Romeo and Julie - Chapter 8
Disclaimer - The Ducks don't belong to me. Matt is still mine, and I claim Courtney.
Notes - Ok, I have to admit, that this chap is kind of a filler. But I love it. Usually if I type and the chapter is pointless, I trash it, but I wrote this chapter, and I loved it. I think it is because of the amount of Luis and Ken, and the twist of stereotypes that I played around with. If you didn't realise by my name, I am a huge fan of Luis and Ken, and it felt weird that I was neglecting them in this fic.
So please, review and tell me what you think about it.
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"Julie"
Julie turned at the sound of her name. She was heading from her dorm room to the cafeteria to get something for breakfast. After sleeping badly the night before, Julie had managed to sleep through her alarm, and Rebecca had not woken her before leaving, so unfortunately, she would only have enough time to grab something small before she had to her first period class of Math. Julie was almost about to get angry at the person that had postponed her from food, until she recognised who it was that had stopped her. Matt.
"Oh, hi Matt. Listen, I am really sorry that I had to leave so quickly from the diner yesterday, I just remembered that I had to help Rebecca with her Math homework. I am sorry…" That was not really true. After the bash brothers had left the diner she had not been able to concentrate on the work that they were doing. Not that she had been concentrating on at all really. But after they had left, she had waited a small amount of time, to make it seem like she was not following them, and then she made up some excuse about helping out Rebecca.
"It is ok, I understand. Besides, we got a few things covered." Matt replied. He smiled at her. "I was just wondering if there was anyway that I could help you lighten your work load, anything that I could do for you or…"
"Oh, that is really sweet of you, but isn't it like…cheating?" Julie replied. He was the first person to offer to help her, and she had to admit that she was a little surprised.
"No, I don't think so." He smiled, assuring her. Julie could not help but return the smile. "How about I start on the research for the biology assignment, that way we can just jump straight into the rest of it tomorrow."
"Well, if it is not to much trouble for you." Julie replied. She had to admit that that would manage to help lighten her heavy load. But there was no one that Julie could blame for that, it was her own fault for getting herself involved in everything. Matt was willing to help, but that did not stop Julie from feeling guilty. Just because she was busy, it shouldn't mean that he do any more then his share of the work.
"None at all"
"Well sure, that would help. I am just so busy at the moment, who would have thought that it would be so tough to be a teenager…" Julie sighed.
"I know, where is the instruction manual" Matt joked back. Julie smiled and walked through the door to the cafeteria that Matt was holding open for her. Together they moved to the cafeteria line and joined the end of it. As soon as they did, her eyes searched for Dean, and when she saw that he was sitting at the end of the ducks table, she looked away quickly so that he would not catch her staring at him.
"So, you start the research, and I will finish it tomorrow at the library, then we can start structuring the assignment." Julie confirmed when they got the front of the line and prepared to part ways. Matt nodded to himself, and looked as though he was preparing himself to say something. She waited a few seconds, before flashing him another smile, and then starting away.
"Julie." he called out to her suddenly. Julie stopped and turned back to him.
"Yeah Matt"
"Well, I was wondering…are you doing anything tonight?" matt asked softly. Julie felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks. Was Matt asking her out on a date? That was really sweet of him, but she was glad that she couldn't go. Julie pointed to the large poster that was on the back of the door advertising that nights game.
"Eden Hall Mighty Ducks vs. Blake Bears"
"Of course" He smiled to himself. "How stupid of me"
Julie frowned. Did Matt just call himself stupid? Just for that, she wished that she was free that night so that she could go out with him somewhere. "Are you going to come along to the game?"
"I don't know, hockey is not really my thing" he explained quickly. Julie thought that she saw him look quickly at the table where the rest of the ducks were sitting, but she could not be sure.
