I was scared to go into my room alone; terrified really. My thoughts kept
revolving around 'what if I tried to do it again and succeeded?' I couldn't
die. I had too much to live for. People still needed me. Like . . .Guy! He
needed me. He needed me to sit around and listen to him rant and rave on
how annoying Connie was, and how she would drag him into the worst
situations, which really weren't. They were usually was a Sandra Bullock
movie or shoe shopping. What really terrified me is that he actually
understood some of the differences in shoes. And Kenny, he needed me too!
If I were gone, Kenny wouldn't have another Duck to actually talk with
about something other than hockey. And Julie, she needed me to help her get
out of dates that Connie had set her up on.
As I walked up to my dorm room I felt a sudden wave of relief wash over me. I was going to be fine. I wouldn't do anything. I had too many people counting on me.
I looked down oddly at my door with was slightly ajar. I remembered locking it before I left. I chuckled. I had a feeling someone had come to visit me.
"Josie?" I asked into the room smiling, looking around, my eyes settling on my bed where a lump was under my covers. I walked over and shook the lump.
She sat up quite abruptly. "Adam." She said giving me a squeeze. "I missed you."
I scoffed. "You saw me this morning."
She nodded. "After the day I've been thought I have a right to." She immediately frowned as she looked at me closer. "Adam, what happened to your face? You're cut."
I shook my head. "Hockey. Dangerous sport you know with all the body checking." I said lightly.
She smiled happily. "You're ok then?" She said running her fingers across the cut. And pulling herself out of the covers.
"Uh huh." I said looking down at her clothes. "What are you wearing? You look like you popped out of a Britney Spears video."
She frowned. "Shut up. This is my uniform." She replied looking down at it; a blue kilt and a white polo with blue knee socks, in the middle of winter. "My dad didn't approve of what I was wearing so he took me home and made me wear this."
I smirked allowing her to get up. "It's not bad. I could get used to it."
She looked back at me and winked. "Good."
My eyes widened as she walked to the door and shut it quickly and locked it. "What? Isn't that the moment when you say, 'shut up you sexist jerk', or something?"
She shook her head. "Nope." She looked back at the door and frowned. "Did your roommate forget his key?"
I blinked and got off my bed. "I don't know. Why?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Doesn't matter." She quickly pressed her lips forcefully against mine and her fingers found my belt loops of my khaki pants pulling her entire body against mine within seconds. Her hands quickly left my belt loops to my shoulders, grabbing at my shirt in an attempt to pull it off.
I pushed her off me quickly. "Whoa! Josie! What are you doing?" I yelped holding both hands out in front of me, blinking rapidly watching her move towards me.
She rolled her eyes. "Jesus Banks, I thought it was obvious." She scoffed as she moved once more preparing to pounce on me again.
"Oh it is." I said rubbing my throat as it jumped about an octave, taking a step back soon realizing I was backing up against a wall. I was trapped. "But you made it perfectly clear that you didn't want to . . . to . . ."
She blinked at me, smiling knowingly. "Have sex?" she said finishing my thought.
"Exactly; have sex when you found condoms in my drawers, which by the way still aren't mine." I said stumbling over my hockey bag I had sat beside my bed earlier today.
She rested her hands on her hips, smirking at my nervousness. "Adam, I like you a lot. Hell I'm pretty damn sure that I love you, and that you love me." She sighed. This obviously wasn't going the way she envisioned it. "And everyone already thinks we have, and we are both suffering the consequences, you with Dean Buckley and me with my family. And it isn't fair that we haven't done anything but are still getting punished for it. So I want to. Right now."
I shook my head. "No you don't."
"Yes I do." She replied quickly. "And you're a guy and you want to, too."
I rubbed my temples. "That's some logic there Jose. Because I'm a guy, I want to have sex."
She groaned. "Adam, I do not want to fight about this. You know I don't mean it that way." He voice seemed to crackle halfway through. "I just want to do this." A tear quickly dripped down her cheek.
I walked up to her and wrapped both arms around her shaking body. "Josie, you're angry at your dad, and I'm angry at mine." I felt her relax into my arms and her arms fell comfortably around my middle. "You would extremely upset if we did that, especially with me, and next month is 'Let's not get mad at Adam Banks month' and I think we should get a head start."
She let out a breath that I was sure was supposed to be like a laugh. She rested her head on my shoulder, her tears soaking into my white shirt. "Adam, I'm gone on Friday, and I've heard that you're out of the dorms on the same day. What if this is our last chance?"
I squeezed her again. "We just started yesterday, so it won't be. It can't be." I smiled and rested my chin on her head. "I don't care if I have to wait until we're eighteen and we're both seniors." I took a breath and kissed her hair. "I'll wait if you wait."
"But I don't want to wait if you're here now." She sniffed softly and broke free of my grasp. She chuckled a little despite her tears. "When I met you, I thought that love was a lie, Adam."
I blinked at her as she walked over to my bed and sat down, smoothing the skirt she wore. "What?"
