Note: Ok.due to the lack of my updating (really sorry about that I've had
stuff to do.and that's not just a lame excuse, I was working on two things
for an art show I was in! I sold stuff too! Yea me.anyway), due to me
feeling festive and it being Christmas on the day I'm writing this
Christmas has magically speed up to around the holiday's in the story.
Happy Holiday's everyone! ^_^ Oh and this chapter is really boring.still
read it though. Again remember I have no idea about hockey.
Chapter 12
Shannon's POV
Adam left a few hours ago; I was still downstairs and awake. Well sort of, it can't really be counted as awake, I was half conscience. Portman, Fulton and Julie left an hour after Adam did, well at least I think it was an hour, it felt like a long time. I can't be bothered with when they left or didn't leave. I'm too sleepy, I might as well go to sleep, I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow. I wonder what I should get for Adam for Christmas? The situation is delicate, we've know each other for a while now, out of a relationship I mean, but we've only been going "officially" dating for about maybe a week and a half. So if I get him something really amazing and thoughtful it will come off as over zealous girlfriend, and if I get him something mildly half-assed and mildly thoughtful it will seem that I don't care. Anyway planning for it now is pointless, I'm sure the right gift will present it's self when I go shopping.
The next morning I got up around 11:21 Saturday morning, quite a suitable time to get up on Saturday. I lolled around in bed for about half an hour reading a magazine. There was some stupid "sexy tips" like "how to dress sexy for your man" some of them, sadly were actually considerable. I got fed up with the articles and threw the magazine across the room, and it landed in a pile of scattered clothing. I realized that I should call Adam sometime today and find out when he wanted to get together to study.
It was really cold out so naturally I decided to wear a skirt. I slipped on my boots knee length boots. I would ask for a ride but all is for not, the answer would be no. Fulton's become really bitchy lately; I swear guy's get PMS to.
*** The wait for the bus is going to be long and cold; I have this incredible knack for missing the bus. After a twenty minute wait in the bus shelter, in which the glass was smashed I arrived at the mall relatively unharmed. The mall has a talent for bringing out the worst in people, especially at Christmas time. I walked into some store that sold "guy stuff" it even smelled faintly of a men's locker room. I didn't really see anything that Adam would remotely like. What do you get? I've had boyfriends, but I've never had to buy anything for them, they never lasted long. Adam was different, maybe because I knew him longer, but I haven't the foggiest what to get him. I would get him hockey stuff, but that's to general, it's so unoriginal. I'm at a loss; I'm just going to phone him. I got out my small black cell and flipped it open and clicked in Adam's number.
Two rings and Adam picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Adam, it's."
"Oh hi" Adam cut me off. Happy to hear from me much?
"Hey, so I'm at the mall.and shopping for Christmas."
"Already?"
"Yea, there's barely a week before Christmas."
"Are you serious? I should get to that." Adam said drifting off.
"Indeed, so anyway's back to my point.what do you want for Christmas? I was walking slowly, and walked into a music store.
"Uh, I don't know, people should ask that question, it's like an ugly girl asking if you think she's ugly. What are you supposed to say to that?"
"Ok, I'll go into random stores and describe possible gifts. I'm in a music store now. I'm going into the alternative, punk, rock, etc section." I pushed my way between to chunky teenage boys, doing my best to be obnoxious so I could have the row to myself.
"Check to see if they have "Halo 9" that would be kick ass, but don't get it if it's expensive."
"I never said I would get you what you said, I just want idea's. So what are you doing now?" I was sifting through the NIN CD's and success. I found it!
"I'm getting dressed. I have practice in an hour. Then after my dad said something about getting me a job where he works.mail guy or something."
"Oh mail guy, how official." I said molking him.
"Shut up." Adam said getting all fake huffy.