She hit his shoulder lightly. "Come on, it will be fun. Show some school spirit. Who knows, maybe you will enjoy it"
"Yeah, I might" He sighed. He then looked at Julie and realised that it wouldn't really be that bad to go and cheer Julie on "Ok Jules, I will come."
"Good" Julie smiled, and then looked over her shoulder at her table. She needed to make a escape soon, otherwise she would never have time to eat her apple before she had to go to class. "Well, I will be the one in front of the net."
"Ok" He chuckled. "If I don't see you before then, good luck." He took a breath, and then, reached out and pulled Julie into a quick hug. She smiled and hugged him back just as quick, and watched as he disappeared to sit with his friends.
"Thanks Matt" She called after him.
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Luis Mendoza sat in a spare seat at the Duck's table across from Portman and Fulton. Fulton looked as though he was unsuccessfully having a conversation with the other bash brother, who was staring at something on the other side of the room. "I know that face"
"Yeah, I would suggest that you do, considering he has had it since we met him" Fulton replied. He had given up on trying to talk to Dean about which of the Bears they were going to slaughter on the ice that night (a ritual of breakfast on game day) when he looked across the room and saw what Dean had seen. Julie had just hugged Matt.
"No, I mean, the look on his face." Luis corrected. Fulton looked at his friend. The look on his face was somewhere between anger and pain. Nothing really unusual there.
"What look?" he asked, shrugging.
"He just got dumped." Luis announced, indicating to Portman casually with his spoon. Dean finally snapped out of his trance and glared at the boy who was now digging into his cereal.
"I didn't get dumped!" He replied. Luis looked up at him suspiciously.
"Rejected?" he asked. He usually had a gift for this type of thing. There was no way that he could be wrong about the look on the enforcers face.
"I didn't get rejected!" Dean growled. Sometimes Luis got on his nerves. It didn't happen that often, because honestly, he was a cool guy to hang out with, every one on the team was, but when some one started sticking their nose into his business, that was when he got defensive.
"Brushed off?" Luis asked, taking one last shot at being correct about his hunch.
"Would you shut up Mendoza, this is none of your business." Portman growled at him. Luis sat back a little.
"Dumped" he confirmed softly. Portman stood, ready to launch across the table at him. But at his side, Fulton grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. Dean just leant across the table.
"I was not…" he began.
"Its ok man, I know the signs." Luis replied, turning back to his cereal. Dean sat back in his chair and ignored the other boy.
"How?" Fulton asked. The team enjoyed any opportunity to deflate the ego of the great Mendoza when it came to girls and dating.
Luis looked around him, making sure that no one was watching him. He lent forward like he was sharing the worlds greatest secret, and Dean and Fulton did so to, just to humour him. "Well… It may seem unbelievable… I have been dumped before" Fulton smirked.
"You, I don't believe it" A voice said from behind them. Luis jumped and the Bash Brothers laughed as Ken put his tray on the table and took the seat beside Luis. He fixed his face in mock shock and turned to Luis. "Who would have thought? Casanova Mendoza has been dumped before. That makes him no less then you or me…"
"Shh, I am telling you this in confidence, no one else is to know, ok. But yeah, I have been dumped before, rejected a few times as well." He replied. Then he turned to Portman. "It hurts huh?"
"Would you shut up, I have not been dumped or rejected. In fact, it is all blissfully clear to me now. I know exactly what I have to do." Dean announced, turning back to his food.
"And what is that?" Luis smirked.
Portman stopped, realising that it was not the best idea to announce to the others that he had a plan when really he had no idea what he was going to do yet. "Well, I haven't thought that far a head."
"You need a plan, a fool proof plan." Ken told him. Fulton, Dean and Luis stared at their smaller friend. Out of all the people on the team, Ken was not the one that people would think to go to for advice on girls. He seemed to be one of those people who had no problem being friends with a girl, but every problem in the world moving on to a romantic relationship.
"How would you know Wu, you have never had a girl in your life" Luis smirked. Fulton winced, it was the truth, but it was a harsh way to say it. But Ken just smiled, and shrugged.
