Title: More Than You'll Ever Know
Summary: All Adam's dad wants is for Adam to make pro-hockey. All Adam ever wanted was a friend. A friend to stick by him. He'd lost one before, and when she comes back, sparks fly, but not for the better.
Main Duck: Adam Banks
Rating: PG-13 for language especially in this chapter and later violence
Time frame: After D2, before and during D3 maybe after D3 if I feel like it and if you give me reviews =p
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em. I just own Jessica, Ethan, Sally, Jason, and Andrew.
This chapter: Uh…read? Please?
Jessica
"So Jessica, have you come to terms with your condition? Are you okay with it now?" Dr. Hendrix asked me when I visited on Friday afternoon. I nodded. Throughout the week, I'd requested to be alone a lot of the time because I needed to tell myself that I would be okay physically and emotionally. Sure, I'd done a great job telling Ethan, Adam, my dad, and then band, but I needed some self-assurance. And I knew nobody could do it except for me. After hours of pretending to do my homework, I decided that whatever may happen, I was going to face it head-on. Because I wasn't going to lay around waiting for it to consume me. I also thought about what I wanted. If I still wanted the same thing I wanted when I was younger.
"That's great! Now this is Dr. Davis. She's going to be a big part of your support group," Dr. Hendrix continued.
"Wait a minute," I was confused, "Support group?"
Dr. Davis spoke up, "Yes. Dr. Hendrix and I are going to help you form one today. What it does is ensure that you are in the best health, physically and emotionally. There is medical staff, which will be taken into our hands. In fact, it's already done. We only have your part left."
"My part?"
"Jessica, we can't have a member of our medical staff following you around all the time and I'm positive you don't want that anyway," Dr. Hendrix chimed in. Dr. Davis nodded.
"And we want to make sure you have someone to go to when you're upset or stressed out because these things cause flares. And chances are, you'll be more comfortable telling someone you're close with than someone who's job is to get you to tell them. So we want you to pick seven or eight people to be included in your support group. Pick people you know will be willing to help you and people you know very well. Just list them here and we'll get in touch with them." I nodded and took the pen offered to me, pulling the preformatted list towards me. Slowly I wrote:
1) Ethan Bombay:
cell: 6685743
2) Gordon Bombay: Home: 7430112
Cell: 6688570
3) Josh Levine: See Ethan's number
4) Danny Larson: cell: 6548448
5) Aaron King: cell: 6547032
6) Tori Montgomery: home: 5542994
7) Jordan
Knight: home: 5543418
8) Adam Banks: cell: 4881003
Slowly making sure I was satisfied, I put the pen down.
"Jessica can you tell me your relationship with each person?"
"Yes. Ethan's my older brother, Gordon's my dad. Josh is my brother's best friend and like a brother to me. They're always together so you'll be able to catch him around with Ethan. Danny's one of my best friends since we were three or four. Aaron, Tori, and Jordan are band mates. We're all really close. The five of us play in a band together. And Adam…Adam's the one who's just been there whenever I needed him lately."
"Boyfriend?"
"No," I replied, realizing that maybe I wished he was my boyfriend. The doctors were satisfied and I was free to go. Ethan picked me up and we drove back to school.
As I was walking down the long corridor, passing Cole and Adam's room, I heard yelling. I looked to my right seeing Scooter there looking concerned as well. Pressing my ear to the door, I hoped I wouldn't hear Cole and Adam arguing though I doubted Cole had the mental capacity to carry on an argument for very long. But there was only one voice and it was Adam's. Scooter tapped my shoulder and mouthed, 'We'd better not eavesdrop'. I nodded, ducking into his room next door.
"Hey Adam," I greeted him a few nights later as I made my way to my usual table. He didn't even look up, walking right past me and out of the cafeteria. I stood there like an idiot for a few seconds before shaking my head. I had a big announcement to make.
"Guys…" I trailed off when Cole interrupted.
"JV-Varsity Showdown in two days! We are going to cream them!"
I sighed.
"Definitely! And we're going to show those rejects we don't need Banksie's little ass around here to help us out either!" Riley said with defiance. He and Cole seemed to be the only ones who were even slightly passionate about the showdown. Maybe it was because JV had a real chance this year. Riley had it in for Charlie and Adam. Cole just liked to talk.
"Speaking of 'Banksie'-" I cut him off.
"I'M QUITTING THE TEAM!" I shouted over Cole. Scooter froze, spoon halfway to his mouth.
"Quitting?" I had been thinking about it for a long time and when it came down to priorities, hockey just didn't make it up there. Not anymore. School, Reality, and my health came way above it.
"Yes," I confirmed, "I've been trying to tell you!" Though I hadn't meant to be so blunt about it, my approach had it's effectiveness.
"Why?" Riley asked as if quitting hockey was appalling.
"Because I just don't want to play, okay?" I threw another invite to the gig that Saturday onto the table and shrugged off my jacked, handing it over to Riley, "The rest of the stuff I'll hand to Coach Wilson. Good luck Friday night." I left the cafeteria, fully aware that the team all had their eyes on my retreated back. There. I'd done it. Now all I had to do was tell my dad.
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Anne918: And to hell she will go! =D And don't worry, I'm sure everyone knows who the main pairing is in this story already. So you'll be assured…it will definitely happen.
Nebula2: They will…the ones that like her will anyway. The others just go their own way…They don't all have to like her and I figured, why make them all like her? Anyway thanks!
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