Becky stood quietly in her uncle's dark room. She had been down there for hours, ever since practice had ended, developing her pictures. She was pleased with how her pictures looked, but she wasn't pleased with the subject. She would rather be photographing anything but hockey, especially the Eden Hall Mighty Ducks. She certainly liked being in the dark room, though. It was a place where she could be alone with just her pictures and her thoughts.
"Hey!" Connie said, pushing the door open and walking in.
"Would you close the door?! You're letting light in! Don't you get the point of a dark room?!" Becky walked over and slammed the door.
"Sorry." Connie rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here anyway? And who told you I was here?" She went right back to developing her pictures.
"Your uncle told me you were hear." Connie pulled a chair away from the corner of the room and sat down. "You caused quite a stir between the Ducks at practice today, you know, after you left, Bombay cancelled practice because a HUGE argument exploded."
"I didn't cause anything. If I wasn't there, how could I cause an argument?"
"Why did you tell Guy that you would go to the dance with him?" Connie asked.
"What's the big deal? He asked me, so I said yes. Do I hear jealousy in your voice?" She asked, taking some of the photos off of the line and setting them down on the table.
"No... you don't." Connie sighed. "Look, Portman may not be the greatest guy in the world, and he may have a bit of an attitude, but what is with the way you're treating him? You KNEW he was going to ask you to the dance so you hopped on the first opportunity to have him shot down."
"That's not what happened at all. Guy asked me first. Besides, Dean thinks just because he's Dean Portman that I HAVE to like him or something. He's incredibly conceited."
"You haven't even listened to him talk for more than five minutes. There's no way you could possibly know anything about him. You're just being a bitch." Connie glared at Becky. Becky looked over at Connie and sighed.
"You just don't get it." Becky began to pack some of her developed photos into her box.
"Can I look at those?" Connie asked. Becky sighed and moved to the side. Connie walked over and began to look at the pictures. "Are you going to go to school for photography?" She asked Becky, noticing how professional her photos looked.
"I don't know, it's just something I like to do."
"Do you always like to take pictures of people you 'hate'?" Connie laughed a little. As she scanned through the pictures she noticed that a large majority of them were pictures of Dean on the ice.
"What are you talking about?" Becky asked, grabbing the pictures away from Connie. "I just took pictures of the team."
"The last time I checked, there were more people on the team than just Dean."
"He's photogenic. He gives me a photo-op every time I'm ready to shoot, so I do." She packed her photos away.
"I knew it." Connie laughed, shaking her head. "This entire time you've liked Dean. What is with you? The guy is obviously head over heels and you won't even give him the time of day... but you OBVIOUSLY like him. You're doing this for spite, aren't you? You know that I still have feelings for Guy, so you're going with him in spite of me..."
"What was that?" Becky asked, a look of false confusion on her face. "Did you just say you still have feelings for Guy? Wow, I've known you for like two days and I NEVER would have guess that..." One thing that Becky was good at was being sarcastic. "Who's the one being the bitch here? You and Guy have been together on and off for a long time from what I hear, yet you decided to go to the dance with Adam to prove some point or something. And I'm the bitch? You just stood here and admitted that you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous." Connie replied, shaking her head. At this point Becky was ready to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Whether or not I like Dean, which I don't, is none of your business. And you don't care anyway, you're only here on your own agenda, so if you'd kindly leave me alone, I'd really appreciate it."
"UGH!" Connie turned towards the door. "When I see one of my teammates as down as Dean is right now, I do care." She opened the door and exited, slamming it behind her. Becky continued placing her photos in her box. She stopped to look at some of the photos. Dean really was photogenic, but she noticed that he didn't look happy in the pictures. There wasn't any point in taking pictures of a photogenic person when they were a bad mood. That's when she decided she wouldn't take any more pictures of Dean.
