Note to Readers: I got this thing drafted, and it's gonna be around 13
chapters, plus an epilogue if you guys want me to make one.. Should I?
Disclaimer: I repudiate the ducks. Ew.. repudiate? Where'd I learn that word? Yeah.. and the Matrix too! I mentioned it somewhere here..
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Eight: Been A While
"Connie, Charlie talked to me." Guy muttered and stood up from where he was seated. "It's okie.. really."
Connie was dumbfounded and at the same time, felt relieved. "That's nice. I have a lot of friends on the ducks now." She smiled. "Thanks to you."
Guy returned the smile as well. "Hey, leave the door open?"
"Sure. There's plenty of time." Connie answered and left, of course, not before giving her good friend a big warm hug. "You're a good friend, Guy."
*
The door opened and Connie and Guy were out. Banks and I were still there, after all, we wouldn't want to miss the heartbreak or make-up of the century. Take your pick.
"Betcha two dollars they made up." Banks sighed to me.
I shot a look at Adam. "Make it five and you're on." Making money out of the Cakeater sure was fun.
"You're on!" He thumped his fist on the table as the two sat down. "Well?"
I hit Banks on the back. Boy, I was striking him up today. First the Gretzky thing and now this. Why'd he say that? If there was any person to say that, it wouldn't be him, but me! "Yeah! What happened?"
Connie and Banks snickered at the same time and I exchanged glances with Guy. He looked totally mortified. I just didn't know if that was good. He motioned and said. "We're friends."
Adam rubbed his palms together. "Cough it up, spazway."
Oh, fine, I thought to myself and dug my pocket for five dollars, all in quarters. "That's Captain to you, but here you go anyway."
"What was that?" Guy asked, obliviously.
Banks laughed and set the coins aside. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"Okie then." Connie ringed. "You guys wanna watch TV? I got the tape of the Matrix!" Her voice trailed away.
We all gave her thumbs up, and the other two guys left and headed for the den and I helped her look for the tape, she and I both knew I had an ulterior motive.
We head back to her room. "More details, Captain?" She joked and searched the top of the shelf, while I checked the bottom.
"Affirmative, Cadet Moreau." I joked back at her.
She turned and faced me from the top of the chair. "He was sweet." She shrugged. "He said he totally understood."
I congratulated myself. Ya see.. talking to Guy actually did help. "That's good."
"Yup!" She chirped. "Found it!" Connie jumped off the chair. "Let's go!"
I followed her out of her room.
She broke off. "Oh yeah, Thanks, Conway."
*
There we were, seated on the Moreau living room rug, with Connie and Banks' eyes glued to the TV. Guy and I on the other hand, were off busy chit chattering on the other side of the room.
"What's up with Banks?" Guy brought it up. I knew he would.
I guess I couldn't lie now. "Julie stuff." I said it my quietest voice. Hey, I didn't say she was coming or anything! Besides, if I lied to Guy, he'd just figure it all out.
"Man!." He said, looking at me intently "You have to stop teasing him! He doesn't even like her anymore!"
I smirked. "I know that." I know everything.
"Besides, you never know what happened back in LA, and I think you're forgetting about some other teammate we have that has a thing going on for her as well." He hinted and I got exactly what he meant right away. Portman. Duh.
"He he." I began. "Not like she wants to have anything to do with any of those two anyway."
Germaine shot me an intriguing and yet very mischievous face. "Ya never know. Maybe not today. But tomorrow is a new day, and so is the next." He shrugged and we started trailing off, talking about a lot of things. "You know what, maybe when the New Ducks come over here we can introduce them to the rest, the originals. Ya know?"
I nodded. Now that was an idea.
Bang! The tv went.
"Guys, it's your favorite ever so bloody scene!" Connie yelled in sarcasm.
But the thought stuck in my head. I could already imagine it. "Old ducks, meet new ducks."
*
As soon as we were done, we left with time to spare before summer curfew, and weird enough, I decided not to go home with Germaine and Banks. That day, I took the scenic route, walking by myself, nearing home.
