~* I own nothing in this story, except Samantha Wyatt. The other original characters I stole from my friend Nicci's story Digital Get Down which has been removed and will be replaced with Objection. So yes the Ducks and all Duck related things are not mine so help yourself. Samantha is mine touch her I'll kill you and if you take Nicci's I'll kill you then too, because she's shy and won't. She will however set your house on fire if you're from California.*~
After the class was assigned their occupations and the rest of the projected was discussed, the teacher dismissed class early. Samantha waited out side for Portman who came out with Sierra following close behind him.
"Dean." Samantha stopped him with her hand
"Hey Samantha." He smiled at her causing Sierra to make the sour lemon face
"Umm… I thought since we have to work together, we should get started. Can you meet me in the library after school?"
"I have hockey practice until 5."
"That's okay, I've got to edit some articles for the newspaper too I forgot. How about you drop by my dorm afterward or I could go to yours."
"Portman do you think they allow adultery on this project?" Sierra stepped out of the door and clung to his arm.
"Huh?" He raised him eyebrows at the girl
"We're married to other people silly, but we're seeing each other." She had this high pitched almost squeal of a voice.
"Excuse me Sierra, but Dean and I were talking." Samantha said politely to the walking, talking interruption.
"Can we say bitch?" Sierra retorted
"Yes we can, but can you spell it?" Samantha shot back and Portman stifled a laugh "I'll see you later Dean."
"Wow she was rude." The other girl declared as Sam walked away.
"Hey Samantha there's another poem from "unknown" in the submissions box." Carly carried over a piece of computer paper with a beautifully typed poem.
" Sometimes I think I'm all alone, there's no one by my side
Sometimes I wish there was a place, where I could run and hide
Then at times I feel so good I smile to myself
Just because I think I should if for nothing else
Each morning when the sun comes up I open my eyes
Staring out the window I watch it to continue to rise
In just that instant I am happy being all alone
Forgetting all tears I've shed and all the pain I've known
Sometimes it feels like to much for just one person to take
Then I think of that sunrise for sanity's sake
It helps me make it through the long days and lonely nights
Sometimes that simple sunrise can make everything alright
So keep that in mind when you're feeling to low to get farther down
Sometime watching a sunrise can turn your pain around"
"Whoever's writing these is the most soulful person I've ever known. God I wish I could meet him." Samantha closed her eyes and pressed the paper against her heart
"How do you know it's a him?" Carly eyed her curiously
"Because only a guy would be ashamed to put their name on something so heartfelt, gorgeous, spiritual."
"Good theory. I'm off to watch Adam practice. If I don't get there on time he'll leave our sack of flour on the bench unattended, or he'll go to the other extreme and hirer a babysitter."
"Carly could you tell Dean, that I can't work with him tonight? I'll talk to him tomorrow." The pretty editor suddenly wasn't in the mood to deal with the "pigheaded jock", all that was on her mind was the unknown author.
The following day Portman set the sack down on the table by his breakfast tray as the rest of the ducks started to straggle in. Charlie's "baby" already had masking tape wrapped around the middle (Dean knew that was going to be an interesting story), Goldberg's was protruding from the top of his backpack and Banks believe it or not had his bundled in a baby blanket and cradled it in his arms like a real infant.
"Banksie, it's a sack of flour buddy, get a grip." Charlie laughed as Adam made Carly sit down before he'd hand her their "child" and told her to support it's neck.
"Just because you dropped yours down a flight of stairs, doesn't mean I'm not going to take care of my son." Adam defended himself
"You did what to my little girl?" Cat was standing behind her "husband" with her arms crossed, though she was smiling
"Uh sorry honey, I dropped Grace down the stairs."
"Charles…"
Charlie gave her the sad puppy dog face and she folded faster then superman on laundry day.
"Come here Gracie, come see mommy."
"Luis is trying to teach our daughter to salsa dance guys." Emily kissed Luis's cheek to show him she found it cute.
"Goldberg where's our baby?" Delilah sat down next to her spouse
"Oh I put Mickey in here." He reached into his bag and pulled out his flour
"Mickey?" Julie asked
"Yeah, we couldn't decide if we had a boy or girl so it's Mickey, unisex." Del answered
"Ok everyone what are all your babies names?" Kenny humored his friends while Fulton, Russ, Dwayne and Julie were laughing
"Ours is Michelle." Connie held up her and Guy's daughter
"Adam Jonathon Banks Jr." Banks replied like a proud poppa
"Kaylee." Averman was less enthused
"Chelsea Shakira Mendoza." Luis glanced at the table to avoid the looks he knew he'd be getting
"Shakira's Grace's middle name." Cat high fived Emily
"J.D." Portman responded
"J.D. ?"
"Yeah, Sam wanted to name him after her grandfather James, I wanted to name him after me so… J.D."
