tell Scooter hadn't said it to be mean. Adam knew it was the truth.
"Tell me this, how much have you talked to any of them since you told them?"
Adam sat on the curb. "Just at Guy's party. Charlie wasn't even there. No one's called me, stopped by, but well, that's no surprise though. They've never stopped by before."
Scooter raised an eyebrow. He'd only known the kid since September and had been over at least six or seven times. The Ducks had known Adam for at least three years. "Never?" he asked moving in front of him.
"Well, they'd come by to get me before school. Never been inside. Always said no to coming over, so it wasn't lack of trying."
"Sounds like a great group of people."
"Once you get to know them. Or at least that's what Coach Bombay said. They hated me when I first joined."
"Yeah, the Hawk thing. I remember you telling me."
"We were ten. Sure, I'd been cruel to them so I understood, but. . .I didn't care who I played for, as long as I played. I thought we'd get past that Hawk garbage, but sometimes, they still bring it up."
"They're petty. Forget them. You don't need them, Adam." Scooter sat next to him. "I told you this last year. You're a great player, a great person, a wonderful friend, if they can't see that, respect that, respect you, your talent, your achievements, well, then, fuck them!"
Adam looked at his friend, probably the only one he had left in all of Minnesota and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess."
"Have you packed all your hockey gear yet?"
Adam gave him a slightly shocked look. "It's all in my duffel. It's coming in the car with us. Why?"
"Let's get it, round up some people, and go to the park. Play a little game or something. Might get your mind of things."
Adam smiled. "Alright."
The two boys set off back to Adam's house.
A/N: Petty: yeah, my RA called me that when I told him I didn't walk out of class for a "Books, Not Bombs" Rally. Sorry to anyone who DID on that day, but I think it was "petty" of him to think that Bush gives two spits that he wasn't in class.
STILL don't have a Beta Reader. If you want to volunteer or give me some tips, please email me! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I got Scooter's name from the D3 novelization so, I don't claim it along w/ everyone else from the books. Except Kyle. He's my baby. (
Chapter 4
Adam was up in his room packing up the last of his things. They were leaving the next day. Sarah had sent the twins to a friend's house for the simple reason they were driving the movers crazy while she went on an errand. His father had gone to work to finish up some transferring of cases and to clean out his desk. Kyle was out front supervising the movers.
Adam looked around his almost empty room. All that remained were several boxes and a sleeping bag for that night. There was a knock at the door which caused Adam to jump. He turned around. Scott Vanderbuilt or Scooter as her was known, was standing in Adam's doorway, his rollerblades slung over his shoulder.
"Scooter, you scared me."
Scooter smiled. "Sorry kid."
Scooter played for the Eden Hall Varsity team. When Adam had been placed on Varsity at the beginning of the year, Scooter had been one of the only ones who was actually nice to him. He still was, even after Adam rejoined his friends on the J.V. team.
"So, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Adam asked as he closed up a box and sat on it.
"Just thought you'd want to say good-bye to your favorite Varsity player." Scooter grabbed another box and pulled it up next to Adam.
"Very funny."
"Seriously though, I did want to say good-bye, but I wanted to see how you were doing."
Adam sighed. "I'm fine."
Scooter smiled. He knew Adam better then that. "Come on, kid. Let's go for a skate."
Adam nodded. After a few quick words to Kyle, the pair set off.
"So kid, wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
Leave it to Scooter to not beat around the bush. "Oh, the move. Stuff like that."
"Your friends?"
"Yeah, well, lack there of."
"I thought you guys had worked all that out."
"We worked last year out. Charlie feels I'm 'abandoning' the team again. Heaven forbid any of us move on. Looking back man, I liked Varsity. Sure, Riley and Cole were jerks, but most of you guys were ok. At least to me. Varsity challenged me and. . . "
"J.V. didn't?"
"Not really. Except when we played you guys."
"Have you told anyone this?"
"I wanted to, but we were already on thin ice with each other. I didn't want to mess that up again."
"Adam, don't get mad at me for saying this but if they can't of you, happy for you, and still talk to you, they're shitty friends."
Adam stopped. He looked Scooter straight in the eye. He could tell Scooter hadn't said it to be mean. Adam knew it was the truth.
"Tell me this, how much have you talked to any of them since you told them?"
Adam sat on the curb. "Just at Guy's party. Charlie wasn't even there. No one's called me, stopped by, but well, that's no surprise though. They've never stopped by before."
Scooter raised an eyebrow. He'd only known the kid since September and had been over at least six or seven times. The Ducks had known Adam for at least three years. "Never?" he asked moving in front of him.
"Well, they'd come by to get me before school. Never been inside. Always said no to coming over, so it wasn't lack of trying."
"Sounds like a great group of people."
"Once you get to know them. Or at least that's what Coach Bombay said. They hated me when I first joined."
"Yeah, the Hawk thing. I remember you telling me."
"We were ten. Sure, I'd been cruel to them so I understood, but. . .I didn't care who I played for, as long as I played. I thought we'd get past that Hawk garbage, but sometimes, they still bring it up."
"They're petty. Forget them. You don't need them, Adam." Scooter sat next to him. "I told you this last year. You're a great player, a great person, a wonderful friend, if they can't see that, respect that, respect you, your talent, your achievements, well, then, fuck them!"
Adam looked at his friend, probably the only one he had left in all of Minnesota and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess."
"Have you packed all your hockey gear yet?"
Adam gave him a slightly shocked look. "It's all in my duffel. It's coming in the car with us. Why?"
"Let's get it, round up some people, and go to the park. Play a little game or something. Might get your mind of things."
Adam smiled. "Alright."
The two boys set off back to Adam's house.
A/N: Petty: yeah, my RA called me that when I told him I didn't walk out of class for a "Books, Not Bombs" Rally. Sorry to anyone who DID on that day, but I think it was "petty" of him to think that Bush gives two spits that he wasn't in class.