I picked up Halo 9; I was kind of surprised they had it. I decided to get him a Detroit Red Wings blanket too, just to keep with the hockey thing he has. Adam was still talking and changing at the same time, making it kind of funny to listen to him speak. It was kind of cute. I could just picture him holding the phone and putting his shirt on at the same time.
"Adam when are we going to get together to study?"
"How about tonight? Around 7?"
"Sounds good. I'll bring all my notes so that you can copy them down or if you want to fill up yours.or whatever."
"Ok, thanks, my notes are pretty good, but yea I'll look over yours."
"I have to go, 'cause my phone is going to die."
"Ok, I'll call you after."
"Ok bye"
"Bye"
I don't want to sound all mushy but I didn't want my conversation with Adam to end.
Adam's POV
I walked out to my car and threw in my hockey gear. I wasn't particularly looking forward to practice. I like hockey I just don't like my goddamn teammates. I hate dealing with Rick and his "clever" ways to make my life a living hell. Well that's an exaggeration; he's just an asshole who likes to bug me. I got into my car and before I knew it I was in the Varsity boy's locker room. I walked in and only a few guys were changing, some were already on the ice. Scooter was standing by his locker and that's as far as I'm going to go I looked at the ground by that point. Morals of the locker room are quite simple, your stuff the ground your stuff.etc. What is creepy I've caught (purely by accident) Rick starring (literally starring) at Cole.
I headed out to the rink once I was done changing and started the warm up laps before the 30 we did before actual practice. Coach Wilson is a snotty blue-collar guy but he's a good coach. He knows what he's doing.
After practice I took a quick shower stayed out of clear sight from Rick, hey the dude can be gay I just don't want him looking at my package. Once I was dressed I walked up to my locker and grabbed my history textbook and binder, which was in dire need of some organizing.
When I got home my dad was sitting on the couch watching a documentary on some place in Italy.
"Hey dad."
"Adam, I was talking to the head of the social department he said that they are taking young people to deliver mail to the different departments. All you would have to do is bring the envelopes to the numbers on the cubicles. It pays pretty well, and it's only two hours every Thursday and Friday. So what do you say?" My dad seemed pretty happy about his idea.
"Sounds good."
"Well, good because I've set up an interview for tomorrow after school. 3:30. Can you make it?"
I scanned my brain quickly.do I ever do anything important besides hockey, homework and most recently Shannon.well of course not actually "doing" her, well not at the moment.
"Yea I can make it."
"Ok great." My dad seemed so happy, it's like when I was little and I offered to help him shovel the driveway even though we had a snow blower.
I literally ran to my room and picked up the phone to call Shannon. I never knew I could dial a number that quickly.
Ring ring Ring
"Hello?" it was Portman's voice.
"Hey, is Shann there?"
"What is the nature of the call?" Portman says, gee he's a "fun" guy.
"Well if you must know she moon lights as a call girl." I said flippantly.
All I hear next is Portman yelling for Shannon. On the other end of the line Portman is telling Shannon what I said, like I said, "fun" guy.
"So I'm your call girl eh?" Shannon say's coyly.
"Only if you want to be baby."
"You're not really good at being a "playa" stick to being the preppy guy we all know and love!" Shannon managed to incorporate the word playa and make it sound all mushy. "But you're not that preppy, you have a bit of an edge to you."
"Aww gee thanks." I'm really not as preppy as people think I am I can be a sarcastic asshole sometimes. "So you want to come over now?"
"Yea sure, I'll catch the next bus.that comes in, wow ten minutes!" "Don't take the bus I'll drive you."
"Oh no it's ok, I don't mind taking the bus. I mean I don't want to put you out or anything." Shannon said, she always was afraid of being a mooch, she doesn't drive and either takes the bus, walks, or relies on someone to drive her everywhere.
"No you won't don't worry, and this way I'll be able to see you sooner." Oh man, I can't believe I just said that!
There was some shy giggling on the other end, clearly I caught her off guard. From other boyfriends that she's had (which killed me in side when she had them) they lost her attention because they fawned attention on her, she has attachment issues.
