Title: And I Fell… (Part 8 - "The Beginning of Things to Come")
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: More whiny!Adam stuff here and the Bash Brothers appear again. Oh, and I also poke fun at Dwayne.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
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Adam was depressed.
Really depressed.
So many things were going wrong in his life.
First, his notebook, which contained VERY private information, was missing. Second, ever since his and Julie's falling out yesterday, the girl still wouldn't say a word to him. He'd called her three times last night, only to be greeted by Mister Dial Tone when she hung up in his face all three times. So in conclusion, he was beginning to regret his lousy attitude from yesterday.
And as if he didn't have enough problems already, his loving parents had just informed him that they were heading out to a two-week-long conference in New York the following morning. In a hurry, they had slapped a hundred dollar bill in his hand along with a couple of charge cards and left. Well, so much for any sort of prior notice.
Refusing to mull over his parents, Adam concentrated on patching things up with Julie. He hoped to spot her from the various crowds gathered on campus in order to apologize for his juvenile behavior.
Knowing from past experiences, he wouldn't last long if Julie didn't start talking to him again soon. The memory of the vicious name-calling fight they had back in freshmen year came to mind. He involuntarily shuddered, especially at the recollection of one particular name she'd yelled at him during their heated argument. He remembered how they'd almost severed their friendship over that day, that fight.
After shaking off the bad memory, Adam directed his thoughts back to locating Julie's whereabouts. Instead of finding her, his eyes fell on a large group of tough-looking kids walking past the school gates.
The Flying 'V'!
Panicking, he ducked around a corner before any of them could have spotted him.
After making sure that none of the gang had seen him, Adam kicked the dirt at his feet as he reevaluated his manhood. He hated hiding out like a coward, but it was no use. He'd managed to make an enemy out of Jesse Hall, the Flying 'V's "second in command," and sooner or later, he was going to have to face the music. In other words -- he was going to get his face bashed into a bloody pulp.
Well, he reasoned, assessing the seriousness of the situation, better later than sooner.
And so, Adam hid behind the corner until the 'V' were out of sight. He let out a relieved breath as he watched them disappear somewhere into the school. Cautiously, he edged away from his hiding spot, his eyes glued to the large school doors.
When the coast was clear, Adam rushed off with the hope of finding Julie before homeroom began.
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"Wow. It's only 8:30 and the Bash Brothers have already kicked off their drug trafficking. I'm impressed," commented Russ as he watched the Bashes already at work in some obscure corner of the school. He turned to Guy, who surprisingly wasn't attached to Connie at the moment. "So where's your girlfriend, Germaine?"
Guy sighed. "I dunno. Probably skipping school to go shopping. I'll never understand girls, man."
"I know what you mean, Guy-Wee. I have the same problem with Sarah," added Averman, who was currently drawing something on his portable dry-erase board. Guy threw him a strange look.
"Ok, I'm gonna let the 'Guy-Wee' thing slide for now, but who is this Sarah?" he asked curiously.
Averman's expression contorted into one of utter shock. "You mean you don't know about my Sarah??"
Guy rolled his eyes. "If I'd known about her, I wouldn't have asked now, would I? Lame-brain…"
"Hmm," the red head considered. "Ok, I see where you're coming from." He flipped the board around to show Guy.
Guy laughed. "You stupid fuck! That's Sarah Michelle Gellar!"
Averman grinned and waggled his eyebrows comically. "I know."
Goldberg snatched the board from Averman. "Hey, Aves, why do you have this thing with you, anyway?"
Averman snatched it back and fawned over the picture. "Can't a guy just like to draw? Geez!"
Their banter was interrupted when Jesse appeared from out of nowhere.
"Hey, anyone seen Charlie?" Jesse asked, appealing to the group. A chorus of 'nah, man' and 'nope' echoed back to him.
Jesse looked peeved. "Dammit! Charlie was supposed to help me track down that Banks kid today."
Dwayne's expression was clueless, as usual, yet somehow, he was able to come up with a sound suggestion. "Uh, Jesse, there's more than five of us here. Wouldn't that be enough to find one person?" he drawled, and his friends gawked at him in disbelief. "What? What did I say, ya'll?"
"Wow," Russ said in awe. "Cowboy actually made a good point."
Everyone turned to stare at Jesse, who scoffed.
"Ok, so he has a point. Big whoop."
"Come on, Jesse man," Kenny spoke up. "We're the Flying 'V' and we always stick together, especially when it's time for some ass kicking."
Jesse looked like he'd had enough of this group discussion.