"Oh really" he asked before standing quickly and stepping into the gap between the cafeteria tables. A few cheerleaders were making their way to the door, and when they all left, Ken had been joined where he was standing. Luis choked on his breakfast as Ken wrapped an arm around the blonde cheerleader's waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hi Ken!" the cheerleader grinned at him, hugging him. Ken looked over her shoulder at the Bash Brothers raised eyebrows, and Luis, who was rubbing his eyes.
"Hi Courtney" He smiled and then whispered something in her ear. The cheerleader giggled and slapped him on the shoulder.
"You are so bad Ken" he giggled, and if it was possible, the Bash Brothers raised their eyebrows higher. Any higher and they would disappear into their hairline.
"I have to go, But I will be cheering for you at the game" Courtney assured him. Ken smiled and kissed her again. "Score a goal for me?"
"I always do, don't I Courtney?" with one last kiss, the cheerleader was gone, but not until after Ken managed to slap her lightly on the rear end. Courtney smiled over her shoulder at him.
"Whoa, K-Man, what was that." Fulton asked, amazed.
"That…" Ken grinned at the shocked look on the faces of all three of his friends. He casually pulled out his chair and sat down. All four of them watched as she joined her cheerleader friends and then looked back at Ken. "Was my Courtney…"
"So, as you were saying, Ken has never had a girl before…" Portman asked, he had gotten over the surprise, and now he was ready to annoy the crap out of Luis. Because really, that is what he did best.
"Shut up Portman." Luis groaned, taking one last look at the cheerleaders retreating backs before turning back to the other boys. "Treat me like that and I wont help you get your girl"
"I am thinking the Wu Man's advice would be the one to trust in this situation." Fulton retorted, and Ken laughed. Ken shrugged and turned back to his abandoned breakfast.
"I don't even know why we are having this conversation, I have not been dumped, and I am completely capable of getting a girl by myself, thank you very much." Dean said finally.
"Then why aren't you with the girl now?" Luis asked sceptically.
"Because I am trapped in my own personal hell where Mendoza wont shut up." Dean groaned to himself. Fulton was being awfully quiet, which was no that odd really, but it was annoying him that his friend was not jumping in and helping him out with this.
"Listen, do you want my help or not." Luis asked.
"I think he decided long ago that he doesn't" Fulton said. Dean smiled. Finally he had some support again.
"Portman, just listen to him. He knows what he is talking about. He helped me get Courtney…" Ken began. All three of the other boys stared at him. Was that true?
"Fine" Dean sighed, dropping his fork to his plate and pushing it away from him, ready to listen to Luis "Bring on the pearls of wisdom"
And for the next five minutes, the great Casanova Mendoza explained to the other three what the girls wanted, and the best way to give it to them. At some points of the little lecture, all three of them had to cover their mouths to stop themselves from laughing out loud at their friend who obviously had no clue.
"There, and now, you know the secret" Luis concluded. Dean, Fulton and Ken were all struck dumb by their friends speech.
"We sure do" Fulton said softly. And then Dean and Ken burst out laughing. They got control of themselves quickly, and plastered a serious look on their face. Luis didn't realise that they were laughing at him, and merely gathered his things and stood.
"I have to get going, I want to stop by my locker before I have to go to class. I will see you guys later" the other three watched him leave before they burst into hysterical laughter again.
"Kenny" Fulton took a deep breath to calm himself, and then continued on with what he wished to say to his friend. "Please tell be that you did not follow his advice to get Courtney"
"I listened to him." Ken admitted, then smiled. "And then did the exact opposite."
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"And that is Ken Wu's third goal of the night, bringing the score to 0-7 in the ducks favour…"
Fulton and Portman stood to the side cheering as Ken lifted his helmet and looked off to the crowds that were chanting his name. He located Courtney with her other cheer leading friends, and winked at her. The cheerleaders all squealed as Courtney blushed.