"Well if you're sure you want to come pick me up, then I guess it's ok." Shannon said quietly.
"Ok then, I'll come and get you."
"Ok, well bye."
"Bye" I let the phone click and grabbed my keys.
***
I walked up the front steps and barley knocked on the door before Shannon opened it. She again looked fantastic. She was wearing a black knee skirt and her jacket met the length of her skirt and she was wearing a tight-ish light pink shirt. She wears the simplest things and looks hot.
"Hi, you look great." I said wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Hey, thanks, not to bad your self Banks." She said returning the gesture and wrapped her arm around me. I was only wearing jeans a "Nine Inch Nails" T-shirt and a black sweater. It was unusually cold so I was regretting not putting on a jacket. Damn, it's starting to snow.
"It's cold out." Shannon said initiating conversation.
"Yea, and me being brilliant decided not to bring a coat."
"Well you feel warm. But all guy's are warm." Shannon said kind of dreamily.
We separated and got into the car. It was still warm from the drive over. It wasn't that long of a drive, but my car warms up pretty fast.
"I'm so tired! The mall was nuts today! But I managed to buy everyone a present, even yours! Do you want to know what it is? Wait, I'm not going to tell you.you will just have to wait." Shannon got really hyped at Christmas; both Fulton and her go nuts. You wouldn't expect it, but I've seen them decorating the house and singing. It's actually pretty funny to see.
"Speaking of presents, what do you want for Christmas?" I asked Shannon, everyone think she's hard to buy for; she's actually pretty easy to please.
"Oh, nothing special, music, paint, a lamp, whatever, you don't have to do anything special."
"A lamp?"
"Yea, I want a new one, just a plane one so I can do something funky to it."
I just quickly looked at her and gave her a funny look. She made a pretty cool one before but there is only so much you can do to a lamp.
"Ok."
***
When we got to my house my mom loaded us up with food and we went to my room. My room was pretty plain, a few hockey posters on the walls, Metalica, NIN other music posters. Actually today my room was kind of messy. Cloths were everywhere, my bed was unmade, which was normal, but having a girl in my room made it seem messier than normal. I jumped on my bed and grabbed my books from the floor. Shannon sat on the opposite end of my double bed. Her legs were stretched and crossed almost touching mine. I got up and crawled closer to her.
"So do you want to have a look at my notes?"
"Sure."
Shannon's POV
I like Adam's room, it made him seem more normal for some reason, I mean of course he's normal, but he's always been so good looking and smart, I guess I thought he would be neat and nothing out of place. I keep obsessing weather or not he'll like his gift.I think he likes the Red Wings.he said something before about them being a good team. I kind of zone out when the subject of hockey comes up. Adam was jotting down notes he thought were important. I was looking through the textbook reading passages I thought looked interesting. After about twenty minutes he was done. "So what do you think you need help in?" I asked shyly, I hate doing stuff like this, I'm always afraid I'll sound preachy.
"Well it's not that I need help it's a matter of absorbing it all and memorizing it and knowing it at the same time." Adam said sitting lying sideways; his feet were hanging off the side of the bed. I never realized how tall he was, of course you can't deny he's tall but wow, he's really tall.
"Oh, well what I find helps me is reading over my notes before I go to bed every night. I don't know why Mr. Douglas thinks you need a tutor. It was just that one test that brought you down."
"Yea, well now we have an excuse to "study" together." Adam said with a smile that looked like Luis when he was trying to get into a girl's pants.
"Study, I'm sure. Pass me the chips."
Adam tossed me the chips, and nuzzled his face in my neck started kissing me. "Adam, maybe we shouldn't, your parents are downstairs, what happens if the come upstairs?" Yea I ruin a good thing, so like me!
"I have a girl in my room, I think they know what might happen."
