Notes: Ok I had no idea people would have problems reading who's saying
what (it was clear to me but hey I did write it!) so I've tired to make it
much more clear in this update. Thanks for the suggestions and feed back!
Hope this chapter provides a bit of amusement (I myself have no clue why
I've written Luis this way just happened!) Also have no clue about where to
go with the story I have several ideas, we'll just have to wait and see
what works! Enjoy!
"I say, what is my fair team doing today?" Luis spoke again in Shakespearean style. He was meat with glares as the guys went back to watching hockey.
"Oh come on! That was a dive!" Charlie yelled furiously at the television.
"He was tripped!" Ken argued back.
"Guys, it was both. The Wings player dived and the Avs player tripped him. Refs for once made a fair and just call." Dwayne spoke calmly sitting between the two. They both glared at him before muttering things to support their own individual views on the play. Luis took a seat by the wall and began gesturing around wildly going threw his part in the play. The room soon became louder as Fulton, Portman, Goldberg and Averman joined in.
"GOOOOOAAAAAAAL!!! Yeah!!! Peter the Great!!" Ken cheered wildly.
"Wow, that was a really nice play." Dwayne said smiling at Ken.
"Cujo looked like crap on that one! I coulda stopped that!" Goldberg laughed.
"Ugh!" Was the only thing Charlie had to say on the play.
"Where are the fights? Is this not an Avs/Wings game? Gezz." Groaned Portman. Fulton nodded agreeing.
"Twas a lovely play by an admirably impressive titan of the frozen court. But I fear I feel the strife in the air. Could it be my team before me is in dissension?" Luis asked with a very serious look on his face. He was met with six heads turning his way.
"I fear you're about to feel the fury of my fist if you don't shut up Hamlet." Portman growled at Luis. Luis in return just smiled nerviously and stuck his nose back in the script.
As the 2nd period came to a close most of the guys began to get up and stir. Averman went to order pizza, Dwayne, Ken & Fulton ran to the convenient store just around the corner for more soda, chips and whatever else they could think of. "Hey Portman, how did Julie sound on the phone again, you said she was short and kinda weepy?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah her voice cracked towards the end she sounded really.." He paused a moment thinking of the words. "She actually sounded like she was in shock so she spoke mostly as if recorded. If that makes sense." He finished shrugging at Charlie. He didn't dare mention the really bad feeling he'd felt since she had called. Something wasn't right and it was about to get worse, he just knew it somehow.
The 3rd period started and the guys all returned to yelling and cheering on their sides. Finally a fight busted out to make Portman & Fulton happy, the Wings scored to tie the game making Charlie and now also Averman happy. Luis, well Luis was already happy now sitting by the window making eyes at the blonde swimming in the pool below. Goldberg however should have kept him mouth shut but he didn't.
"This western conference hockey is just insane. There's no flow it's just beat, bang, hack and whack hockey. The east is much better." He popped a chip in his mouth and glanced around expecting an agreement.
"And you're saying this simply because you're team happens to be in the east right?" Charlie asked.
"One of the best in the east and the NHL." Goldberg smiled.
"Yeah, we'll take a look at our favorite teams, all of them have a better record then your Flyers, well Averman's doesn't but they are forgiven. And Luis well, wait Luis you still cheer on the hometown Panthers or what?" Charlie asked. "Humm Luis?" He asked again.
"Forget it man he's in Latin lover mode." Fulton answered pointing at the window where Luis was half hanging out yelling down at the girl. Charlie shook his head.
"Anyway the east has some good players but man the west, that's where it's at." Charlie stated getting high five's from the rest of the guys. Goldberg was about to argue back but was drowned out by a yelling Ken.
"GOAL! Avs win!! YEAH!!!!" Ken cheered wildly jumping up and dancing around the room as if he had scored the goal. Charlie again grumbled then grabbed the remote flipping to find any other game on.
"Hey Stars play in a few minutes, you guys mind if I watch them?" Dwayne asked looking around. "Sure no problem cowboy." Charlie answered and tossed him the remote. "Who are they playing?" Ken asked.
"Heh, they're playing the Ducks!" Dwayne answered smiling.
"And you're cheering aginst the team named for us!?" Goldberg asked in shock.
"Yep." Dwayne responded with a nod.
Goldberg glanced around wildly,"Well that's.that's unconstitutional!!!" He yelled.
"Nope, just supporting my team. I mean hey I have loyal feelings towards the Ducks but I want the Stanley Cup you know!" Dwayne smiled at a still in shock Goldberg.
"I'm going to go call Connie and see if she's talked to Jules yet." Charlie jumped up heading for the phone with Portman in pursuit.
He stood watching Charlie talk to Connie. After about 10 minutes Portman began getting very nervous, which was a foreign concept to him. Finally Charlie noticed him staring intently at him, and paused his conversation a moment. "You want to speak to Connie?" he asked. Portman nodded and was soon handed the phone.
"What's with Jules?" He asked quickly.
"Her father died. She seemed really strange on the phone. I know she was close to him but it's like she didn't want anything to do with going home. Almost as if she's truly scared of it. She always has been very strange about her family, other then her dad of course. But, I don't know something's not right she just sounded well like I said strange!" Connie sighed not knowing what else to say.
"You think she'll be ok? I mean being there by herself?" he asked almost like he was asking himself more then Connie. She was silent for a moment then softly responded.
"I don't know Portman, I really don't know."