Then I heard a bunch of murmurs from behind me. I turned around and there was no one in sight. "Anybody there?"
I continued walking, only at a faster pace. It was getting dark, and paranoia from watching the Matrix yet again, worked its way up my head. Forget it, Charlie, I told myself.
After that, I heard a bunch of footsteps. Several of them. Thud Thud Thud. They went briskly walking. The sound was coming from behind me. I glanced back again, and again, nothing. Nada, Zippo, Zilch.
I scanned the area a second time, and then a third. I think I found the culprit.
Behind corner of the big brick house, I saw a black sleeve. Cakeater Hawks. Of course, I wasn't crazy enough as Fulton, or Jessie or Portman, for that matter. So I began heading on back home. Only three buildings away, I thought to myself and turned right back around.
And ya know what? I got there without being mobbed. So now the Hawks are stalkers now, huh? But it wouldn't be Charlie Conway of me to leave without word.
"Hey, Larson, McGill, don't think I didn't see that." I shot and there was a budge from hedge plant. Oh yeah. "Don't worry. We'll play with you again. And we'll win. New ducks, and old." I said, and stepped into the building.
*
There was a happy feeling inside of me as I got in bed that night. I did the right thing. I finally showed those freaks!
In a few months, I thought to myself, I'd be going to some Cakeater school. Hah. That sounded so strange. Too bad about the others though. I took one look around my room and thought about the team.
And as I glanced at the scholarship letter which I had posted up next to a picture of my mom and biological dad up on the bulletin board. Mom had signed the letter already. I was good to go. Then my gaze averted to my peewee trophy, this is how this all started, I thought. Too bad the others couldn't go with us anymore.
"Let's call some ducks." I said to myself.
I dialed up.. and it was ringing. "Hi. Is Peter home? This is Charlie Conway."
"Hello?" A deep voice went. That sure didn't sound like Peter! "Spazway?"
I was astonished. That deep voice was him. "Peter? Hey!"
"Golly Gee, I haven't heard from you in a while. How are the Ducks?"
"Fine." I said to him and smiled. "Just fine. And You?"
Disclaimer: I repudiate the ducks. Ew.. repudiate? Where'd I learn that word? Yeah.. and the Matrix too! I mentioned it somewhere here..
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Eight: Been A While
"Connie, Charlie talked to me." Guy muttered and stood up from where he was seated. "It's okie.. really."
Connie was dumbfounded and at the same time, felt relieved. "That's nice. I have a lot of friends on the ducks now." She smiled. "Thanks to you."
Guy returned the smile as well. "Hey, leave the door open?"
"Sure. There's plenty of time." Connie answered and left, of course, not before giving her good friend a big warm hug. "You're a good friend, Guy."
*
The door opened and Connie and Guy were out. Banks and I were still there, after all, we wouldn't want to miss the heartbreak or make-up of the century. Take your pick.
"Betcha two dollars they made up." Banks sighed to me.
I shot a look at Adam. "Make it five and you're on." Making money out of the Cakeater sure was fun.
"You're on!" He thumped his fist on the table as the two sat down. "Well?"
I hit Banks on the back. Boy, I was striking him up today. First the Gretzky thing and now this. Why'd he say that? If there was any person to say that, it wouldn't be him, but me! "Yeah! What happened?"
Connie and Banks snickered at the same time and I exchanged glances with Guy. He looked totally mortified. I just didn't know if that was good. He motioned and said. "We're friends."
Adam rubbed his palms together. "Cough it up, spazway."
Oh, fine, I thought to myself and dug my pocket for five dollars, all in quarters. "That's Captain to you, but here you go anyway."
"What was that?" Guy asked, obliviously.
Banks laughed and set the coins aside. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"Okie then." Connie ringed. "You guys wanna watch TV? I got the tape of the Matrix!" Her voice trailed away.
We all gave her thumbs up, and the other two guys left and headed for the den and I helped her look for the tape, she and I both knew I had an ulterior motive.
We head back to her room. "More details, Captain?" She joked and searched the top of the shelf, while I checked the bottom.