"Fine, then. If you all want to help, then go ahead and help. But since he humiliated me, I get to mess him up first, got it?"
"Whatever you say, man," Ken spoke for everyone.
"Good," Jesse curtly stated then took off by himself down the hall.
Puzzled, the other boys watched him go.
"Jesus, what's his problem?" Luis ventured to ask as soon as Jesse was out of ear-shot.
Averman snickered and held up his dry-erase board with a dopey grin. Luis gave him a sarcastic smile. "Ha ha, you're such a comedian, Averman. NOT!"
Everyone proceeded to smack Averman on the head with the exception of Dwayne, who stared quizzically at the three-letter word on the redhead's board.
"Uh, fellers, what's 'Pimis'?"
Just when they thought Dwayne was wising up, some brain-dead comment had to come and mess it up.
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Portman laughed, counting the wad of bills in his hand.
"Dude, we are racking up sales like crazy!"
For the first time that day, Fulton smiled. He couldn't blame Portman's exuberance, since they were making lots of profit that morning. However, the smile left his face as quickly as it had come.
He stared at Portman enviously. Fulton hated being the paranoid one. Sometimes, he wished he could be as carefree and easy-going as Portman, even if it did tend to make him seem oblivious at times. He didn't mind that. In fact, he'd give anything just to plaster on a smile and keep the business rolling, to pretend like they were invincible to the world and its problems...
Lost in thought, Fulton nervously bit his thumbnail.
Fulton wasn't ignorant. He kept his eyes and ears open. He knew what was happening and what secrets everybody's hushed whispers held.
It was no surprise to him that rumors were circulating on campus grounds involving him, Portman, and yesterday's deal in the bathroom with Jesse Hall. He thought back to Jesse's reassurance and how it didn't mean shit, especially when there now was a leak in their vital operation.
Unconsciously curling one hand into a tight fist, Fulton punch the palm of his other hand, creating a fleshy 'smack.'
This situation could very well compromise his and Portman's positions as Hill Haven's most popular substance peddlers. Mr. B wouldn't like that at all. It would definitely make business in the teenage market drop drastically, and he certainly couldn't let that happen.
Besides, there was no way he was giving up this high-rolling lifestyle over one sloppy deal with an amateur. No fucking way.
"Hey, Fult, what are you thinking so hard about?" Portman's voice broke into his silent musings.
"Nothing, man," he fibbed, but Portman didn't seem to notice. Portman never noticed. Fulton leaned against a row of lockers, giving his friend a half-smile. "Just spacing. I think that puff I had this morning is still in my system."
"Oh, ok," Portman said with a grin and a shrug and went back to counting their money.
Fulton sighed.
Somehow, somebody was going to pay for this. Somebody was going to have to pay for endangering their jobs.
A dark glint appeared in his eyes.
And he knew exactly who.
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Charlie didn't show up for class until the lunch period came around. When he did, he got right to work.
Contrary to popular belief, he'd never gone so far as to hunt people down; but strangely, this particular situation fascinated him to the point where he'd even take the opportunity to conduct an investigation on the Julie girl.
So far, he had almost little to no information on Adam Banks or his girlfriend. Apparently, the pair was as elusive as a couple of bandits. But Charlie wasn't worried; he'd get his info sooner or later.
He glanced over to the Flying 'V's table, which was full with an exception of two seats, his and Jesse's.
"Yo, Spazway!"
Charlie felt someone punching his arm.
"I didn't think you'd show up. Where you been?"
"I felt like staying in bed this morning."
Jesse laughed. "All right. Well, you ready to track down that cake-eater, Banks, man?"
Oh, shit. In the middle of devising his brilliant game plan, Charlie had totally forgotten that helping Jesse to pursue and destroy Banks was definitely out of the question. Nevertheless, he didn't want to burst his friend's bubble just yet.
"Uh, right," he lied, stuffing his hands into his pockets, as if he was trying to hide his guilt.
Jesse beamed, unaware of Charlie's lack of enthusiasm at the suggestion.
"Fuck, yeah! Let's go then!"
Charlie sighed, not able to take any more of Jesse's over zealousness. "Jesse, I can't today. There's some personal business I gotta get done."
Jesse blinked, looking mildly surprised and let down. "Oh, okay, man. I'm down with that, but you will help me find the bastard later, right?"
"Sure, Jess," Charlie assured half-heartedly.
Jesse smiled, nonetheless. "Aight, later, Spazzy!"
"Shithead," Charlie joked as Jesse walked back to their table.