Connie's words only sent his stomach into a tighter knot. He told his goodbyes to her and handed the phone back to Charlie. He didn't know what else to do so he walked back into the living room and sat down in the chair Luis previously had been sitting in and gazed out at the sky. "Give me a sign, please." He whispered softly to the blue blanket above him.
"I say, what is my fair team doing today?" Luis spoke again in Shakespearean style. He was meat with glares as the guys went back to watching hockey.
"Oh come on! That was a dive!" Charlie yelled furiously at the television.
"He was tripped!" Ken argued back.
"Guys, it was both. The Wings player dived and the Avs player tripped him. Refs for once made a fair and just call." Dwayne spoke calmly sitting between the two. They both glared at him before muttering things to support their own individual views on the play. Luis took a seat by the wall and began gesturing around wildly going threw his part in the play. The room soon became louder as Fulton, Portman, Goldberg and Averman joined in.
"GOOOOOAAAAAAAL!!! Yeah!!! Peter the Great!!" Ken cheered wildly.
"Wow, that was a really nice play." Dwayne said smiling at Ken.
"Cujo looked like crap on that one! I coulda stopped that!" Goldberg laughed.
"Ugh!" Was the only thing Charlie had to say on the play.
"Where are the fights? Is this not an Avs/Wings game? Gezz." Groaned Portman. Fulton nodded agreeing.
"Twas a lovely play by an admirably impressive titan of the frozen court. But I fear I feel the strife in the air. Could it be my team before me is in dissension?" Luis asked with a very serious look on his face. He was met with six heads turning his way.
"I fear you're about to feel the fury of my fist if you don't shut up Hamlet." Portman growled at Luis. Luis in return just smiled nerviously and stuck his nose back in the script.
As the 2nd period came to a close most of the guys began to get up and stir. Averman went to order pizza, Dwayne, Ken & Fulton ran to the convenient store just around the corner for more soda, chips and whatever else they could think of. "Hey Portman, how did Julie sound on the phone again, you said she was short and kinda weepy?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah her voice cracked towards the end she sounded really.." He paused a moment thinking of the words. "She actually sounded like she was in shock so she spoke mostly as if recorded. If that makes sense." He finished shrugging at Charlie. He didn't dare mention the really bad feeling he'd felt since she had called. Something wasn't right and it was about to get worse, he just knew it somehow.
The 3rd period started and the guys all returned to yelling and cheering on their sides. Finally a fight busted out to make Portman & Fulton happy, the Wings scored to tie the game making Charlie and now also Averman happy. Luis, well Luis was already happy now sitting by the window making eyes at the blonde swimming in the pool below. Goldberg however should have kept him mouth shut but he didn't.
"This western conference hockey is just insane. There's no flow it's just beat, bang, hack and whack hockey. The east is much better." He popped a chip in his mouth and glanced around expecting an agreement.
"And you're saying this simply because you're team happens to be in the east right?" Charlie asked.
"One of the best in the east and the NHL." Goldberg smiled.
"Yeah, we'll take a look at our favorite teams, all of them have a better record then your Flyers, well Averman's doesn't but they are forgiven. And Luis well, wait Luis you still cheer on the hometown Panthers or what?" Charlie asked. "Humm Luis?" He asked again.
"Forget it man he's in Latin lover mode." Fulton answered pointing at the window where Luis was half hanging out yelling down at the girl. Charlie shook his head.
"Anyway the east has some good players but man the west, that's where it's at." Charlie stated getting high five's from the rest of the guys. Goldberg was about to argue back but was drowned out by a yelling Ken.
"GOAL! Avs win!! YEAH!!!!" Ken cheered wildly jumping up and dancing around the room as if he had scored the goal. Charlie again grumbled then grabbed the remote flipping to find any other game on.
"Hey Stars play in a few minutes, you guys mind if I watch them?" Dwayne asked looking around. "Sure no problem cowboy." Charlie answered and tossed him the remote. "Who are they playing?" Ken asked.
"Heh, they're playing the Ducks!" Dwayne answered smiling.
"And you're cheering aginst the team named for us!?" Goldberg asked in shock.
"Yep." Dwayne responded with a nod.
Goldberg glanced around wildly,"Well that's.that's unconstitutional!!!" He yelled.
"Nope, just supporting my team. I mean hey I have loyal feelings towards the Ducks but I want the Stanley Cup you know!" Dwayne smiled at a still in shock Goldberg.
"I'm going to go call Connie and see if she's talked to Jules yet." Charlie jumped up heading for the phone with Portman in pursuit.
He stood watching Charlie talk to Connie. After about 10 minutes Portman began getting very nervous, which was a foreign concept to him. Finally Charlie noticed him staring intently at him, and paused his conversation a moment. "You want to speak to Connie?" he asked. Portman nodded and was soon handed the phone.
"What's with Jules?" He asked quickly.
"Her father died. She seemed really strange on the phone. I know she was close to him but it's like she didn't want anything to do with going home. Almost as if she's truly scared of it. She always has been very strange about her family, other then her dad of course. But, I don't know something's not right she just sounded well like I said strange!" Connie sighed not knowing what else to say.
"You think she'll be ok? I mean being there by herself?" he asked almost like he was asking himself more then Connie. She was silent for a moment then softly responded.
"I don't know Portman, I really don't know."
Connie's words only sent his stomach into a tighter knot. He told his goodbyes to her and handed the phone back to Charlie. He didn't know what else to do so he walked back into the living room and sat down in the chair Luis previously had been sitting in and gazed out at the sky. "Give me a sign, please." He whispered softly to the blue blanket above him.