She chuckled again. "I thought that love was like a teenager's version of Santa." She explained half laughing through her silent tears that rolled down her velvet cheeks. "It was there to keep us buying magazines and watching stupid movies with hip pop songs, only to explain away why our love Santa keeps getting stuck in the chimney." She looked up at me through glassy eyes. "And then, there you were."
I frowned as I sat down beside her.
"You were right there, constantly telling me the complete opposite. Like that one last kid in grade five who still believes that Santa comes down his chimney on Christmas Eve and the reindeer are on his roof. You were right there telling me that love really exists." She continued closing her eyes.
I wrapped an arm around her quickly. "It does Josie. It does exist."
She sniffed quietly. "Maybe it only exists for some people."
"Maybe." I started, pulling her in towards me, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly. "But I think that we are part of that lucky group that it does exist for."
She looked up at me, her eyes questioning. "How can you be so sure?"
"I'm not. I just have faith in you." I said kissing her lips quickly.
She frowned either unsure or unsatisfied with my answer. "Why?"
I smiled. "Because I'm in love with you, and if you ask me why, you are going to be stuck here for over an hour because I will list all the reasons why I do."
She hesitantly nodded. "Ok.
I frowned as I realized that she wasn't supposed to be here at all. "Josie, does you father know your at Eden Hall?"
Her eyes met mine and were quickly cast to the floor. "No not exactly."
I cocked an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
She swallowed. "It means he thinks I'm in my room studying for my exam on Monday."
I groaned. "So how did you get out?"
"Quite simple really." She grinned, looking completely proud of her accomplishment. "Well, there is a little jump onto the roof of our separate garage from my room. Then you walk around the roof until you find the lattice and you climb down it like a ladder." She smiled widely. "It's actually like an escapee's dream."
I shook my head. "Your father is going to kill you."
"So what! I get to spend the night with you."
My eyes widened. "Me?"
She nodded. "Of course. Well, it wasn't the exact way I planned it, but it'll be great!"
"And how long until he finds you and figures out you came here to see me? He'll have me thrown into a cop car!"
She smirked and kissed me quickly. "Actually he would have you beaten and dragged first."
I rolled my eyes. "How reassuring!" I shook my head. "We need to get you home, because if either of our fathers find out I'm going to get my ass kicked."
She looked completely stunned. "But it wasn't your fault. I ran off! I want to be with you." Her eyes widened and her fingers grazed the cut on my cheek. "Did my. . ."
I shook my head. "No, it wasn't your father.
"Was it your . . .?"
I got up brushing her hands off me. "Don't." I said harshly to her.
She immediately got up and turned me around. "Adam, if this is going to work, you are going to have to talk to me." She said her arms wrapping around my waist, barely grazing my ribcage making me wince. She blinked nervously reaching out to grab my shirt.
"Josie; stop it!" I ordered her brushing her hands away forcefully.
Her eyes narrowed, completely determined. "I will once you show me what's under your shirt."
I shook my head. "No."
"Take off your shirt and show me, or I will rip that shirt, and you will have one less polo." She countered crossing her arms stubbornly. "And you know I will."
I looked down at my shirt and sighed, grabbing the hem and pulling it up, over my head. Josie immediately moved up to me and took the shirt from hands and tossed it on the ground inspecting the bruise that had formed from earlier today.
She looked up at me rather terrified. "Ok, sit. I'll get some ice."
I shook my head. "I'm fine."
"Really, because it looks like someone hit you with a wooden switch." She said pulling me to my bed and forcing me to a least sit.
"No one hit me with a switch." I said smirking.
She blinked. "Well that definitely wasn't a hand." She frowned as she realized I was smirking at it. "Stop smiling it isn't funny Adam."
I shrugged at let her outline the bruise with her fingers, my muscles tensing when she hit a tender spot. "Well, Ow! It's not like Ow! You to do this. Ow!! Ok stop; that really hurts."
"Well I'm sorry if I want to make sure that someone I love is ok." She shot back at me, not even stopping when she said that she loved me.
I smiled down at her, while she concentrated on tending the bruise.
"Does anything else hurt?" She asked quietly. I have a feeling she's the type of girlfriend who will make sure I'm fine after every game. I'm not quite sure if that's a good or bad thing.
I shrugged. "My wrist a little, but it's an old injury that flares up every once in a while." I said looking at my right wrist. "I'm fine. You need to stop worrying about me."
She rolled her eyes and knelt down in front of me to inspect my wrist, rubbing her thumb across my palm and down to my pulse point, being ever so gentle.
I looked over at my clock and realized it was 7:30. "I'll go get Portman. We'll drive you home, so your dad doesn't suspect anything."
"Can't I stay with you?" She asked. "I've never slept at my new house here and it's kind of creepy." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Please?"
"What about your father calling the police and having me beaten and dragged and thrown into the bad of a cop car?" I asked getting up and grabbing her hands and pulling her off the floor with a swift movement. "You don't want to see me during visiting hours do you?"