Now, to attend to his agenda.
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Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: More whiny!Adam stuff here and the Bash Brothers appear again. Oh, and I also poke fun at Dwayne.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
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Adam was depressed.
Really depressed.
So many things were going wrong in his life.
First, his notebook, which contained VERY private information, was missing. Second, ever since his and Julie's falling out yesterday, the girl still wouldn't say a word to him. He'd called her three times last night, only to be greeted by Mister Dial Tone when she hung up in his face all three times. So in conclusion, he was beginning to regret his lousy attitude from yesterday.
And as if he didn't have enough problems already, his loving parents had just informed him that they were heading out to a two-week-long conference in New York the following morning. In a hurry, they had slapped a hundred dollar bill in his hand along with a couple of charge cards and left. Well, so much for any sort of prior notice.
Refusing to mull over his parents, Adam concentrated on patching things up with Julie. He hoped to spot her from the various crowds gathered on campus in order to apologize for his juvenile behavior.
Knowing from past experiences, he wouldn't last long if Julie didn't start talking to him again soon. The memory of the vicious name-calling fight they had back in freshmen year came to mind. He involuntarily shuddered, especially at the recollection of one particular name she'd yelled at him during their heated argument. He remembered how they'd almost severed their friendship over that day, that fight.
After shaking off the bad memory, Adam directed his thoughts back to locating Julie's whereabouts. Instead of finding her, his eyes fell on a large group of tough-looking kids walking past the school gates.
The Flying 'V'!
Panicking, he ducked around a corner before any of them could have spotted him.
After making sure that none of the gang had seen him, Adam kicked the dirt at his feet as he reevaluated his manhood. He hated hiding out like a coward, but it was no use. He'd managed to make an enemy out of Jesse Hall, the Flying 'V's "second in command," and sooner or later, he was going to have to face the music. In other words -- he was going to get his face bashed into a bloody pulp.
Well, he reasoned, assessing the seriousness of the situation, better later than sooner.
And so, Adam hid behind the corner until the 'V' were out of sight. He let out a relieved breath as he watched them disappear somewhere into the school. Cautiously, he edged away from his hiding spot, his eyes glued to the large school doors.
When the coast was clear, Adam rushed off with the hope of finding Julie before homeroom began.
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"Wow. It's only 8:30 and the Bash Brothers have already kicked off their drug trafficking. I'm impressed," commented Russ as he watched the Bashes already at work in some obscure corner of the school. He turned to Guy, who surprisingly wasn't attached to Connie at the moment. "So where's your girlfriend, Germaine?"
Guy sighed. "I dunno. Probably skipping school to go shopping. I'll never understand girls, man."
"I know what you mean, Guy-Wee. I have the same problem with Sarah," added Averman, who was currently drawing something on his portable dry-erase board. Guy threw him a strange look.
"Ok, I'm gonna let the 'Guy-Wee' thing slide for now, but who is this Sarah?" he asked curiously.
Averman's expression contorted into one of utter shock. "You mean you don't know about my Sarah??"
Guy rolled his eyes. "If I'd known about her, I wouldn't have asked now, would I? Lame-brain…"
"Hmm," the red head considered. "Ok, I see where you're coming from." He flipped the board around to show Guy.
Guy laughed. "You stupid fuck! That's Sarah Michelle Gellar!"
Averman grinned and waggled his eyebrows comically. "I know."
Goldberg snatched the board from Averman. "Hey, Aves, why do you have this thing with you, anyway?"
Averman snatched it back and fawned over the picture. "Can't a guy just like to draw? Geez!"
Their banter was interrupted when Jesse appeared from out of nowhere.
"Hey, anyone seen Charlie?" Jesse asked, appealing to the group. A chorus of 'nah, man' and 'nope' echoed back to him.
Jesse looked peeved. "Dammit! Charlie was supposed to help me track down that Banks kid today."
Dwayne's expression was clueless, as usual, yet somehow, he was able to come up with a sound suggestion. "Uh, Jesse, there's more than five of us here. Wouldn't that be enough to find one person?" he drawled, and his friends gawked at him in disbelief. "What? What did I say, ya'll?"
"Wow," Russ said in awe. "Cowboy actually made a good point."
Everyone turned to stare at Jesse, who scoffed.
"Ok, so he has a point. Big whoop."
"Come on, Jesse man," Kenny spoke up. "We're the Flying 'V' and we always stick together, especially when it's time for some ass kicking."
Jesse looked like he'd had enough of this group discussion.