"Now he is just showing off to that girlfriend of his" Portman smiled, still cheering for his friend. At his side, Fulton laughed.
They were in the third period of the game, and so far they had a very nice lead over the Blake Bears, who seemed to be their main rivals in the league. Their games against the Bears were usually very close, but this seemed to be over already. Adam had scored three points, Ken three and Charlie one.
There were only five more minutes in the game, but it was not a time to slack off.
"Boys, back to the face off" the ref blew his whistle, shaking Dean and Fulton out of their thoughts. The two began skating back to middle ice, but Fulton stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, get me the puck" he told his friend. Fulton stared at him as though he had lost his mind.
Fulton slapped his friend in the chest, then slapped himself "Enforcers" he said, as though he was explaining it to a four year old. "Enforcers check people into the boards, we leave the puck to the scorers"
"You take the puck sometimes" Dean accused.
"I have the slapshot." Fulton replied. "Dean, I have never even seen you handle the puck before"
"Doesn't mean I cant" Portman replied. Fulton sighed, and then looked back to the group, who looked as though they were waiting for them. Truthfully, they were waiting for them.
"Oh no, you are not going to do what I think you are going to do?" he asked. "Listen, just because Ken scored and dedicated the goal to a girl in the stands doesn't mean that you can score one and dedicate it to Jules."
"Just get me the puck" Portman told him, smacking his friend in the shoulder. Fulton sighed and made his way over to the others.
They had five minutes, and there was no way that the Bears would catch up to them, so really, what was the harm in trying to get the puck to Dean. Fulton groaned, he could not believe that he was even considering it. But he could tell by the look in his friends eyes, that Portman was going to do what ever he could to get the puck, even if he had to hurt a few of the Ducks to do so.
Dwayne got the puck, and when Fulton called for it, he shot it straight across the ice to him. Fulton sighed, looked back across the ice to Dean, who thankfully, had no one on him, and then shot the puck to him. On the bench, they could hear Orion screaming "What do you think you are doing Fulton!"
But it was done now. Dean had the puck, and Fulton crossed the ice to check the other teams enforcers that seemed to be doing their job and dogging Portman. Dean was handling himself well as he approached the goal. He stopped, drew back, and shot.
Every one held their breath as the puck flew through the air, hit the post, and bounced into the goal, missing the Bears Goalie's outstretched hand. The cheers that followed were deafening, and Fulton quickly approached his bash brother.
"…And the ducks score their 8th goal of the night. Amazingly enough, Dean Portman, enforcer does have some skill with the puck…"
Dean got to his feet and bashed his chest against Fulton's in celebration as they usually did. The, he raised his helmet off of his face, and smiled at Julie, who was in their goal. She looked away quickly, and he smiled.
The game ended soon after, 8-0. When the finally buzzer sounded, it seemed that every duck made their way to Dean to congratulate him. All but one, he realised. Julie was not it the group that surrounded him. He wasn't sure what he expected her to do, but he at least expected her to come and congratulate him on the goal.
But Julie only skated to the sidelines and took her helmet off. She would go out and celebrate with them in a minute, but first, she wanted to take some of the padding off so that she could actually hug her team. It was awkward to hug people when you were trapped under a thousand pounds of goalie gear. As Julie was taking off her gloves, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled when she saw who it was.
"Matt, you made it"
"Great game Gaffney" he grinned. "You were right, I did have fun…"
"That is good" Julie told her friend. Then she looked out over the ice to her team, who were still cheering, before turning back to Matt.
"Go, go celebrate" Matt told her. Julie looked out onto the ice and saw that Dean was staring at her, even though the others around him were cheering. Julie turned back to Matt, and kissed him on the cheek softly.
"Thanks for coming" she whispered, and then joined the others on the ice. Dean sighed, shook his head, and accepted the congratulatory hug that Connie was trying to give him.