She smiled. "And orange is so not your color." She laughed. "I think it's more like green, maroon and white."
I nodded, too cute. "Ok, so I think we should get you home then."
The smile she wore dropped off her face. "Adam!" She whined grabbing onto my hand and pulling me toward the little window instead of the door. "How about I call him tomorrow morning and tell him that I took the bus here to study for my exam on Monday? I could say I took the earliest bus I could so I could get a full day of studying in." She batted her eyelashes at me innocently. "He would never know that the earliest bus I took was at 6:50 the night before."
I groaned. "He'll kill you if he finds out you were with me."
"No he wouldn't." She shook her head and pulled my hand so I was sitting on the bed, along with her.
"No he'll kill me then."
She rested her head on my shoulder. "I'll protect you, my hockey-playing, polo-wearing, Cake-eater."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You've been hanging around the Ducks too much."
She quickly kissed my cheek and got up to rummage through my clothes for something to sleep in. "I know, but they love me." She said looking over her shoulder and winking. "Except maybe your roommate. I think he's scared of me. And the cowboy; I think he's a little sensitive about me tying his lasso in knots on the second day I was here. And Connie and Julie. I keep forgetting to tell them I'm sorry about yelling at them."
I frowned. "You yelled at them?"
"Yup." She replied nonchalantly, pulling out a 'Team USA' shirt that was about two sizes too big for me. "It was after you got the shit kicked out of you by Will."
"Thanks for the reminder."
"He called me." She said looking through another drawer and pulling out a pair of track pants.
"Will?"
She looked over at me. "Uh huh. My dad went ballistic when he got me home and immediately called Will's parents."
I frowned. "Why?"
"His mother is a child psychologist. She's been saying I've been 'acting out' my anger towards Peter's death for the last nine months. I think she's trying to convince my dad I belong on some sort of drug. Probably an anti- depressant."
I blinked completely amazed. "Yeah. But what does that have to do with Will?"
She shrugged and tossed her coat at me. "Don't look!" She replied undoing the belt to her kilt.
I rolled my eyes and shielded them. "You were like ten seconds away from having sex with me and now you're being shy?"
I heard her scoff. "Well I'm sorry but that ship as sailed, Banks."
I sighed and looked at my cream colored walls. "So what does that have anything to do with Will? That was all about his mom."
For a second she was silent and I heard a little noise signaling that she had taken off her skirt. I took a breath. Ship sailed Banks . . . stop thinking about that.
"Oh. Well, my father gave me the phone and told me it was you. But obviously it wasn't. Anyways, Will asked me out."
My jaw dropped. "He what!"
"Actually he ordered me out." Josie explained a little bit more loosely. "He has the idea that I'm his girlfriend and have been for the last like two months, which would be a really crappy relationship because I've kissed you more times in our relationship that has been like a day maybe, than I have him, in his imaginary relationship."
"You kissed him!"
She sighed and sat beside me, completely clad in Team USA clothing. "No I didn't! He kissed me, and it was totally disguising. He like completely freaked out because of me saying that I was naming the 'baby' after you and he tried to 'claim' me."
I blinked completely amazed. "You didn't say that he kissed you!"
"Unimportant." I said brushing it off.
"Unimportant? Unimportant!" I yelped grabbing both of her hands. "He kissed my girlfriend; that IS important!"
"To be fair we weren't even really in a relationship at the time." She quickly pointed out.
I finally realized something. "Oh my God! I kissed you that same day, not and hour after he kissed you. You kissed two guys in one day, within the same hour!"
She face softened and she immediately retracted from me. "You make it sound like I meant to because in fact two guys kissed me in the same hour, because if I don't remember correctly, I told you to stop, and I definitely told him to stop."
"Yeah, but you said it jokingly." I replied back to her, popping out of my 'let's go kill Will for kissing 'my' girl' moment.
She immediately frowned. "Why would I joke about that?"
"I don't know, maybe because you have mastered the skill of playing hard to get?" I shot back at her.
"Well if I have, what the hell am I doing here for?" I said raising her voice and getting off of my bed.
I blinked nervously. "Ok, let's calm down." I said gently sitting her back down with little protest. "I wasn't joking about next month being 'let's not yell at Adam Banks month'."
She scoffed. "Actually I believe it was 'let's not get mad at Adam Banks month'. So I can yell at you all I want."
"It's both."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can we drop it? I just want to hang with you."
"Yeah of course." I smiled back at her. "Aw. . . shit. I promised I would study History with Luis with his new girlfriend."
"Your mean me?" She asked winking.
"I thought we agreed we would drop it."
"Dropping now."
I nodded and smiled. "You know that exchange student from Austria."
"Australia stupid; and her name is Tara, get it right." Josie said grabbing her jean jacket from my bedpost. "She lucky you know."
"Why?"
"Luis is a really good kisser. I think it has something to do with being Latin."
My eyes widened. "Hey!"
"And those eyes of his. . ."