"Fine, then. If you all want to help, then go ahead and help. But since he humiliated me, I get to mess him up first, got it?"
"Whatever you say, man," Ken spoke for everyone.
"Good," Jesse curtly stated then took off by himself down the hall.
Puzzled, the other boys watched him go.
"Jesus, what's his problem?" Luis ventured to ask as soon as Jesse was out of ear-shot.
Averman snickered and held up his dry-erase board with a dopey grin. Luis gave him a sarcastic smile. "Ha ha, you're such a comedian, Averman. NOT!"
Everyone proceeded to smack Averman on the head with the exception of Dwayne, who stared quizzically at the three-letter word on the redhead's board.
"Uh, fellers, what's 'Pimis'?"
Just when they thought Dwayne was wising up, some brain-dead comment had to come and mess it up.
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Portman laughed, counting the wad of bills in his hand.
"Dude, we are racking up sales like crazy!"
For the first time that day, Fulton smiled. He couldn't blame Portman's exuberance, since they were making lots of profit that morning. However, the smile left his face as quickly as it had come.
He stared at Portman enviously. Fulton hated being the paranoid one. Sometimes, he wished he could be as carefree and easy-going as Portman, even if it did tend to make him seem oblivious at times. He didn't mind that. In fact, he'd give anything just to plaster on a smile and keep the business rolling, to pretend like they were invincible to the world and its problems...
Lost in thought, Fulton nervously bit his thumbnail.
Fulton wasn't ignorant. He kept his eyes and ears open. He knew what was happening and what secrets everybody's hushed whispers held.
It was no surprise to him that rumors were circulating on campus grounds involving him, Portman, and yesterday's deal in the bathroom with Jesse Hall. He thought back to Jesse's reassurance and how it didn't mean shit, especially when there now was a leak in their vital operation.
Unconsciously curling one hand into a tight fist, Fulton punch the palm of his other hand, creating a fleshy 'smack.'
This situation could very well compromise his and Portman's positions as Hill Haven's most popular substance peddlers. Mr. B wouldn't like that at all. It would definitely make business in the teenage market drop drastically, and he certainly couldn't let that happen.
Besides, there was no way he was giving up this high-rolling lifestyle over one sloppy deal with an amateur. No fucking way.
"Hey, Fult, what are you thinking so hard about?" Portman's voice broke into his silent musings.
"Nothing, man," he fibbed, but Portman didn't seem to notice. Portman never noticed. Fulton leaned against a row of lockers, giving his friend a half-smile. "Just spacing. I think that puff I had this morning is still in my system."
"Oh, ok," Portman said with a grin and a shrug and went back to counting their money.
Fulton sighed.
Somehow, somebody was going to pay for this. Somebody was going to have to pay for endangering their jobs.
A dark glint appeared in his eyes.
And he knew exactly who.
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Charlie didn't show up for class until the lunch period came around. When he did, he got right to work.
Contrary to popular belief, he'd never gone so far as to hunt people down; but strangely, this particular situation fascinated him to the point where he'd even take the opportunity to conduct an investigation on the Julie girl.
So far, he had almost little to no information on Adam Banks or his girlfriend. Apparently, the pair was as elusive as a couple of bandits. But Charlie wasn't worried; he'd get his info sooner or later.
He glanced over to the Flying 'V's table, which was full with an exception of two seats, his and Jesse's.
"Yo, Spazway!"
Charlie felt someone punching his arm.
"I didn't think you'd show up. Where you been?"
"I felt like staying in bed this morning."
Jesse laughed. "All right. Well, you ready to track down that cake-eater, Banks, man?"
Oh, shit. In the middle of devising his brilliant game plan, Charlie had totally forgotten that helping Jesse to pursue and destroy Banks was definitely out of the question. Nevertheless, he didn't want to burst his friend's bubble just yet.
"Uh, right," he lied, stuffing his hands into his pockets, as if he was trying to hide his guilt.
Jesse beamed, unaware of Charlie's lack of enthusiasm at the suggestion.
"Fuck, yeah! Let's go then!"
Charlie sighed, not able to take any more of Jesse's over zealousness. "Jesse, I can't today. There's some personal business I gotta get done."
Jesse blinked, looking mildly surprised and let down. "Oh, okay, man. I'm down with that, but you will help me find the bastard later, right?"
"Sure, Jess," Charlie assured half-heartedly.
Jesse smiled, nonetheless. "Aight, later, Spazzy!"
"Shithead," Charlie joked as Jesse walked back to their table.
Now, to attend to his agenda.
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