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Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks!! 'Nuff said.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Three: The Aftermath
I got home safe and sound. It was as if the whole breakup never happened at all. Guy asked Connie if she wanted to help him buy a birthday present for his dad, and she said yes.. weird, huh? But then when I asked Connie about it, she was all "Yeah, so what?"
I'll leave that to them. I still think it was almost too patriotic in a duck-way to be true when Connie said all that stuff about the breakup being for the sake of hockey. I better stop thinking about their love life anyhow.
Today is a Sunday, so me, being Charlie Conway, just stayed in my pajamas 'til eleven, and munched my soggy cereal all throughout watching a good re- run marathon of X-men Evolution.
Again, that afternoon, we headed for Banks'. His parents loved having people over, just to make the place look happier. We were complete, except for Guy and Connie. I just shut up about what I heard.
Jessie seemed like he was OK, still wonder what coach told him though. But then again, I figured, hey, if I'm not telling them what I heard, I guess he has every right in the world to also keep quiet about what HE heard.
"Thanks, Banks." Averman slid the empty cup across the nook.
"C'mon, guys, I'm at the boss already!" We heard Jessie yell from the other side of the house. He and some of the other guys had been playing Mario the whole afternoon. Immediately, everyone ran upstairs.
I just remained with Banks in the kitchen, actually, it was the other way around, he was waiting for me to finish what I was doing.
"Conway! That's a nasty one!" He squinted and took another look at my mutating wound, which had just gotten worse. It was nearly the color of a carrot about to ripen now. Greenish-orange.
I continued to ice it and chuckled at his remark when Mrs. Ramona came in, she was the housekeeper of the Bankses.
"Adam, the mail's here!" She walked in, sorting through it. "Wow, you have quite a lot of mail, Mr. Banks."
"Thanks, Mrs. Ramona!" Adam reached over and smiled. "Got the new issue of Sports Unlimited."
"Cool." I said, walking over with the icepack tied around my knee.
"What about the rest of this?" I went through the other mail.
"You wanna do the honors?" Adam snickered and pointed at the rest of the stack. "Anything there?"
Phone bill, junk, letter to Mrs. Banks from a friend, junk, Notice regarding upcoming local elections, junk, letter to Adam Banks from the St. Paul Institute of SciTech, junk.. Hold on a second.
"Adam..?" I called his name out and inspected the envelope.
"Hello, earth to cake eater!" I repeated myself and stared at him, still browsing through the magazine with the Diamondbacks' logo on it.
"Oh, sorry, dude, check it out, there's this rad article about - -" He didn't get to finish what he was saying, not before I interrupted.
"Adam, you got a letter, here." I handed it to him and he looked just as spaced out as me.
"What's this?" He tore it open and pulled it out, I just sat back down, I wasn't that nosy. Well, sure I eavesdropped on Germaine yesterday, but this was different.
"Oh, nothing." Banks hid it under the table. It was kind of suspicious though.. "Well, nothing I'm interested in."
"Junk?" I asked, trying to make him talk.
"Here." He handed it over to me.
"Okie." I got it from him. Hey, it's not bad, He let me do it, right?
To Mr. Adam Banks,
We, the board of directors at the St. Paul Institute of SciTech, have been aware that you, Mr. Banks, in hockey have been, exerting outstanding efforts and wish to grant you a semi-scholarship to the school for the next school year, hoping to give you a good high school education. Please do consider St. Paul Institute of SciTech when you decide on your future school.
The Board of Directors St. Paul Institute of SciTech
"Woah, Adam." I put down the letter.
"C'mon, Eden Hall all the way, I'm sticking by the ducks." Banks got back the letter and shoved it back into its envelope. "My parents know, and they were thrilled about E.H.A. already. No big deal."
"But.." I muttered under my breath. "Promise we'll still be teammates in September?"
"Sure thing, man." He said, spitting into his palm. I did the same and fived him. It was a duck tradition. All of us did it that day we left Los Angeles, well, except Coach Bombay.
"Thanks, dude." I whispered and started to think.. First Connie breaking up 'cos of the ducks and now Banks, gosh, they must really love being ducks. I never knew it was the same with them. Boy, I love being a duck.
*
Back upstairs, everyone was yelling at the TV like a bunch of idiots. "No! Where'd Yoshi go? Come back!"
Yup, we were still playing Mario Brothers, and only 50 points away from topping the highest score ever.