"Yea but do they know we are going out?" Why the hell do I always have to be so cautious?!
"Well, I don't know." Adam looked confused. "How many people actually know about us?"
"Well there is Fulton, Dean, Julie, your hockey team, other than that not many."
And here's where I end this chapter..
Chapter 12
Shannon's POV
Adam left a few hours ago; I was still downstairs and awake. Well sort of, it can't really be counted as awake, I was half conscience. Portman, Fulton and Julie left an hour after Adam did, well at least I think it was an hour, it felt like a long time. I can't be bothered with when they left or didn't leave. I'm too sleepy, I might as well go to sleep, I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow. I wonder what I should get for Adam for Christmas? The situation is delicate, we've know each other for a while now, out of a relationship I mean, but we've only been going "officially" dating for about maybe a week and a half. So if I get him something really amazing and thoughtful it will come off as over zealous girlfriend, and if I get him something mildly half-assed and mildly thoughtful it will seem that I don't care. Anyway planning for it now is pointless, I'm sure the right gift will present it's self when I go shopping.
The next morning I got up around 11:21 Saturday morning, quite a suitable time to get up on Saturday. I lolled around in bed for about half an hour reading a magazine. There was some stupid "sexy tips" like "how to dress sexy for your man" some of them, sadly were actually considerable. I got fed up with the articles and threw the magazine across the room, and it landed in a pile of scattered clothing. I realized that I should call Adam sometime today and find out when he wanted to get together to study.
It was really cold out so naturally I decided to wear a skirt. I slipped on my boots knee length boots. I would ask for a ride but all is for not, the answer would be no. Fulton's become really bitchy lately; I swear guy's get PMS to.
*** The wait for the bus is going to be long and cold; I have this incredible knack for missing the bus. After a twenty minute wait in the bus shelter, in which the glass was smashed I arrived at the mall relatively unharmed. The mall has a talent for bringing out the worst in people, especially at Christmas time. I walked into some store that sold "guy stuff" it even smelled faintly of a men's locker room. I didn't really see anything that Adam would remotely like. What do you get? I've had boyfriends, but I've never had to buy anything for them, they never lasted long. Adam was different, maybe because I knew him longer, but I haven't the foggiest what to get him. I would get him hockey stuff, but that's to general, it's so unoriginal. I'm at a loss; I'm just going to phone him. I got out my small black cell and flipped it open and clicked in Adam's number.
Two rings and Adam picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Adam, it's."
"Oh hi" Adam cut me off. Happy to hear from me much?
"Hey, so I'm at the mall.and shopping for Christmas."
"Already?"
"Yea, there's barely a week before Christmas."
"Are you serious? I should get to that." Adam said drifting off.
"Indeed, so anyway's back to my point.what do you want for Christmas? I was walking slowly, and walked into a music store.
"Uh, I don't know, people should ask that question, it's like an ugly girl asking if you think she's ugly. What are you supposed to say to that?"
"Ok, I'll go into random stores and describe possible gifts. I'm in a music store now. I'm going into the alternative, punk, rock, etc section." I pushed my way between to chunky teenage boys, doing my best to be obnoxious so I could have the row to myself.
"Check to see if they have "Halo 9" that would be kick ass, but don't get it if it's expensive."
"I never said I would get you what you said, I just want idea's. So what are you doing now?" I was sifting through the NIN CD's and success. I found it!
"I'm getting dressed. I have practice in an hour. Then after my dad said something about getting me a job where he works.mail guy or something."
"Oh mail guy, how official." I said molking him.
"Shut up." Adam said getting all fake huffy.
I picked up Halo 9; I was kind of surprised they had it. I decided to get him a Detroit Red Wings blanket too, just to keep with the hockey thing he has. Adam was still talking and changing at the same time, making it kind of funny to listen to him speak. It was kind of cute. I could just picture him holding the phone and putting his shirt on at the same time.
"Adam when are we going to get together to study?"