Later on that night, Becky couldn't fall asleep. She was tossing and turning until almost one in the morning. She climbed down the ladder of the bunkbed and picked up the phone from the night table. Slowly and quietly, she dialed Gordon's number.
"Hello?" Gordon answered.
"Hey, Uncle Gordon, it's Becky... did I wake you up?"
"No, not at all." He yawned, obviously lying.
"I can't sleep Uncle Gordon, please come get me, I wanna stay with you tonight."
"Beck, what's the matter?"
"I have a lot on my mind. We can talk at your house. I just really wanna leave right now."
"Alright sweetie, I'll come to get you, meet me outside." Becky put on her sneakers. She decided not to change into clean clothes because she'd just be going to sleep at Gordon's house. She put on her "MADE" hoodie over her pajama top and walked outside. She sat on the curb outside the dorms for almost fifteen minutes waiting for her uncle to arrive. It was 29 degrees outside and she was freezing by the time he got there.
"Why aren't you wearing a coat?" Gordon asked as he walked up to her. He pulled her to her feet and starting leading her towards the car.
"I don't know. Didn't know it was this cold until I got out here." When they approached the car, they got in and Gordon started driving to his house. They were silent most of the ride. When they arrived at the house, they went inside. Becky ran up to Gordon's bedroom and buried herself under the blanket. Gordon walked into the room and smiled. He sat down on the bed beside her.
"I know you don't like it here. I'm really sorry." Gordon said sympathetically.
"It's not your fault I don't like it here. You're trying your best to make me feel like I belong, but I don't."
"Is this about practice?" Becky nodded her head. "I'm sure none of that was your fault."
"Yes it was Uncle Gordon. None of the people here like me... except Guy... and apparently Dean. I don't know what to do..." She sighed.
"Sure they like you, Beck. I mean, you're not giving them much of a chance, so why should they?" Becky sighed deeply. She curled up against Gordon. "Beck, it's all about what you want. If you want to be friends with them, they'll be friends with you, I think they've proven that already. As for the situation with Dean as I understand it... that's up to you, too... I mean it all depends on whether or not you want to give him a chance... do you want to?"
"Maybe..." She sighed again, closing her eyes and falling asleep in Gordon's lap.
"Hey!" Connie said, pushing the door open and walking in.
"Would you close the door?! You're letting light in! Don't you get the point of a dark room?!" Becky walked over and slammed the door.
"Sorry." Connie rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here anyway? And who told you I was here?" She went right back to developing her pictures.
"Your uncle told me you were hear." Connie pulled a chair away from the corner of the room and sat down. "You caused quite a stir between the Ducks at practice today, you know, after you left, Bombay cancelled practice because a HUGE argument exploded."
"I didn't cause anything. If I wasn't there, how could I cause an argument?"
"Why did you tell Guy that you would go to the dance with him?" Connie asked.
"What's the big deal? He asked me, so I said yes. Do I hear jealousy in your voice?" She asked, taking some of the photos off of the line and setting them down on the table.
"No... you don't." Connie sighed. "Look, Portman may not be the greatest guy in the world, and he may have a bit of an attitude, but what is with the way you're treating him? You KNEW he was going to ask you to the dance so you hopped on the first opportunity to have him shot down."
"That's not what happened at all. Guy asked me first. Besides, Dean thinks just because he's Dean Portman that I HAVE to like him or something. He's incredibly conceited."
"You haven't even listened to him talk for more than five minutes. There's no way you could possibly know anything about him. You're just being a bitch." Connie glared at Becky. Becky looked over at Connie and sighed.
"You just don't get it." Becky began to pack some of her developed photos into her box.
"Can I look at those?" Connie asked. Becky sighed and moved to the side. Connie walked over and began to look at the pictures. "Are you going to go to school for photography?" She asked Becky, noticing how professional her photos looked.
"I don't know, it's just something I like to do."
"Do you always like to take pictures of people you 'hate'?" Connie laughed a little. As she scanned through the pictures she noticed that a large majority of them were pictures of Dean on the ice.