"Please tell me you didn't name the poor thing James Dean." Russ was laughing so hard his sides hurt and when Portman nodded he laughed even harder
The kid had a dumb name but it bonded Portman to Samantha that was all that mattered.
After the class was assigned their occupations and the rest of the projected was discussed, the teacher dismissed class early. Samantha waited out side for Portman who came out with Sierra following close behind him.
"Dean." Samantha stopped him with her hand
"Hey Samantha." He smiled at her causing Sierra to make the sour lemon face
"Umm… I thought since we have to work together, we should get started. Can you meet me in the library after school?"
"I have hockey practice until 5."
"That's okay, I've got to edit some articles for the newspaper too I forgot. How about you drop by my dorm afterward or I could go to yours."
"Portman do you think they allow adultery on this project?" Sierra stepped out of the door and clung to his arm.
"Huh?" He raised him eyebrows at the girl
"We're married to other people silly, but we're seeing each other." She had this high pitched almost squeal of a voice.
"Excuse me Sierra, but Dean and I were talking." Samantha said politely to the walking, talking interruption.
"Can we say bitch?" Sierra retorted
"Yes we can, but can you spell it?" Samantha shot back and Portman stifled a laugh "I'll see you later Dean."
"Wow she was rude." The other girl declared as Sam walked away.
"Hey Samantha there's another poem from "unknown" in the submissions box." Carly carried over a piece of computer paper with a beautifully typed poem.
" Sometimes I think I'm all alone, there's no one by my side
Sometimes I wish there was a place, where I could run and hide
Then at times I feel so good I smile to myself
Just because I think I should if for nothing else
Each morning when the sun comes up I open my eyes
Staring out the window I watch it to continue to rise
In just that instant I am happy being all alone
Forgetting all tears I've shed and all the pain I've known
Sometimes it feels like to much for just one person to take
Then I think of that sunrise for sanity's sake
It helps me make it through the long days and lonely nights
Sometimes that simple sunrise can make everything alright
So keep that in mind when you're feeling to low to get farther down
Sometime watching a sunrise can turn your pain around"
"Whoever's writing these is the most soulful person I've ever known. God I wish I could meet him." Samantha closed her eyes and pressed the paper against her heart
"How do you know it's a him?" Carly eyed her curiously
"Because only a guy would be ashamed to put their name on something so heartfelt, gorgeous, spiritual."
"Good theory. I'm off to watch Adam practice. If I don't get there on time he'll leave our sack of flour on the bench unattended, or he'll go to the other extreme and hirer a babysitter."
"Carly could you tell Dean, that I can't work with him tonight? I'll talk to him tomorrow." The pretty editor suddenly wasn't in the mood to deal with the "pigheaded jock", all that was on her mind was the unknown author.
The following day Portman set the sack down on the table by his breakfast tray as the rest of the ducks started to straggle in. Charlie's "baby" already had masking tape wrapped around the middle (Dean knew that was going to be an interesting story), Goldberg's was protruding from the top of his backpack and Banks believe it or not had his bundled in a baby blanket and cradled it in his arms like a real infant.
"Banksie, it's a sack of flour buddy, get a grip." Charlie laughed as Adam made Carly sit down before he'd hand her their "child" and told her to support it's neck.
"Just because you dropped yours down a flight of stairs, doesn't mean I'm not going to take care of my son." Adam defended himself
"You did what to my little girl?" Cat was standing behind her "husband" with her arms crossed, though she was smiling
"Uh sorry honey, I dropped Grace down the stairs."
"Charles…"
Charlie gave her the sad puppy dog face and she folded faster then superman on laundry day.
"Come here Gracie, come see mommy."
"Luis is trying to teach our daughter to salsa dance guys." Emily kissed Luis's cheek to show him she found it cute.
"Goldberg where's our baby?" Delilah sat down next to her spouse
"Oh I put Mickey in here." He reached into his bag and pulled out his flour
"Mickey?" Julie asked
"Yeah, we couldn't decide if we had a boy or girl so it's Mickey, unisex." Del answered
"Ok everyone what are all your babies names?" Kenny humored his friends while Fulton, Russ, Dwayne and Julie were laughing
"Ours is Michelle." Connie held up her and Guy's daughter
"Adam Jonathon Banks Jr." Banks replied like a proud poppa
"Kaylee." Averman was less enthused
"Chelsea Shakira Mendoza." Luis glanced at the table to avoid the looks he knew he'd be getting
"Shakira's Grace's middle name." Cat high fived Emily
"J.D." Portman responded
"J.D. ?"
"Yeah, Sam wanted to name him after her grandfather James, I wanted to name him after me so… J.D."
"Please tell me you didn't name the poor thing James Dean." Russ was laughing so hard his sides hurt and when Portman nodded he laughed even harder
The kid had a dumb name but it bonded Portman to Samantha that was all that mattered.