"How about tonight? Around 7?"
"Sounds good. I'll bring all my notes so that you can copy them down or if you want to fill up yours.or whatever."
"Ok, thanks, my notes are pretty good, but yea I'll look over yours."
"I have to go, 'cause my phone is going to die."
"Ok, I'll call you after."
"Ok bye"
"Bye"
I don't want to sound all mushy but I didn't want my conversation with Adam to end.
Adam's POV
I walked out to my car and threw in my hockey gear. I wasn't particularly looking forward to practice. I like hockey I just don't like my goddamn teammates. I hate dealing with Rick and his "clever" ways to make my life a living hell. Well that's an exaggeration; he's just an asshole who likes to bug me. I got into my car and before I knew it I was in the Varsity boy's locker room. I walked in and only a few guys were changing, some were already on the ice. Scooter was standing by his locker and that's as far as I'm going to go I looked at the ground by that point. Morals of the locker room are quite simple, your stuff the ground your stuff.etc. What is creepy I've caught (purely by accident) Rick starring (literally starring) at Cole.
I headed out to the rink once I was done changing and started the warm up laps before the 30 we did before actual practice. Coach Wilson is a snotty blue-collar guy but he's a good coach. He knows what he's doing.
After practice I took a quick shower stayed out of clear sight from Rick, hey the dude can be gay I just don't want him looking at my package. Once I was dressed I walked up to my locker and grabbed my history textbook and binder, which was in dire need of some organizing.
When I got home my dad was sitting on the couch watching a documentary on some place in Italy.
"Hey dad."
"Adam, I was talking to the head of the social department he said that they are taking young people to deliver mail to the different departments. All you would have to do is bring the envelopes to the numbers on the cubicles. It pays pretty well, and it's only two hours every Thursday and Friday. So what do you say?" My dad seemed pretty happy about his idea.
"Sounds good."
"Well, good because I've set up an interview for tomorrow after school. 3:30. Can you make it?"
I scanned my brain quickly.do I ever do anything important besides hockey, homework and most recently Shannon.well of course not actually "doing" her, well not at the moment.
"Yea I can make it."
"Ok great." My dad seemed so happy, it's like when I was little and I offered to help him shovel the driveway even though we had a snow blower.
I literally ran to my room and picked up the phone to call Shannon. I never knew I could dial a number that quickly.
Ring ring Ring
"Hello?" it was Portman's voice.
"Hey, is Shann there?"
"What is the nature of the call?" Portman says, gee he's a "fun" guy.
"Well if you must know she moon lights as a call girl." I said flippantly.
All I hear next is Portman yelling for Shannon. On the other end of the line Portman is telling Shannon what I said, like I said, "fun" guy.
"So I'm your call girl eh?" Shannon say's coyly.
"Only if you want to be baby."
"You're not really good at being a "playa" stick to being the preppy guy we all know and love!" Shannon managed to incorporate the word playa and make it sound all mushy. "But you're not that preppy, you have a bit of an edge to you."
"Aww gee thanks." I'm really not as preppy as people think I am I can be a sarcastic asshole sometimes. "So you want to come over now?"
"Yea sure, I'll catch the next bus.that comes in, wow ten minutes!" "Don't take the bus I'll drive you."
"Oh no it's ok, I don't mind taking the bus. I mean I don't want to put you out or anything." Shannon said, she always was afraid of being a mooch, she doesn't drive and either takes the bus, walks, or relies on someone to drive her everywhere.
"No you won't don't worry, and this way I'll be able to see you sooner." Oh man, I can't believe I just said that!
There was some shy giggling on the other end, clearly I caught her off guard. From other boyfriends that she's had (which killed me in side when she had them) they lost her attention because they fawned attention on her, she has attachment issues.
"Well if you're sure you want to come pick me up, then I guess it's ok." Shannon said quietly.
"Ok then, I'll come and get you."
