A.N. Thanks to the people who reviewed, I hope you all like this chapter:
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"Hello?" Adam asked.
"Is there a Mr." Adam closed his eyes and crossed his fingers. "Phillip Banks there?"
"Yes, hold on a moment." Adam said feeling dejected. He walked down to his father's den and knocked lightly on the door. "Dad," he called through the maple wood, "there's someone on the phone for you." He said softly. When his dad was working, he never liked to be disturbed if it were by Adam or his older brother, Darren, if it was his mother though, his father would not get mad. Once when Adam had interrupted to ask a question, his father hit him, but that was once and a long time ago.
"Bring the phone in, then, Adam." His father said. He reached for the handle and pressed downward till it clicked, and he walked in. "Who is it?"
"I don't know, they asked to speak to you so I brought the phone down." Adam handed him the phone.
"Bring that one back with you to your room, I'll take it here." He said before picking up the phone.
Adam quietly walked out and hung up his phone. He walked to his kitchen to find his mother putting food into containers to go into the refrigerator. Lasagna, that's what they had had for dinner. "Mom, can I heat a little up, I'm kind of hungry now." Adam asked politely.
"That's why I saved some, sweetie." She turned to her boy and pushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him there. "I'll bring it up to your room when it's done, alright?" She didn't even wait for his answer before she started towards the microwave.
Adam left his mother and went back to his room to wait for his food. His mother was very sweet, the kindest little old lady he had ever met. She was practically a foot shorter than him, that's were the phrase little came in. She was sweet to her to sons and never once raised her hand to them in anger or anything else. She treated her children with the same respect she would treat someone older than her. She never once did not support her children in what they wanted to do, even though hockey wasn't on the top of her favorites list, she supported them.
Adam's brother was the one who introduced hockey to him. He was little, only about 3 or 4 when he saw his first hockey match; it was his brother's team—the Hawks. Ever since then he had wanted to be like Darren. The way he had glided over the ice, making him look like he was floated, had taken a strong hold of Adam. His brother was willing to help his, too. He taught Adam how to skate and as he got older, to play hockey. His brother still played. He was in the minors now at the age of 17. Their parents had let him go where scouts asked him to, Canada. There you only had to be 17, and it would improve his game for when he came back to America and joins up with the Anaheim Mighty Ducks, who had been the ones to send him to Canada in the first place. It was as much his brother's dream as it was Adam's own, though Adam was much more skilled and qualified for the NHL than Darren.
Their father was never around very much. He was always off at work; he had even missed Adam's tryouts for the Hawks. He had also missed Adam's first few peewee games, along with all, except one, of Adam's Ducks games. Although, if their father had gone to the games, their families money class would be much lower; they were high middle class. Adam's dad was a lawyer, and didn't think before speaking when not in the courthouse. When he said Adam would rather not play then play for the ducks, he felt he was in the courthouse, defending a client, instead of letting it be his son's opinion. He loved it that his kids played hockey, he would have famous kids, and would be known as a lawyer around the United States, it worked out great for him. Hockey had also been a passion of his, but nothing he took seriously enough to become an NHL player, but his children had the determination and guts to do it, he didn't.
Adam lay on his bed, head resting on his arm that was folded underneath his body. He let out a long sigh. He had wanted to speak to Aurora, possibly meet tomorrow do he could give her back her sketchbook, and his can start his lifetime of 'What ifs.' He closed his eyes to clear his clogged mind, let his heart take over. Sleep reached him before his mother did though, and when she got up there, he was out like a light. He could eat in the morning.
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"Aurora, dear, didn't I tell you that you got a phone call earlier?" Mrs. Danielson asked.
"No, mom, you didn't." Aurora answered from in her room. Her family wasn't the richest in their neighborhood; they had a one level house, better than an apartment Aurora always thought. Her room was at the end of the long hallway that started in the living room. Their kitchen was small, alone with the master bedroom, and Aurora's was only half the size of both rooms, she was surprised she had enough room in her house to be able to dance, a passion of hers. Their house was small, yes, but it was just the right size for Aurora and her parents.
"Well, it was a boy. He said he found your sketchbook." Before her mother could finish the word, Aurora ran into the room.
"Did he leave a number? A name?" She asked hurriedly.
"Yes, dear, I'm brighter than I look." Her mother giggled. "Now, what was his name again? Oh yes, Adam Banks."
"What!?! Adam Banks called here, and I missed it!?!" She screamed.
"Yes, dear, now what's so special about this Adam Banks?" Her mother asked when her father joined the two ladies in the living room.
"He's only one of the hottest guys in school. I'll be right back." Aurora dashed off quickly to her room. "Where is it, where is it?" she mumbled to herself. "Ah, got it." She said. "Mom, let me show you what he looks like." She ran back into the living room with her yearbook in hand.
"Wow, he is cute. Very polite, too." Her mother said.
"He looks to snooty, in my opinion." Her father peered over her mother shoulder.
"Well, I wasn't asking you dad. His family is rich, yes, but he's not snooty. He's very respectful of others." She defended the blonde, blue-eyed guy she had been in love with since she started Eden Hall. "He's also a hockey player. Dad, maybe you've heard of his brother, Darren Banks? He's playing in the minors in Canada." Word had spread quickly throughout Edina that the local hockey star was playing minors; he was their favorite all around.
"Don't be rude to your father, Aurora Blue Danielson." Her mother called her by her full name. She never understood the name thing with the colors in her family. "Call him, here's his number." She handed her daughter a small little slip of green paper.
"Alright. I'll use the phone in my room." Aurora decided and left to go to her room.
She said on her bed and reached over to her nightstand where her phone sat, blinking. She picked it up and started to dial. "555-5554." She said as she dialed.
"Hello?" A man picked up the phone.
"Um, hi, is Adam Banks there? I'm returning his call." She said nervously biting her bottom lip.
"Let me get him." The man took the phone with him up to his son's room. He knocked lightly on the door before slowly opening it. "Adam?" He called into the open space. He opened the door more. He saw he son sound asleep, wrapped up in his blanket, the one his great grandmother sew for him. "Adam's asleep. Can he call you back in the morning?" The man asked.
"Sure. Just tell him Aurora called. Bye." She said.
"Bye." Mr. Banks hung up.
"So much for being able to talk to him." Aurora said out loud to herself. "Now's the time when I need my sketchbook most, and I don't have it." She spoke, "But it's all because of you that I'll be able to speak to the man of my dreams." She fell asleep with a smile on her face. She'd speak to Adam in the morning.
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A.N. Sorry I haven't made them meet yet, but my wrist's starting to hurt again, so I'm done typing for tonight. I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. Thanks again for all the reviews, and don't forget to hit the little 'GO!' button underneath this and type your opinion on this for 30 seconds, time it. Thanks, Bye peoples!!!
~Angel~