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Chapter 4
CHARLIE'S P.O.V
I watched Julie's face change expressions as she slowly recognized where she was. Her face went from a rather confused smile to a 'I think I know where I am' smile. I smiled deeply, laughing gently on the inside.
"Is this". She left the sentence open as she spun around trying to convince herself that she knew where she was.
"It depends on where you think you are"! I laughed outwardly now.
"It's LA isn't it"? She asked watching me intently as I nodded a simple yes. "But why here"? She asked confused again.
"Well if you need that one answering Miss Gaffney, you're not as smart as I thought you were". I began leading her towards the baggage collection.
I could see her thinking hard about it, but also knew that as soon as she saw where we were staying she'd figure it out. The taxi ride was quiet, Julie hardly said two words, as she stared out of the window, still thinking why I had brought her hear. It wasn't until we pulled up outside the dorms we had stayed in she turned to me and planted a big kiss on my lips.
"It's where we first met". She screamed whilst dragging me out of the taxi.
"Finally it dawns". I laughed.
When we got into our room, I dived onto the bed. The upholstery hadn't changed much in 6 years. Still the same bed spreads and wall colours. This definitely brought back a lot of good memories. Julie finished inspecting the room and came and laid down at the side of me, lolling her head on my shoulder and her left arm laid lazily across my stomach.
"How did you get to be so fantastic"? She asked finally pecking my cheek.
"Oh, I don't know, I think I was born fantastic". I replied laughing gently.
"This is the best gift ever. Thank you". She said softly into my ear.
"Well, it isn't quite over yet. You get something else on our actual anniversary". I told her.
"My gift isn't nearly as good as all this".
Over the next few days leading up to our official anniversary, we spent our time, sight seeing and visiting some of the haunts we had hung around at while staying here. During one mid morning we walked into the ice rink where we had first played and met. God it brought back a lot of fun memories. As we continued walking, we both noticed one wall had loads of photo's covering it. Out of interest we wandered over and suddenly realized they were us. There were thousands of them, individual ones as well as group ones. There were other photo's of the other teams that took part in the Goodwill games too but they were all mostly of us. Suddenly a bald headed man walked up to us and shook our hands giddily.
"Your two of the team USA aren't you"? He asked obviously not needing an answer. "You became such a sensation here that we decided to dedicate this wall to you wonderful kids".
"Can we help you"? Julie asked rather politely.
"Well I'm the manager here and the kids who skate here idolize you guy's, so when I saw you come in I wondered if you would mind having a skating session with some of them, maybe give them a few tips on hockey and such"?
"ER, sure". Julie answered before I had chance to answer.
"Well it's mainly only about 14 of them. They are regulars and ever since you played in the Goodwill games, they made a hockey team up. They haven't got a Coach or anything". The manager continued.
Listening to him tell us about these kids, they reminded me a lot of me when I was first getting into hockey. District 5, the worst hockey team ever seen. With the miraculous help of Coach Bombay we had been turned around and had become the best pee wee hockey team in Minnesota. After the ice rinks manager disappeared for a few minutes I turned and looked at Julie.
"Do you have any idea what you've just got us into"? I asked, visions of how we treated Coach Bombay and our Coach before him, when we first met.
"It's not going to be that bad. It'll be fun"! She replied, obviously insanely unaware of what 14 kids could do.
"Are you kidding me. Do you know what we did to Bombay when we first met him. We jumped on his limo, then we hijacked it. We couldn't stand the guy". I replied.
"Charlie, this is different, these kids idolize us. You didn't know Bombay existed before he was our Coach". Julie continued to stay calm.
"You have a lot to learn grass hopper". I laughed as we looked towards where the manager, who later introduced himself as Philip Moore, was reappearing from.
We arranged to come by the day after tomorrow. Neither of us wanted to come by the next day with it being our official anniversary. After Julie organized everything with the manager, he let us onto the ice for free and even said that we could have an extra half an hour after the session was closed to the public.