"Now you're just teasing me." I scoffed rolling my eyes.
She grabbed my hand as we walked out of my dorm. "Don't worry Adam, he's too pretty."
I laughed. "Pretty? If he's pretty, what am I?"
She kissed my cheek and rested her head on my shoulder. "Preppy chic."
"Evil."
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A/N: I don't have much to say about this chapter, so I'm just going to do shout outs ok?
OreoLine00- Jesse will be coming to you, however without Guy, because he was promised and sent to someone else (Beaner). If you want to fight for him, go ahead! Jesse, will be coming on Friday, because he wants to spend the rest of the week here, so you'll have him by Saturday ok? Jesse: "Florida! I've never been to Florida! *happily sits beside author* "So when do I go?" *author rolls eyes* Ok anyways, I'm glad you liked last chapter, one of my serious ones!
Beaner- My better hope I forget about the 'your Adam' thing. . . wait. . . what were we talking about? *smiles* Adam: *runs up and squeezes author* "Aw. . . Katie and her short term memory; can I have desert now?" *author frowns* Go ask my mom. . . *shakes head* Where does he get these things? I'm glad you got that! He didn't even want to! Yay! That came across right! I also read that many teens that commit suicide, right before they die, want to live, which is scary if you think about it! Now, I have to read Abused, just so I can compare and contrast! Ok, hope you enjoyed this chapter. *hands keyboard over to ever shrinking group of Jesse, Fulton and Adam* Jesse: "Hey hey! We wanted to see the All Star game but Katie's brother *eyes him angrily* Some hockey fan he is. . . I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna. . ." *Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: *sighs* "Kate's brother decided to have a Die Hard marathon DURING the game. Good movies though. We didn't get to see the game. Adam was crying. *snickers*" Adam's jaw drops. Adam: "I did NOT cry! I was upset because I didn't get to see the game." Fulton: "You looked like a girl." Adam: "I did not! I have very boyish features." Jesse: *looks up from cursing obscure mutterings about author's older sibling* "Only a girl would say that." Adam: "Katie, can you bring home another character. Preferably one who likes me and won't call me a girl." Jesse: "Cake-eater." *author sighs and nods* Hmm. . . What characters haven't I given away. Well I gave away Portman, Mendoza, Conaway, Germaine. . . and that's it. And I have Banks, Hall and Reed. So I'm missing, Goldberg, Averman, Wu *GASPS!* Kenny!!! I'm bringing home Kenny! *dances excitedly getting worried looks from Fulton, Jesse and Adam* Jesse: "Ok, no more sugar for Kate." Oh don't worry about the alliance between Fulton and Adam. I ordered Fulton to sit on him, mainly because Adam was like ready to self destruct and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted his last moments under Fulton's ass. Adam: "You're heavy." Fulton: *glares angrily* "Better to crush you with Preppy" Adam: *makes worried face* "Guy. . . help. . ." *author takes back keyboard* Anywho. I haven't been posting as often. It's a new semester so I've been BOMBARDED with homework. Not to mention Jesse snuck into my science class and FOUND the wooden molecule balls and reenacted the scene back in D1. *Jesse smiles guiltily* I JUST finished my Food and Nutrition project like an hour ago so. . . my priorities are a little funky right now. . .No worries I'll be back to normal in like a week or so. Lots of love Katie, Adam, Fulton and Jesse (for now)
Anna- LOL! My very own PREVIEW a-la Bold and the Beautiful? Ok, I'm not a soap opera fan but I'm SO flattered! Did you like this chapter? Did it live up to your preview? I hope so! Thanks! You made me really want to write this chapter!
Queen of Cake-eaters- Ok, that was unusual, FF.net did have a MAJOR blip didn't it? That was so weird! You loved it? Thankies! You're too sweet! I have a book too! It's just filled with doodles and scenes for next chapters. That and science notes. LOL! Yeah Adam does need to open up, but you know, it'll happen soon, just keep reading! Ok, do you remember in like Chapter 37 where Charlie called Adam on his bullshit when he lied to the Coach about Adam's dad? THAT'S where I'm getting tension from. I was just trying to stress the fact that Charlie didn't like the fact that Adam was covering up for his father. Do you understand at all or was that completely random? I was balanced last chapter? Whoa! That's cool! *stands and takes a bow* Thankies so much! You like me you really really like me! * smiles* I was trying to weave a little humor in there but not so much that it was taking away from the seriousness. I'm glad you caught that! I posted I posted! I promised I will be back to regular posting once I'm used to my new semester! I'm still getting used to it! Thanks so much for your TWO reviews!