"What are you talking about?" Becky asked, grabbing the pictures away from Connie. "I just took pictures of the team."
"The last time I checked, there were more people on the team than just Dean."
"He's photogenic. He gives me a photo-op every time I'm ready to shoot, so I do." She packed her photos away.
"I knew it." Connie laughed, shaking her head. "This entire time you've liked Dean. What is with you? The guy is obviously head over heels and you won't even give him the time of day... but you OBVIOUSLY like him. You're doing this for spite, aren't you? You know that I still have feelings for Guy, so you're going with him in spite of me..."
"What was that?" Becky asked, a look of false confusion on her face. "Did you just say you still have feelings for Guy? Wow, I've known you for like two days and I NEVER would have guess that..." One thing that Becky was good at was being sarcastic. "Who's the one being the bitch here? You and Guy have been together on and off for a long time from what I hear, yet you decided to go to the dance with Adam to prove some point or something. And I'm the bitch? You just stood here and admitted that you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous." Connie replied, shaking her head. At this point Becky was ready to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Whether or not I like Dean, which I don't, is none of your business. And you don't care anyway, you're only here on your own agenda, so if you'd kindly leave me alone, I'd really appreciate it."
"UGH!" Connie turned towards the door. "When I see one of my teammates as down as Dean is right now, I do care." She opened the door and exited, slamming it behind her. Becky continued placing her photos in her box. She stopped to look at some of the photos. Dean really was photogenic, but she noticed that he didn't look happy in the pictures. There wasn't any point in taking pictures of a photogenic person when they were a bad mood. That's when she decided she wouldn't take any more pictures of Dean.
Later on that night, Becky couldn't fall asleep. She was tossing and turning until almost one in the morning. She climbed down the ladder of the bunkbed and picked up the phone from the night table. Slowly and quietly, she dialed Gordon's number.
"Hello?" Gordon answered.
"Hey, Uncle Gordon, it's Becky... did I wake you up?"
"No, not at all." He yawned, obviously lying.
"I can't sleep Uncle Gordon, please come get me, I wanna stay with you tonight."
"Beck, what's the matter?"
"I have a lot on my mind. We can talk at your house. I just really wanna leave right now."
"Alright sweetie, I'll come to get you, meet me outside." Becky put on her sneakers. She decided not to change into clean clothes because she'd just be going to sleep at Gordon's house. She put on her "MADE" hoodie over her pajama top and walked outside. She sat on the curb outside the dorms for almost fifteen minutes waiting for her uncle to arrive. It was 29 degrees outside and she was freezing by the time he got there.
"Why aren't you wearing a coat?" Gordon asked as he walked up to her. He pulled her to her feet and starting leading her towards the car.
"I don't know. Didn't know it was this cold until I got out here." When they approached the car, they got in and Gordon started driving to his house. They were silent most of the ride. When they arrived at the house, they went inside. Becky ran up to Gordon's bedroom and buried herself under the blanket. Gordon walked into the room and smiled. He sat down on the bed beside her.
"I know you don't like it here. I'm really sorry." Gordon said sympathetically.
"It's not your fault I don't like it here. You're trying your best to make me feel like I belong, but I don't."
"Is this about practice?" Becky nodded her head. "I'm sure none of that was your fault."
"Yes it was Uncle Gordon. None of the people here like me... except Guy... and apparently Dean. I don't know what to do..." She sighed.
"Sure they like you, Beck. I mean, you're not giving them much of a chance, so why should they?" Becky sighed deeply. She curled up against Gordon. "Beck, it's all about what you want. If you want to be friends with them, they'll be friends with you, I think they've proven that already. As for the situation with Dean as I understand it... that's up to you, too... I mean it all depends on whether or not you want to give him a chance... do you want to?"
"Maybe..." She sighed again, closing her eyes and falling asleep in Gordon's lap.