"Rrring!" went the Banks phone, no one picked it up.
"Spazway, could you get that?" Banks asked aloud from where he was, glued to the control.
"Fine." I walked over to the side of the room and picked up. "Hello?"
"Oh, hey Charlie!" It was Guy.
"Guy? You Okie, you don't sound like yourself." I tapped my fingers against the wall and waited for him to answer.
"What? I'm fine." Guy snapped back.
"OK, what's up with you?" I tried to change the topic.
"You know Connie broke up with me?" Guy asked. I couldn't say yes or he'd know what I'd been doing.
"Really? Just today? The two of you seemed perfect whatever yesterday." I lied, well, not exactly.
"No, it happened yesterday, during the talk." Guy explained. Having a friend explain it to you is so much easier than listening through a brick wall.
"Oh.. But you two just came home from the mall, right? How'd it go?" I responded.
"Yeah, but I never thought she was serious about the breakup until now." Guy replied with his voice seeming to fade.
"Look, I'm real sorry buddy, what do you want me to do? I could talk to Connie if you - -" I tried to sympathize.
"It's alright. She doesn't need me anymore." Guy continued, seeming to be perfectly fine about the whole thing. "Hey, time to move on, right?"
"Whatever you say, buckaroo." I switched the phone over to my other ear.
Fulton got up and started to jump "Conway! Ten more points, ya gotta see this!"
"Sounds like you have to go." Guy went before I could tell him anything.
"Okie, call you up later. Bye." I said, turning to the group.
"Later, dude." Germaine hung up.
"Charlie! You're missing out big time! Five more points!" Goldberg exclaimed, calling me over. "To the left, Banks, to the left!!"
I ran to see what the sitch was. "No, freak, to the right! You're running out of time!" I joined in the frenzy.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" Banks pumped his fist in the air after he made the jump to the other side of the virtual mountain. "Look, the finish line!"
"There it is, there it is!" Jessie screamed as Mario ran closer to it.
"Praise the lord!" Averman leaped outta his seat. "We did it, we did it!"
We certainly did, and at that, the credits started to roll and everyone started high-fiving everyone else. It was almost like our victory over Iceland, except this time it was the victory over Bowser. Ducks definitely rock the party.
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks!! 'Nuff said.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Three: The Aftermath
I got home safe and sound. It was as if the whole breakup never happened at all. Guy asked Connie if she wanted to help him buy a birthday present for his dad, and she said yes.. weird, huh? But then when I asked Connie about it, she was all "Yeah, so what?"
I'll leave that to them. I still think it was almost too patriotic in a duck-way to be true when Connie said all that stuff about the breakup being for the sake of hockey. I better stop thinking about their love life anyhow.
Today is a Sunday, so me, being Charlie Conway, just stayed in my pajamas 'til eleven, and munched my soggy cereal all throughout watching a good re- run marathon of X-men Evolution.
Again, that afternoon, we headed for Banks'. His parents loved having people over, just to make the place look happier. We were complete, except for Guy and Connie. I just shut up about what I heard.
Jessie seemed like he was OK, still wonder what coach told him though. But then again, I figured, hey, if I'm not telling them what I heard, I guess he has every right in the world to also keep quiet about what HE heard.
"Thanks, Banks." Averman slid the empty cup across the nook.
"C'mon, guys, I'm at the boss already!" We heard Jessie yell from the other side of the house. He and some of the other guys had been playing Mario the whole afternoon. Immediately, everyone ran upstairs.
I just remained with Banks in the kitchen, actually, it was the other way around, he was waiting for me to finish what I was doing.
"Conway! That's a nasty one!" He squinted and took another look at my mutating wound, which had just gotten worse. It was nearly the color of a carrot about to ripen now. Greenish-orange.
I continued to ice it and chuckled at his remark when Mrs. Ramona came in, she was the housekeeper of the Bankses.
"Adam, the mail's here!" She walked in, sorting through it. "Wow, you have quite a lot of mail, Mr. Banks."
"Thanks, Mrs. Ramona!" Adam reached over and smiled. "Got the new issue of Sports Unlimited."
"Cool." I said, walking over with the icepack tied around my knee.
"What about the rest of this?" I went through the other mail.
"You wanna do the honors?" Adam snickered and pointed at the rest of the stack. "Anything there?"
Phone bill, junk, letter to Mrs. Banks from a friend, junk, Notice regarding upcoming local elections, junk, letter to Adam Banks from the St. Paul Institute of SciTech, junk.. Hold on a second.