"Ok, well bye."
"Bye" I let the phone click and grabbed my keys.
***
I walked up the front steps and barley knocked on the door before Shannon opened it. She again looked fantastic. She was wearing a black knee skirt and her jacket met the length of her skirt and she was wearing a tight-ish light pink shirt. She wears the simplest things and looks hot.
"Hi, you look great." I said wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Hey, thanks, not to bad your self Banks." She said returning the gesture and wrapped her arm around me. I was only wearing jeans a "Nine Inch Nails" T-shirt and a black sweater. It was unusually cold so I was regretting not putting on a jacket. Damn, it's starting to snow.
"It's cold out." Shannon said initiating conversation.
"Yea, and me being brilliant decided not to bring a coat."
"Well you feel warm. But all guy's are warm." Shannon said kind of dreamily.
We separated and got into the car. It was still warm from the drive over. It wasn't that long of a drive, but my car warms up pretty fast.
"I'm so tired! The mall was nuts today! But I managed to buy everyone a present, even yours! Do you want to know what it is? Wait, I'm not going to tell you.you will just have to wait." Shannon got really hyped at Christmas; both Fulton and her go nuts. You wouldn't expect it, but I've seen them decorating the house and singing. It's actually pretty funny to see.
"Speaking of presents, what do you want for Christmas?" I asked Shannon, everyone think she's hard to buy for; she's actually pretty easy to please.
"Oh, nothing special, music, paint, a lamp, whatever, you don't have to do anything special."
"A lamp?"
"Yea, I want a new one, just a plane one so I can do something funky to it."
I just quickly looked at her and gave her a funny look. She made a pretty cool one before but there is only so much you can do to a lamp.
"Ok."
***
When we got to my house my mom loaded us up with food and we went to my room. My room was pretty plain, a few hockey posters on the walls, Metalica, NIN other music posters. Actually today my room was kind of messy. Cloths were everywhere, my bed was unmade, which was normal, but having a girl in my room made it seem messier than normal. I jumped on my bed and grabbed my books from the floor. Shannon sat on the opposite end of my double bed. Her legs were stretched and crossed almost touching mine. I got up and crawled closer to her.
"So do you want to have a look at my notes?"
"Sure."
Shannon's POV
I like Adam's room, it made him seem more normal for some reason, I mean of course he's normal, but he's always been so good looking and smart, I guess I thought he would be neat and nothing out of place. I keep obsessing weather or not he'll like his gift.I think he likes the Red Wings.he said something before about them being a good team. I kind of zone out when the subject of hockey comes up. Adam was jotting down notes he thought were important. I was looking through the textbook reading passages I thought looked interesting. After about twenty minutes he was done. "So what do you think you need help in?" I asked shyly, I hate doing stuff like this, I'm always afraid I'll sound preachy.
"Well it's not that I need help it's a matter of absorbing it all and memorizing it and knowing it at the same time." Adam said sitting lying sideways; his feet were hanging off the side of the bed. I never realized how tall he was, of course you can't deny he's tall but wow, he's really tall.
"Oh, well what I find helps me is reading over my notes before I go to bed every night. I don't know why Mr. Douglas thinks you need a tutor. It was just that one test that brought you down."
"Yea, well now we have an excuse to "study" together." Adam said with a smile that looked like Luis when he was trying to get into a girl's pants.
"Study, I'm sure. Pass me the chips."
Adam tossed me the chips, and nuzzled his face in my neck started kissing me. "Adam, maybe we shouldn't, your parents are downstairs, what happens if the come upstairs?" Yea I ruin a good thing, so like me!
"I have a girl in my room, I think they know what might happen."
"Yea but do they know we are going out?" Why the hell do I always have to be so cautious?!
"Well, I don't know." Adam looked confused. "How many people actually know about us?"
"Well there is Fulton, Dean, Julie, your hockey team, other than that not many."
And here's where I end this chapter..
