Title: Too Young
Summary: It's sophomore year at Eden Hall and #99 Adam Banks is in love. Kelsey is the total opposite from Adam and everyone has their doubts about them. But when a tragedy takes place, everyone gets a taste of exactly how much in love they were.
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Author's Note: REVIEW PLEASE!! I'm horrible at romances, but please give this a shot.
Warning: There is reference to a gay couple in here so if you are extremely homophobic, please do not read even though this story mainly revolves around Adam and his girlfriend.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for Kelsey, Dylan, and Nicole.
Adam
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"So you come to the park after school to do your homework and you're obviously a super-genious," Kelsey stated after we exchanged names, "But what else are you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Well everyone is something that they're really not. You get me?"
I shook my head.
"Oh come on. You can't be a super smart, rule abiding kid who comes to the park to do his homework all the time, can you?"
"I've seen smarter people than me. But yeah, this is basically what I do."
"That's it?"
"Well, no."
"Then spill it, preppy."
"I'm not that preppy am I?"
She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, "Compared to all the kids at my school, you're probably the preppiest person since the Beatles. Or something like that."
"Okay. Well, I play hockey."
"Hockey, huh? I don't get it. Isn't it just football on ice?"
"No!" I started getting defensive. She scooted back a bit.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you."
"Well what about you? If I'm an egocentric jock, what are you?"
"I'm nothing."
"How can you be nothing?"
"Easy. You don't do anything."
"Anything?"
"Yeah. I don't play sports for the little assholes our school calls athletes. I don't act with the drama bitches, I don't save the trees, I don't really care."
"Is that your motto?"
"I guess."
"But you do curse."
"And you don't?"
"Not unless I get really mad." She looked at me with amusement and I turned away under her stare. Maybe she wouldn't like me now that she knew I didn't curse. I just didn't find it very…nice. I didn't have anything against people who did curse; Charlie cursed all the time as a matter of fact. But I didn't curse.
"That's interesting." She smiled at me and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.
"Well, thanks. I think. So you don't like jocks much?"
"That's not true. My friend Dylan's a jock. Though he's also a dumbass so that's not saying much. But I like you and you're a jock."
I blushed.
"Oh come on! A good looking guy like you? I bet you have those cheerleaders trailing you all over the place. I bet there's already an Adam Banks fan club and I'm too late to be the president of it."
"You can be president," I blushed again, "And I don't have cheerleaders trailing me."
"You probably have normal girls drooling over you."
"I probably don't."
"You do."
"How would you know?"
"I can tell. I'm a girl, remember?" I nodded and turned back, tyring to focus on my homework. But it didn't work. Every few seconds, I would subconsicously snap my head up to see what Kesley was doing. I wasn't sure if Kelsey was actually working or drawing pictures. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I needed to make conversation with her.
"So you've never even been to a hockey game?" I asked her, not able to think of any other topic of conversation.
She shook her head, "Nope. Sorry. I was never motivated, though I saw a really hot hockey player when I was flipping channels one day a few years ago. It was the Junior Goodwill Games, I think. I'm not sure what team it was, but they were playing a team in black and it was the end. They were dressed in white. I went back quickly, hoping I'd catch more glimpses of him. I caught him a few times. Like, at the end of the game…I don't know what they were doing but these players would come onto the ice and shoot at the opposite goalie. And he came out and I was watching him. I think he made the goal. I don't really remember much technicalities from the game. I turned it off after that. He was really hot. I still remember his number."
"His number?"
"His jersey number."
"Oh, what was it?" It was us at the Junior Goodwill Games that she saw. It could have possibly been me since I was out there shooting at the Iceland goalie too. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and the blood rushing to my ears so much that I could hear it.
"Number 9 or something." My heart sank. Nine was Jesse Hall's number. She was looking at him not me.
"No it wasn't," Kelsey quickly corrected herself, "Sorry it had a nine in it, but there were two numbers. Oh, now I remember! It was number 99!" That was me.
Thanks for the reviews!
Angel of Light3: Awww, I have a fan!! I really have a fan!! Whoo hoo!!! Well, send your work my way anytime you want to! I can't wait to read your stuff!
Xomegsxo: Thanks! Hmmm well I think Adam's cute doing anything he does. But especially when he smiles.
Plainjane: Hahahaha! When the guys I know are clueless, I find it just plain dumb. Except for one…but that's because he has a baby face. But that's besides the point. Thanks for reviewing!
Kshyne99: Yes, good things are definitely bound to happen…but I did write this for a reason. I'm getting there. You know, it always takes me FOREVER just to get to the point of the story. Ah, go figure. It is me writing here. =D
Chelsea: I'm too lazy to write out the other one, lol. Robocop works for me…whatever you want. But the lame-wads is awesome too…totally describes me! =D
Jess: Just you wait until she meets the Ducks. Trust me, sparks will fly. =D
Anne: Same here. In fact, spacing is what I do best, hehe.
Sorry for the long wait…school started and I'm a freshman in high school and me and work don't go well together, lol. On top of that, I also have swim team for the first quarter and a half of school. Sooooo…yeah. I'll try my best to write a lot during study hall though. I promise.
Love alwayz,
Melody