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So what did you think? Tell me now. One more and I hit the 50 review mark.
Disclaimer - The Ducks don't belong to me. Matt is still mine, and I claim Courtney.
Notes - Ok, I have to admit, that this chap is kind of a filler. But I love it. Usually if I type and the chapter is pointless, I trash it, but I wrote this chapter, and I loved it. I think it is because of the amount of Luis and Ken, and the twist of stereotypes that I played around with. If you didn't realise by my name, I am a huge fan of Luis and Ken, and it felt weird that I was neglecting them in this fic.
So please, review and tell me what you think about it.
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"Julie"
Julie turned at the sound of her name. She was heading from her dorm room to the cafeteria to get something for breakfast. After sleeping badly the night before, Julie had managed to sleep through her alarm, and Rebecca had not woken her before leaving, so unfortunately, she would only have enough time to grab something small before she had to her first period class of Math. Julie was almost about to get angry at the person that had postponed her from food, until she recognised who it was that had stopped her. Matt.
"Oh, hi Matt. Listen, I am really sorry that I had to leave so quickly from the diner yesterday, I just remembered that I had to help Rebecca with her Math homework. I am sorry…" That was not really true. After the bash brothers had left the diner she had not been able to concentrate on the work that they were doing. Not that she had been concentrating on at all really. But after they had left, she had waited a small amount of time, to make it seem like she was not following them, and then she made up some excuse about helping out Rebecca.
"It is ok, I understand. Besides, we got a few things covered." Matt replied. He smiled at her. "I was just wondering if there was anyway that I could help you lighten your work load, anything that I could do for you or…"
"Oh, that is really sweet of you, but isn't it like…cheating?" Julie replied. He was the first person to offer to help her, and she had to admit that she was a little surprised.
"No, I don't think so." He smiled, assuring her. Julie could not help but return the smile. "How about I start on the research for the biology assignment, that way we can just jump straight into the rest of it tomorrow."
"Well, if it is not to much trouble for you." Julie replied. She had to admit that that would manage to help lighten her heavy load. But there was no one that Julie could blame for that, it was her own fault for getting herself involved in everything. Matt was willing to help, but that did not stop Julie from feeling guilty. Just because she was busy, it shouldn't mean that he do any more then his share of the work.
"None at all"
"Well sure, that would help. I am just so busy at the moment, who would have thought that it would be so tough to be a teenager…" Julie sighed.
"I know, where is the instruction manual" Matt joked back. Julie smiled and walked through the door to the cafeteria that Matt was holding open for her. Together they moved to the cafeteria line and joined the end of it. As soon as they did, her eyes searched for Dean, and when she saw that he was sitting at the end of the ducks table, she looked away quickly so that he would not catch her staring at him.
"So, you start the research, and I will finish it tomorrow at the library, then we can start structuring the assignment." Julie confirmed when they got the front of the line and prepared to part ways. Matt nodded to himself, and looked as though he was preparing himself to say something. She waited a few seconds, before flashing him another smile, and then starting away.
"Julie." he called out to her suddenly. Julie stopped and turned back to him.
"Yeah Matt"
"Well, I was wondering…are you doing anything tonight?" matt asked softly. Julie felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks. Was Matt asking her out on a date? That was really sweet of him, but she was glad that she couldn't go. Julie pointed to the large poster that was on the back of the door advertising that nights game.
"Eden Hall Mighty Ducks vs. Blake Bears"
"Of course" He smiled to himself. "How stupid of me"
Julie frowned. Did Matt just call himself stupid? Just for that, she wished that she was free that night so that she could go out with him somewhere. "Are you going to come along to the game?"
"I don't know, hockey is not really my thing" he explained quickly. Julie thought that she saw him look quickly at the table where the rest of the ducks were sitting, but she could not be sure.