Tara- *author sends you a virtual over the sea huggle* Don't cry! *author sends Dean and Luis big hugs* You guys kick ass! We miss you ok? Anyways on with my shout out before I want to steal Dean and Luis away from you. I'm so glad that you liked that chapter because it was HARD to write, next to like the second one because I had to pull Josie out of Mary-Sue territory, which by the way, is so not fun! Guys, good job on not fighting! Luis, I hope you enjoyed my little reference to you, and Tara I hope you like the reference I made to you too. Dean, I would make a reference to you, but your kind of a secondary character so. . . your like in every other chapter so. . . I don't have to. *smiles* You are fun to write! *Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: Hey guys! Jesse is chasing Adam through the snow. The funny part is, is that I locked them both out and they don't have coats." *smiles evilly* *author's jaw drops* Fulton! Fulton: *rolls eyes* "Yes?" You locked them out? Fulton: "Yes. I'll let them in if you say aboot then do that 'I am Canadian' beer commercial." Fulton! Fulton: "Yes?" I don't KNOW the 'I am Canadian' beer commercial by heat! Fulton: "Oh. . ." *author kisses his cheek making him smile and run to the back door* Boys, easy to handle. Dean don't worry about *cough* aboot *cough* the boots. Just give him the five bucks. Ok Love from everyone in Canada!
OK that's it! Is there any Duck that you want to see in my author's notes? Just wondering, because I'm usually bored and I have nothing else to do at 11:15 at night! *smiles* I better go and think about my next chapter. Later all from Snowy Canada!
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As I walked up to my dorm room I felt a sudden wave of relief wash over me. I was going to be fine. I wouldn't do anything. I had too many people counting on me.
I looked down oddly at my door with was slightly ajar. I remembered locking it before I left. I chuckled. I had a feeling someone had come to visit me.
"Josie?" I asked into the room smiling, looking around, my eyes settling on my bed where a lump was under my covers. I walked over and shook the lump.
She sat up quite abruptly. "Adam." She said giving me a squeeze. "I missed you."
I scoffed. "You saw me this morning."
She nodded. "After the day I've been thought I have a right to." She immediately frowned as she looked at me closer. "Adam, what happened to your face? You're cut."
I shook my head. "Hockey. Dangerous sport you know with all the body checking." I said lightly.
She smiled happily. "You're ok then?" She said running her fingers across the cut. And pulling herself out of the covers.
"Uh huh." I said looking down at her clothes. "What are you wearing? You look like you popped out of a Britney Spears video."
She frowned. "Shut up. This is my uniform." She replied looking down at it; a blue kilt and a white polo with blue knee socks, in the middle of winter. "My dad didn't approve of what I was wearing so he took me home and made me wear this."
I smirked allowing her to get up. "It's not bad. I could get used to it."
She looked back at me and winked. "Good."
My eyes widened as she walked to the door and shut it quickly and locked it. "What? Isn't that the moment when you say, 'shut up you sexist jerk', or something?"
She shook her head. "Nope." She looked back at the door and frowned. "Did your roommate forget his key?"
I blinked and got off my bed. "I don't know. Why?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Doesn't matter." She quickly pressed her lips forcefully against mine and her fingers found my belt loops of my khaki pants pulling her entire body against mine within seconds. Her hands quickly left my belt loops to my shoulders, grabbing at my shirt in an attempt to pull it off.
I pushed her off me quickly. "Whoa! Josie! What are you doing?" I yelped holding both hands out in front of me, blinking rapidly watching her move towards me.
She rolled her eyes. "Jesus Banks, I thought it was obvious." She scoffed as she moved once more preparing to pounce on me again.
"Oh it is." I said rubbing my throat as it jumped about an octave, taking a step back soon realizing I was backing up against a wall. I was trapped. "But you made it perfectly clear that you didn't want to . . . to . . ."
She blinked at me, smiling knowingly. "Have sex?" she said finishing my thought.
"Exactly; have sex when you found condoms in my drawers, which by the way still aren't mine." I said stumbling over my hockey bag I had sat beside my bed earlier today.
She rested her hands on her hips, smirking at my nervousness. "Adam, I like you a lot. Hell I'm pretty damn sure that I love you, and that you love me." She sighed. This obviously wasn't going the way she envisioned it. "And everyone already thinks we have, and we are both suffering the consequences, you with Dean Buckley and me with my family. And it isn't fair that we haven't done anything but are still getting punished for it. So I want to. Right now."
I shook my head. "No you don't."
"Yes I do." She replied quickly. "And you're a guy and you want to, too."
I rubbed my temples. "That's some logic there Jose. Because I'm a guy, I want to have sex."
She groaned. "Adam, I do not want to fight about this. You know I don't mean it that way." He voice seemed to crackle halfway through. "I just want to do this." A tear quickly dripped down her cheek.
I walked up to her and wrapped both arms around her shaking body. "Josie, you're angry at your dad, and I'm angry at mine." I felt her relax into my arms and her arms fell comfortably around my middle. "You would extremely upset if we did that, especially with me, and next month is 'Let's not get mad at Adam Banks month' and I think we should get a head start."
She let out a breath that I was sure was supposed to be like a laugh. She rested her head on my shoulder, her tears soaking into my white shirt. "Adam, I'm gone on Friday, and I've heard that you're out of the dorms on the same day. What if this is our last chance?"