"Adam..?" I called his name out and inspected the envelope.
"Hello, earth to cake eater!" I repeated myself and stared at him, still browsing through the magazine with the Diamondbacks' logo on it.
"Oh, sorry, dude, check it out, there's this rad article about - -" He didn't get to finish what he was saying, not before I interrupted.
"Adam, you got a letter, here." I handed it to him and he looked just as spaced out as me.
"What's this?" He tore it open and pulled it out, I just sat back down, I wasn't that nosy. Well, sure I eavesdropped on Germaine yesterday, but this was different.
"Oh, nothing." Banks hid it under the table. It was kind of suspicious though.. "Well, nothing I'm interested in."
"Junk?" I asked, trying to make him talk.
"Here." He handed it over to me.
"Okie." I got it from him. Hey, it's not bad, He let me do it, right?
To Mr. Adam Banks,
We, the board of directors at the St. Paul Institute of SciTech, have been aware that you, Mr. Banks, in hockey have been, exerting outstanding efforts and wish to grant you a semi-scholarship to the school for the next school year, hoping to give you a good high school education. Please do consider St. Paul Institute of SciTech when you decide on your future school.
The Board of Directors St. Paul Institute of SciTech
"Woah, Adam." I put down the letter.
"C'mon, Eden Hall all the way, I'm sticking by the ducks." Banks got back the letter and shoved it back into its envelope. "My parents know, and they were thrilled about E.H.A. already. No big deal."
"But.." I muttered under my breath. "Promise we'll still be teammates in September?"
"Sure thing, man." He said, spitting into his palm. I did the same and fived him. It was a duck tradition. All of us did it that day we left Los Angeles, well, except Coach Bombay.
"Thanks, dude." I whispered and started to think.. First Connie breaking up 'cos of the ducks and now Banks, gosh, they must really love being ducks. I never knew it was the same with them. Boy, I love being a duck.
*
Back upstairs, everyone was yelling at the TV like a bunch of idiots. "No! Where'd Yoshi go? Come back!"
Yup, we were still playing Mario Brothers, and only 50 points away from topping the highest score ever.
"Rrring!" went the Banks phone, no one picked it up.
"Spazway, could you get that?" Banks asked aloud from where he was, glued to the control.
"Fine." I walked over to the side of the room and picked up. "Hello?"
"Oh, hey Charlie!" It was Guy.
"Guy? You Okie, you don't sound like yourself." I tapped my fingers against the wall and waited for him to answer.
"What? I'm fine." Guy snapped back.
"OK, what's up with you?" I tried to change the topic.
"You know Connie broke up with me?" Guy asked. I couldn't say yes or he'd know what I'd been doing.
"Really? Just today? The two of you seemed perfect whatever yesterday." I lied, well, not exactly.
"No, it happened yesterday, during the talk." Guy explained. Having a friend explain it to you is so much easier than listening through a brick wall.
"Oh.. But you two just came home from the mall, right? How'd it go?" I responded.
"Yeah, but I never thought she was serious about the breakup until now." Guy replied with his voice seeming to fade.
"Look, I'm real sorry buddy, what do you want me to do? I could talk to Connie if you - -" I tried to sympathize.
"It's alright. She doesn't need me anymore." Guy continued, seeming to be perfectly fine about the whole thing. "Hey, time to move on, right?"
"Whatever you say, buckaroo." I switched the phone over to my other ear.
Fulton got up and started to jump "Conway! Ten more points, ya gotta see this!"
"Sounds like you have to go." Guy went before I could tell him anything.
"Okie, call you up later. Bye." I said, turning to the group.
"Later, dude." Germaine hung up.
"Charlie! You're missing out big time! Five more points!" Goldberg exclaimed, calling me over. "To the left, Banks, to the left!!"
I ran to see what the sitch was. "No, freak, to the right! You're running out of time!" I joined in the frenzy.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" Banks pumped his fist in the air after he made the jump to the other side of the virtual mountain. "Look, the finish line!"
"There it is, there it is!" Jessie screamed as Mario ran closer to it.
"Praise the lord!" Averman leaped outta his seat. "We did it, we did it!"
We certainly did, and at that, the credits started to roll and everyone started high-fiving everyone else. It was almost like our victory over Iceland, except this time it was the victory over Bowser. Ducks definitely rock the party.