"Affirmative, Cadet Moreau." I joked back at her.
She turned and faced me from the top of the chair. "He was sweet." She shrugged. "He said he totally understood."
I congratulated myself. Ya see.. talking to Guy actually did help. "That's good."
"Yup!" She chirped. "Found it!" Connie jumped off the chair. "Let's go!"
I followed her out of her room.
She broke off. "Oh yeah, Thanks, Conway."
*
There we were, seated on the Moreau living room rug, with Connie and Banks' eyes glued to the TV. Guy and I on the other hand, were off busy chit chattering on the other side of the room.
"What's up with Banks?" Guy brought it up. I knew he would.
I guess I couldn't lie now. "Julie stuff." I said it my quietest voice. Hey, I didn't say she was coming or anything! Besides, if I lied to Guy, he'd just figure it all out.
"Man!." He said, looking at me intently "You have to stop teasing him! He doesn't even like her anymore!"
I smirked. "I know that." I know everything.
"Besides, you never know what happened back in LA, and I think you're forgetting about some other teammate we have that has a thing going on for her as well." He hinted and I got exactly what he meant right away. Portman. Duh.
"He he." I began. "Not like she wants to have anything to do with any of those two anyway."
Germaine shot me an intriguing and yet very mischievous face. "Ya never know. Maybe not today. But tomorrow is a new day, and so is the next." He shrugged and we started trailing off, talking about a lot of things. "You know what, maybe when the New Ducks come over here we can introduce them to the rest, the originals. Ya know?"
I nodded. Now that was an idea.
Bang! The tv went.
"Guys, it's your favorite ever so bloody scene!" Connie yelled in sarcasm.
But the thought stuck in my head. I could already imagine it. "Old ducks, meet new ducks."
*
As soon as we were done, we left with time to spare before summer curfew, and weird enough, I decided not to go home with Germaine and Banks. That day, I took the scenic route, walking by myself, nearing home.
Then I heard a bunch of murmurs from behind me. I turned around and there was no one in sight. "Anybody there?"
I continued walking, only at a faster pace. It was getting dark, and paranoia from watching the Matrix yet again, worked its way up my head. Forget it, Charlie, I told myself.
After that, I heard a bunch of footsteps. Several of them. Thud Thud Thud. They went briskly walking. The sound was coming from behind me. I glanced back again, and again, nothing. Nada, Zippo, Zilch.
I scanned the area a second time, and then a third. I think I found the culprit.
Behind corner of the big brick house, I saw a black sleeve. Cakeater Hawks. Of course, I wasn't crazy enough as Fulton, or Jessie or Portman, for that matter. So I began heading on back home. Only three buildings away, I thought to myself and turned right back around.
And ya know what? I got there without being mobbed. So now the Hawks are stalkers now, huh? But it wouldn't be Charlie Conway of me to leave without word.
"Hey, Larson, McGill, don't think I didn't see that." I shot and there was a budge from hedge plant. Oh yeah. "Don't worry. We'll play with you again. And we'll win. New ducks, and old." I said, and stepped into the building.
*
There was a happy feeling inside of me as I got in bed that night. I did the right thing. I finally showed those freaks!
In a few months, I thought to myself, I'd be going to some Cakeater school. Hah. That sounded so strange. Too bad about the others though. I took one look around my room and thought about the team.
And as I glanced at the scholarship letter which I had posted up next to a picture of my mom and biological dad up on the bulletin board. Mom had signed the letter already. I was good to go. Then my gaze averted to my peewee trophy, this is how this all started, I thought. Too bad the others couldn't go with us anymore.
"Let's call some ducks." I said to myself.
I dialed up.. and it was ringing. "Hi. Is Peter home? This is Charlie Conway."
"Hello?" A deep voice went. That sure didn't sound like Peter! "Spazway?"
I was astonished. That deep voice was him. "Peter? Hey!"
"Golly Gee, I haven't heard from you in a while. How are the Ducks?"
"Fine." I said to him and smiled. "Just fine. And You?"