I squeezed her again. "We just started yesterday, so it won't be. It can't be." I smiled and rested my chin on her head. "I don't care if I have to wait until we're eighteen and we're both seniors." I took a breath and kissed her hair. "I'll wait if you wait."
"But I don't want to wait if you're here now." She sniffed softly and broke free of my grasp. She chuckled a little despite her tears. "When I met you, I thought that love was a lie, Adam."
I blinked at her as she walked over to my bed and sat down, smoothing the skirt she wore. "What?"
She chuckled again. "I thought that love was like a teenager's version of Santa." She explained half laughing through her silent tears that rolled down her velvet cheeks. "It was there to keep us buying magazines and watching stupid movies with hip pop songs, only to explain away why our love Santa keeps getting stuck in the chimney." She looked up at me through glassy eyes. "And then, there you were."
I frowned as I sat down beside her.
"You were right there, constantly telling me the complete opposite. Like that one last kid in grade five who still believes that Santa comes down his chimney on Christmas Eve and the reindeer are on his roof. You were right there telling me that love really exists." She continued closing her eyes.
I wrapped an arm around her quickly. "It does Josie. It does exist."
She sniffed quietly. "Maybe it only exists for some people."
"Maybe." I started, pulling her in towards me, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly. "But I think that we are part of that lucky group that it does exist for."
She looked up at me, her eyes questioning. "How can you be so sure?"
"I'm not. I just have faith in you." I said kissing her lips quickly.
She frowned either unsure or unsatisfied with my answer. "Why?"
I smiled. "Because I'm in love with you, and if you ask me why, you are going to be stuck here for over an hour because I will list all the reasons why I do."
She hesitantly nodded. "Ok.
I frowned as I realized that she wasn't supposed to be here at all. "Josie, does you father know your at Eden Hall?"
Her eyes met mine and were quickly cast to the floor. "No not exactly."
I cocked an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
She swallowed. "It means he thinks I'm in my room studying for my exam on Monday."
I groaned. "So how did you get out?"
"Quite simple really." She grinned, looking completely proud of her accomplishment. "Well, there is a little jump onto the roof of our separate garage from my room. Then you walk around the roof until you find the lattice and you climb down it like a ladder." She smiled widely. "It's actually like an escapee's dream."
I shook my head. "Your father is going to kill you."
"So what! I get to spend the night with you."
My eyes widened. "Me?"
She nodded. "Of course. Well, it wasn't the exact way I planned it, but it'll be great!"
"And how long until he finds you and figures out you came here to see me? He'll have me thrown into a cop car!"
She smirked and kissed me quickly. "Actually he would have you beaten and dragged first."
I rolled my eyes. "How reassuring!" I shook my head. "We need to get you home, because if either of our fathers find out I'm going to get my ass kicked."
She looked completely stunned. "But it wasn't your fault. I ran off! I want to be with you." Her eyes widened and her fingers grazed the cut on my cheek. "Did my. . ."
I shook my head. "No, it wasn't your father.
"Was it your . . .?"
I got up brushing her hands off me. "Don't." I said harshly to her.
She immediately got up and turned me around. "Adam, if this is going to work, you are going to have to talk to me." She said her arms wrapping around my waist, barely grazing my ribcage making me wince. She blinked nervously reaching out to grab my shirt.
"Josie; stop it!" I ordered her brushing her hands away forcefully.
Her eyes narrowed, completely determined. "I will once you show me what's under your shirt."
I shook my head. "No."
"Take off your shirt and show me, or I will rip that shirt, and you will have one less polo." She countered crossing her arms stubbornly. "And you know I will."
I looked down at my shirt and sighed, grabbing the hem and pulling it up, over my head. Josie immediately moved up to me and took the shirt from hands and tossed it on the ground inspecting the bruise that had formed from earlier today.
She looked up at me rather terrified. "Ok, sit. I'll get some ice."
I shook my head. "I'm fine."
"Really, because it looks like someone hit you with a wooden switch." She said pulling me to my bed and forcing me to a least sit.
"No one hit me with a switch." I said smirking.
She blinked. "Well that definitely wasn't a hand." She frowned as she realized I was smirking at it. "Stop smiling it isn't funny Adam."
I shrugged at let her outline the bruise with her fingers, my muscles tensing when she hit a tender spot. "Well, Ow! It's not like Ow! You to do this. Ow!! Ok stop; that really hurts."
"Well I'm sorry if I want to make sure that someone I love is ok." She shot back at me, not even stopping when she said that she loved me.
I smiled down at her, while she concentrated on tending the bruise.
"Does anything else hurt?" She asked quietly. I have a feeling she's the type of girlfriend who will make sure I'm fine after every game. I'm not quite sure if that's a good or bad thing.
I shrugged. "My wrist a little, but it's an old injury that flares up every once in a while." I said looking at my right wrist. "I'm fine. You need to stop worrying about me."
She rolled her eyes and knelt down in front of me to inspect my wrist, rubbing her thumb across my palm and down to my pulse point, being ever so gentle.