"This brings back memories doesn't it"? I said to Julie as I took her hand.
"It sure does. I can still hear the crowds shouting 'WE WILL, WE WILL QUACK YOU'". She laughed at the mementos occasion which had occurred some 5/6 years ago.
"I can still see you in that goal, giving the rest of the team a heart attack when you saved the last goal". I remembered feeling rather proud that, that had been my girl, though she wasn't my girl then. For the rest of the afternoon we shared our memories and then finally left.
The next morning laid in bed, I watched as Julie slept peacefully, her head resting gently on my shoulder and her arm lolling across my chest. We always seemed to lay in the same position. She gently awoke, her eyes fluttering open and gazing softly up at me.
"Morning". I whispered kissing her forehead.
"Hey. Happy anniversary". She happily said almost straight away then dived out of bed and began rooting around in her suitcase and emerged holding a neatly wrapped present.
"Happy anniversary". I replied kissing her softly as she shoved the present in my hands.
"I know it isn't much, especially compared to all this, but I wanted to get you something that I knew you could keep as a memento or something". She babbled.
I ripped the paper off to reveal 4 jerseys and a small box. The jerseys were the original ducks, team USA and the ducks jersey we all wore now, each had my name and number printed on it. I came to the box and opened it, revealing our Eden hall class ring, I hadn't been able afford one back in high school.
"Jules, this is awesome". I kissed her passionately.
"I knew how much you wanted a class ring and as for the jerseys I just thought you could hang them up somewhere to show the different stages you'd been through". She said softly after returning my kiss.
"My turn". I began routing through my hand luggage bag.
"Charlie, you didn't need to get me anything, you've already got me enough". She protested.
"There isn't a more better day to give you this so your getting it today". I protested back, still continuing routing through my bag. Panic was starting to kick in, hoping I hadn't lost it. Finally I found it and grasped it tightly in my hand.
Well, I wonder what it could be? PLEASE R&R!!!!
Chapter 4
CHARLIE'S P.O.V
I watched Julie's face change expressions as she slowly recognized where she was. Her face went from a rather confused smile to a 'I think I know where I am' smile. I smiled deeply, laughing gently on the inside.
"Is this". She left the sentence open as she spun around trying to convince herself that she knew where she was.
"It depends on where you think you are"! I laughed outwardly now.
"It's LA isn't it"? She asked watching me intently as I nodded a simple yes. "But why here"? She asked confused again.
"Well if you need that one answering Miss Gaffney, you're not as smart as I thought you were". I began leading her towards the baggage collection.
I could see her thinking hard about it, but also knew that as soon as she saw where we were staying she'd figure it out. The taxi ride was quiet, Julie hardly said two words, as she stared out of the window, still thinking why I had brought her hear. It wasn't until we pulled up outside the dorms we had stayed in she turned to me and planted a big kiss on my lips.
"It's where we first met". She screamed whilst dragging me out of the taxi.
"Finally it dawns". I laughed.
When we got into our room, I dived onto the bed. The upholstery hadn't changed much in 6 years. Still the same bed spreads and wall colours. This definitely brought back a lot of good memories. Julie finished inspecting the room and came and laid down at the side of me, lolling her head on my shoulder and her left arm laid lazily across my stomach.
"How did you get to be so fantastic"? She asked finally pecking my cheek.
"Oh, I don't know, I think I was born fantastic". I replied laughing gently.
"This is the best gift ever. Thank you". She said softly into my ear.
"Well, it isn't quite over yet. You get something else on our actual anniversary". I told her.
"My gift isn't nearly as good as all this".
Over the next few days leading up to our official anniversary, we spent our time, sight seeing and visiting some of the haunts we had hung around at while staying here. During one mid morning we walked into the ice rink where we had first played and met. God it brought back a lot of fun memories. As we continued walking, we both noticed one wall had loads of photo's covering it. Out of interest we wandered over and suddenly realized they were us. There were thousands of them, individual ones as well as group ones. There were other photo's of the other teams that took part in the Goodwill games too but they were all mostly of us. Suddenly a bald headed man walked up to us and shook our hands giddily.