She hit his shoulder lightly. "Come on, it will be fun. Show some school spirit. Who knows, maybe you will enjoy it"
"Yeah, I might" He sighed. He then looked at Julie and realised that it wouldn't really be that bad to go and cheer Julie on "Ok Jules, I will come."
"Good" Julie smiled, and then looked over her shoulder at her table. She needed to make a escape soon, otherwise she would never have time to eat her apple before she had to go to class. "Well, I will be the one in front of the net."
"Ok" He chuckled. "If I don't see you before then, good luck." He took a breath, and then, reached out and pulled Julie into a quick hug. She smiled and hugged him back just as quick, and watched as he disappeared to sit with his friends.
"Thanks Matt" She called after him.
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Luis Mendoza sat in a spare seat at the Duck's table across from Portman and Fulton. Fulton looked as though he was unsuccessfully having a conversation with the other bash brother, who was staring at something on the other side of the room. "I know that face"
"Yeah, I would suggest that you do, considering he has had it since we met him" Fulton replied. He had given up on trying to talk to Dean about which of the Bears they were going to slaughter on the ice that night (a ritual of breakfast on game day) when he looked across the room and saw what Dean had seen. Julie had just hugged Matt.
"No, I mean, the look on his face." Luis corrected. Fulton looked at his friend. The look on his face was somewhere between anger and pain. Nothing really unusual there.
"What look?" he asked, shrugging.
"He just got dumped." Luis announced, indicating to Portman casually with his spoon. Dean finally snapped out of his trance and glared at the boy who was now digging into his cereal.
"I didn't get dumped!" He replied. Luis looked up at him suspiciously.
"Rejected?" he asked. He usually had a gift for this type of thing. There was no way that he could be wrong about the look on the enforcers face.
"I didn't get rejected!" Dean growled. Sometimes Luis got on his nerves. It didn't happen that often, because honestly, he was a cool guy to hang out with, every one on the team was, but when some one started sticking their nose into his business, that was when he got defensive.
"Brushed off?" Luis asked, taking one last shot at being correct about his hunch.
"Would you shut up Mendoza, this is none of your business." Portman growled at him. Luis sat back a little.
"Dumped" he confirmed softly. Portman stood, ready to launch across the table at him. But at his side, Fulton grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. Dean just leant across the table.
"I was not…" he began.
"Its ok man, I know the signs." Luis replied, turning back to his cereal. Dean sat back in his chair and ignored the other boy.
"How?" Fulton asked. The team enjoyed any opportunity to deflate the ego of the great Mendoza when it came to girls and dating.
Luis looked around him, making sure that no one was watching him. He lent forward like he was sharing the worlds greatest secret, and Dean and Fulton did so to, just to humour him. "Well… It may seem unbelievable… I have been dumped before" Fulton smirked.
"You, I don't believe it" A voice said from behind them. Luis jumped and the Bash Brothers laughed as Ken put his tray on the table and took the seat beside Luis. He fixed his face in mock shock and turned to Luis. "Who would have thought? Casanova Mendoza has been dumped before. That makes him no less then you or me…"
"Shh, I am telling you this in confidence, no one else is to know, ok. But yeah, I have been dumped before, rejected a few times as well." He replied. Then he turned to Portman. "It hurts huh?"
"Would you shut up, I have not been dumped or rejected. In fact, it is all blissfully clear to me now. I know exactly what I have to do." Dean announced, turning back to his food.
"And what is that?" Luis smirked.
Portman stopped, realising that it was not the best idea to announce to the others that he had a plan when really he had no idea what he was going to do yet. "Well, I haven't thought that far a head."
"You need a plan, a fool proof plan." Ken told him. Fulton, Dean and Luis stared at their smaller friend. Out of all the people on the team, Ken was not the one that people would think to go to for advice on girls. He seemed to be one of those people who had no problem being friends with a girl, but every problem in the world moving on to a romantic relationship.
"How would you know Wu, you have never had a girl in your life" Luis smirked. Fulton winced, it was the truth, but it was a harsh way to say it. But Ken just smiled, and shrugged.