I looked over at my clock and realized it was 7:30. "I'll go get Portman. We'll drive you home, so your dad doesn't suspect anything."
"Can't I stay with you?" She asked. "I've never slept at my new house here and it's kind of creepy." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Please?"
"What about your father calling the police and having me beaten and dragged and thrown into the bad of a cop car?" I asked getting up and grabbing her hands and pulling her off the floor with a swift movement. "You don't want to see me during visiting hours do you?"
She smiled. "And orange is so not your color." She laughed. "I think it's more like green, maroon and white."
I nodded, too cute. "Ok, so I think we should get you home then."
The smile she wore dropped off her face. "Adam!" She whined grabbing onto my hand and pulling me toward the little window instead of the door. "How about I call him tomorrow morning and tell him that I took the bus here to study for my exam on Monday? I could say I took the earliest bus I could so I could get a full day of studying in." She batted her eyelashes at me innocently. "He would never know that the earliest bus I took was at 6:50 the night before."
I groaned. "He'll kill you if he finds out you were with me."
"No he wouldn't." She shook her head and pulled my hand so I was sitting on the bed, along with her.
"No he'll kill me then."
She rested her head on my shoulder. "I'll protect you, my hockey-playing, polo-wearing, Cake-eater."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You've been hanging around the Ducks too much."
She quickly kissed my cheek and got up to rummage through my clothes for something to sleep in. "I know, but they love me." She said looking over her shoulder and winking. "Except maybe your roommate. I think he's scared of me. And the cowboy; I think he's a little sensitive about me tying his lasso in knots on the second day I was here. And Connie and Julie. I keep forgetting to tell them I'm sorry about yelling at them."
I frowned. "You yelled at them?"
"Yup." She replied nonchalantly, pulling out a 'Team USA' shirt that was about two sizes too big for me. "It was after you got the shit kicked out of you by Will."
"Thanks for the reminder."
"He called me." She said looking through another drawer and pulling out a pair of track pants.
"Will?"
She looked over at me. "Uh huh. My dad went ballistic when he got me home and immediately called Will's parents."
I frowned. "Why?"
"His mother is a child psychologist. She's been saying I've been 'acting out' my anger towards Peter's death for the last nine months. I think she's trying to convince my dad I belong on some sort of drug. Probably an anti- depressant."
I blinked completely amazed. "Yeah. But what does that have to do with Will?"
She shrugged and tossed her coat at me. "Don't look!" She replied undoing the belt to her kilt.
I rolled my eyes and shielded them. "You were like ten seconds away from having sex with me and now you're being shy?"
I heard her scoff. "Well I'm sorry but that ship as sailed, Banks."
I sighed and looked at my cream colored walls. "So what does that have anything to do with Will? That was all about his mom."
For a second she was silent and I heard a little noise signaling that she had taken off her skirt. I took a breath. Ship sailed Banks . . . stop thinking about that.
"Oh. Well, my father gave me the phone and told me it was you. But obviously it wasn't. Anyways, Will asked me out."
My jaw dropped. "He what!"
"Actually he ordered me out." Josie explained a little bit more loosely. "He has the idea that I'm his girlfriend and have been for the last like two months, which would be a really crappy relationship because I've kissed you more times in our relationship that has been like a day maybe, than I have him, in his imaginary relationship."
"You kissed him!"
She sighed and sat beside me, completely clad in Team USA clothing. "No I didn't! He kissed me, and it was totally disguising. He like completely freaked out because of me saying that I was naming the 'baby' after you and he tried to 'claim' me."
I blinked completely amazed. "You didn't say that he kissed you!"
"Unimportant." I said brushing it off.
"Unimportant? Unimportant!" I yelped grabbing both of her hands. "He kissed my girlfriend; that IS important!"
"To be fair we weren't even really in a relationship at the time." She quickly pointed out.
I finally realized something. "Oh my God! I kissed you that same day, not and hour after he kissed you. You kissed two guys in one day, within the same hour!"
She face softened and she immediately retracted from me. "You make it sound like I meant to because in fact two guys kissed me in the same hour, because if I don't remember correctly, I told you to stop, and I definitely told him to stop."
"Yeah, but you said it jokingly." I replied back to her, popping out of my 'let's go kill Will for kissing 'my' girl' moment.
She immediately frowned. "Why would I joke about that?"
"I don't know, maybe because you have mastered the skill of playing hard to get?" I shot back at her.
"Well if I have, what the hell am I doing here for?" I said raising her voice and getting off of my bed.
I blinked nervously. "Ok, let's calm down." I said gently sitting her back down with little protest. "I wasn't joking about next month being 'let's not yell at Adam Banks month'."
She scoffed. "Actually I believe it was 'let's not get mad at Adam Banks month'. So I can yell at you all I want."
"It's both."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can we drop it? I just want to hang with you."
"Yeah of course." I smiled back at her. "Aw. . . shit. I promised I would study History with Luis with his new girlfriend."