"Your two of the team USA aren't you"? He asked obviously not needing an answer. "You became such a sensation here that we decided to dedicate this wall to you wonderful kids".
"Can we help you"? Julie asked rather politely.
"Well I'm the manager here and the kids who skate here idolize you guy's, so when I saw you come in I wondered if you would mind having a skating session with some of them, maybe give them a few tips on hockey and such"?
"ER, sure". Julie answered before I had chance to answer.
"Well it's mainly only about 14 of them. They are regulars and ever since you played in the Goodwill games, they made a hockey team up. They haven't got a Coach or anything". The manager continued.
Listening to him tell us about these kids, they reminded me a lot of me when I was first getting into hockey. District 5, the worst hockey team ever seen. With the miraculous help of Coach Bombay we had been turned around and had become the best pee wee hockey team in Minnesota. After the ice rinks manager disappeared for a few minutes I turned and looked at Julie.
"Do you have any idea what you've just got us into"? I asked, visions of how we treated Coach Bombay and our Coach before him, when we first met.
"It's not going to be that bad. It'll be fun"! She replied, obviously insanely unaware of what 14 kids could do.
"Are you kidding me. Do you know what we did to Bombay when we first met him. We jumped on his limo, then we hijacked it. We couldn't stand the guy". I replied.
"Charlie, this is different, these kids idolize us. You didn't know Bombay existed before he was our Coach". Julie continued to stay calm.
"You have a lot to learn grass hopper". I laughed as we looked towards where the manager, who later introduced himself as Philip Moore, was reappearing from.
We arranged to come by the day after tomorrow. Neither of us wanted to come by the next day with it being our official anniversary. After Julie organized everything with the manager, he let us onto the ice for free and even said that we could have an extra half an hour after the session was closed to the public.
"This brings back memories doesn't it"? I said to Julie as I took her hand.
"It sure does. I can still hear the crowds shouting 'WE WILL, WE WILL QUACK YOU'". She laughed at the mementos occasion which had occurred some 5/6 years ago.
"I can still see you in that goal, giving the rest of the team a heart attack when you saved the last goal". I remembered feeling rather proud that, that had been my girl, though she wasn't my girl then. For the rest of the afternoon we shared our memories and then finally left.
The next morning laid in bed, I watched as Julie slept peacefully, her head resting gently on my shoulder and her arm lolling across my chest. We always seemed to lay in the same position. She gently awoke, her eyes fluttering open and gazing softly up at me.
"Morning". I whispered kissing her forehead.
"Hey. Happy anniversary". She happily said almost straight away then dived out of bed and began rooting around in her suitcase and emerged holding a neatly wrapped present.
"Happy anniversary". I replied kissing her softly as she shoved the present in my hands.
"I know it isn't much, especially compared to all this, but I wanted to get you something that I knew you could keep as a memento or something". She babbled.
I ripped the paper off to reveal 4 jerseys and a small box. The jerseys were the original ducks, team USA and the ducks jersey we all wore now, each had my name and number printed on it. I came to the box and opened it, revealing our Eden hall class ring, I hadn't been able afford one back in high school.
"Jules, this is awesome". I kissed her passionately.
"I knew how much you wanted a class ring and as for the jerseys I just thought you could hang them up somewhere to show the different stages you'd been through". She said softly after returning my kiss.
"My turn". I began routing through my hand luggage bag.
"Charlie, you didn't need to get me anything, you've already got me enough". She protested.
"There isn't a more better day to give you this so your getting it today". I protested back, still continuing routing through my bag. Panic was starting to kick in, hoping I hadn't lost it. Finally I found it and grasped it tightly in my hand.
Well, I wonder what it could be? PLEASE R&R!!!!