"Oh really" he asked before standing quickly and stepping into the gap between the cafeteria tables. A few cheerleaders were making their way to the door, and when they all left, Ken had been joined where he was standing. Luis choked on his breakfast as Ken wrapped an arm around the blonde cheerleader's waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hi Ken!" the cheerleader grinned at him, hugging him. Ken looked over her shoulder at the Bash Brothers raised eyebrows, and Luis, who was rubbing his eyes.
"Hi Courtney" He smiled and then whispered something in her ear. The cheerleader giggled and slapped him on the shoulder.
"You are so bad Ken" he giggled, and if it was possible, the Bash Brothers raised their eyebrows higher. Any higher and they would disappear into their hairline.
"I have to go, But I will be cheering for you at the game" Courtney assured him. Ken smiled and kissed her again. "Score a goal for me?"
"I always do, don't I Courtney?" with one last kiss, the cheerleader was gone, but not until after Ken managed to slap her lightly on the rear end. Courtney smiled over her shoulder at him.
"Whoa, K-Man, what was that." Fulton asked, amazed.
"That…" Ken grinned at the shocked look on the faces of all three of his friends. He casually pulled out his chair and sat down. All four of them watched as she joined her cheerleader friends and then looked back at Ken. "Was my Courtney…"
"So, as you were saying, Ken has never had a girl before…" Portman asked, he had gotten over the surprise, and now he was ready to annoy the crap out of Luis. Because really, that is what he did best.
"Shut up Portman." Luis groaned, taking one last look at the cheerleaders retreating backs before turning back to the other boys. "Treat me like that and I wont help you get your girl"
"I am thinking the Wu Man's advice would be the one to trust in this situation." Fulton retorted, and Ken laughed. Ken shrugged and turned back to his abandoned breakfast.
"I don't even know why we are having this conversation, I have not been dumped, and I am completely capable of getting a girl by myself, thank you very much." Dean said finally.
"Then why aren't you with the girl now?" Luis asked sceptically.
"Because I am trapped in my own personal hell where Mendoza wont shut up." Dean groaned to himself. Fulton was being awfully quiet, which was no that odd really, but it was annoying him that his friend was not jumping in and helping him out with this.
"Listen, do you want my help or not." Luis asked.
"I think he decided long ago that he doesn't" Fulton said. Dean smiled. Finally he had some support again.
"Portman, just listen to him. He knows what he is talking about. He helped me get Courtney…" Ken began. All three of the other boys stared at him. Was that true?
"Fine" Dean sighed, dropping his fork to his plate and pushing it away from him, ready to listen to Luis "Bring on the pearls of wisdom"
And for the next five minutes, the great Casanova Mendoza explained to the other three what the girls wanted, and the best way to give it to them. At some points of the little lecture, all three of them had to cover their mouths to stop themselves from laughing out loud at their friend who obviously had no clue.
"There, and now, you know the secret" Luis concluded. Dean, Fulton and Ken were all struck dumb by their friends speech.
"We sure do" Fulton said softly. And then Dean and Ken burst out laughing. They got control of themselves quickly, and plastered a serious look on their face. Luis didn't realise that they were laughing at him, and merely gathered his things and stood.
"I have to get going, I want to stop by my locker before I have to go to class. I will see you guys later" the other three watched him leave before they burst into hysterical laughter again.
"Kenny" Fulton took a deep breath to calm himself, and then continued on with what he wished to say to his friend. "Please tell be that you did not follow his advice to get Courtney"
"I listened to him." Ken admitted, then smiled. "And then did the exact opposite."
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"And that is Ken Wu's third goal of the night, bringing the score to 0-7 in the ducks favour…"
Fulton and Portman stood to the side cheering as Ken lifted his helmet and looked off to the crowds that were chanting his name. He located Courtney with her other cheer leading friends, and winked at her. The cheerleaders all squealed as Courtney blushed.
"Now he is just showing off to that girlfriend of his" Portman smiled, still cheering for his friend. At his side, Fulton laughed.
They were in the third period of the game, and so far they had a very nice lead over the Blake Bears, who seemed to be their main rivals in the league. Their games against the Bears were usually very close, but this seemed to be over already. Adam had scored three points, Ken three and Charlie one.
There were only five more minutes in the game, but it was not a time to slack off.
"Boys, back to the face off" the ref blew his whistle, shaking Dean and Fulton out of their thoughts. The two began skating back to middle ice, but Fulton stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, get me the puck" he told his friend. Fulton stared at him as though he had lost his mind.
Fulton slapped his friend in the chest, then slapped himself "Enforcers" he said, as though he was explaining it to a four year old. "Enforcers check people into the boards, we leave the puck to the scorers"
"You take the puck sometimes" Dean accused.
"I have the slapshot." Fulton replied. "Dean, I have never even seen you handle the puck before"
"Doesn't mean I cant" Portman replied. Fulton sighed, and then looked back to the group, who looked as though they were waiting for them. Truthfully, they were waiting for them.
"Oh no, you are not going to do what I think you are going to do?" he asked. "Listen, just because Ken scored and dedicated the goal to a girl in the stands doesn't mean that you can score one and dedicate it to Jules."
"Just get me the puck" Portman told him, smacking his friend in the shoulder. Fulton sighed and made his way over to the others.
They had five minutes, and there was no way that the Bears would catch up to them, so really, what was the harm in trying to get the puck to Dean. Fulton groaned, he could not believe that he was even considering it. But he could tell by the look in his friends eyes, that Portman was going to do what ever he could to get the puck, even if he had to hurt a few of the Ducks to do so.
Dwayne got the puck, and when Fulton called for it, he shot it straight across the ice to him. Fulton sighed, looked back across the ice to Dean, who thankfully, had no one on him, and then shot the puck to him. On the bench, they could hear Orion screaming "What do you think you are doing Fulton!"
But it was done now. Dean had the puck, and Fulton crossed the ice to check the other teams enforcers that seemed to be doing their job and dogging Portman. Dean was handling himself well as he approached the goal. He stopped, drew back, and shot.
Every one held their breath as the puck flew through the air, hit the post, and bounced into the goal, missing the Bears Goalie's outstretched hand. The cheers that followed were deafening, and Fulton quickly approached his bash brother.
"…And the ducks score their 8th goal of the night. Amazingly enough, Dean Portman, enforcer does have some skill with the puck…"
Dean got to his feet and bashed his chest against Fulton's in celebration as they usually did. The, he raised his helmet off of his face, and smiled at Julie, who was in their goal. She looked away quickly, and he smiled.
The game ended soon after, 8-0. When the finally buzzer sounded, it seemed that every duck made their way to Dean to congratulate him. All but one, he realised. Julie was not it the group that surrounded him. He wasn't sure what he expected her to do, but he at least expected her to come and congratulate him on the goal.
But Julie only skated to the sidelines and took her helmet off. She would go out and celebrate with them in a minute, but first, she wanted to take some of the padding off so that she could actually hug her team. It was awkward to hug people when you were trapped under a thousand pounds of goalie gear. As Julie was taking off her gloves, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled when she saw who it was.
"Matt, you made it"
"Great game Gaffney" he grinned. "You were right, I did have fun…"
"That is good" Julie told her friend. Then she looked out over the ice to her team, who were still cheering, before turning back to Matt.
"Go, go celebrate" Matt told her. Julie looked out onto the ice and saw that Dean was staring at her, even though the others around him were cheering. Julie turned back to Matt, and kissed him on the cheek softly.
"Thanks for coming" she whispered, and then joined the others on the ice. Dean sighed, shook his head, and accepted the congratulatory hug that Connie was trying to give him.
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