"Your mean me?" She asked winking.
"I thought we agreed we would drop it."
"Dropping now."
I nodded and smiled. "You know that exchange student from Austria."
"Australia stupid; and her name is Tara, get it right." Josie said grabbing her jean jacket from my bedpost. "She lucky you know."
"Why?"
"Luis is a really good kisser. I think it has something to do with being Latin."
My eyes widened. "Hey!"
"And those eyes of his. . ."
"Now you're just teasing me." I scoffed rolling my eyes.
She grabbed my hand as we walked out of my dorm. "Don't worry Adam, he's too pretty."
I laughed. "Pretty? If he's pretty, what am I?"
She kissed my cheek and rested her head on my shoulder. "Preppy chic."
"Evil."
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A/N: I don't have much to say about this chapter, so I'm just going to do shout outs ok?
OreoLine00- Jesse will be coming to you, however without Guy, because he was promised and sent to someone else (Beaner). If you want to fight for him, go ahead! Jesse, will be coming on Friday, because he wants to spend the rest of the week here, so you'll have him by Saturday ok? Jesse: "Florida! I've never been to Florida! *happily sits beside author* "So when do I go?" *author rolls eyes* Ok anyways, I'm glad you liked last chapter, one of my serious ones!
Beaner- My better hope I forget about the 'your Adam' thing. . . wait. . . what were we talking about? *smiles* Adam: *runs up and squeezes author* "Aw. . . Katie and her short term memory; can I have desert now?" *author frowns* Go ask my mom. . . *shakes head* Where does he get these things? I'm glad you got that! He didn't even want to! Yay! That came across right! I also read that many teens that commit suicide, right before they die, want to live, which is scary if you think about it! Now, I have to read Abused, just so I can compare and contrast! Ok, hope you enjoyed this chapter. *hands keyboard over to ever shrinking group of Jesse, Fulton and Adam* Jesse: "Hey hey! We wanted to see the All Star game but Katie's brother *eyes him angrily* Some hockey fan he is. . . I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna. . ." *Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: *sighs* "Kate's brother decided to have a Die Hard marathon DURING the game. Good movies though. We didn't get to see the game. Adam was crying. *snickers*" Adam's jaw drops. Adam: "I did NOT cry! I was upset because I didn't get to see the game." Fulton: "You looked like a girl." Adam: "I did not! I have very boyish features." Jesse: *looks up from cursing obscure mutterings about author's older sibling* "Only a girl would say that." Adam: "Katie, can you bring home another character. Preferably one who likes me and won't call me a girl." Jesse: "Cake-eater." *author sighs and nods* Hmm. . . What characters haven't I given away. Well I gave away Portman, Mendoza, Conaway, Germaine. . . and that's it. And I have Banks, Hall and Reed. So I'm missing, Goldberg, Averman, Wu *GASPS!* Kenny!!! I'm bringing home Kenny! *dances excitedly getting worried looks from Fulton, Jesse and Adam* Jesse: "Ok, no more sugar for Kate." Oh don't worry about the alliance between Fulton and Adam. I ordered Fulton to sit on him, mainly because Adam was like ready to self destruct and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted his last moments under Fulton's ass. Adam: "You're heavy." Fulton: *glares angrily* "Better to crush you with Preppy" Adam: *makes worried face* "Guy. . . help. . ." *author takes back keyboard* Anywho. I haven't been posting as often. It's a new semester so I've been BOMBARDED with homework. Not to mention Jesse snuck into my science class and FOUND the wooden molecule balls and reenacted the scene back in D1. *Jesse smiles guiltily* I JUST finished my Food and Nutrition project like an hour ago so. . . my priorities are a little funky right now. . .No worries I'll be back to normal in like a week or so. Lots of love Katie, Adam, Fulton and Jesse (for now)
Anna- LOL! My very own PREVIEW a-la Bold and the Beautiful? Ok, I'm not a soap opera fan but I'm SO flattered! Did you like this chapter? Did it live up to your preview? I hope so! Thanks! You made me really want to write this chapter!
Queen of Cake-eaters- Ok, that was unusual, FF.net did have a MAJOR blip didn't it? That was so weird! You loved it? Thankies! You're too sweet! I have a book too! It's just filled with doodles and scenes for next chapters. That and science notes. LOL! Yeah Adam does need to open up, but you know, it'll happen soon, just keep reading! Ok, do you remember in like Chapter 37 where Charlie called Adam on his bullshit when he lied to the Coach about Adam's dad? THAT'S where I'm getting tension from. I was just trying to stress the fact that Charlie didn't like the fact that Adam was covering up for his father. Do you understand at all or was that completely random? I was balanced last chapter? Whoa! That's cool! *stands and takes a bow* Thankies so much! You like me you really really like me! * smiles* I was trying to weave a little humor in there but not so much that it was taking away from the seriousness. I'm glad you caught that! I posted I posted! I promised I will be back to regular posting once I'm used to my new semester! I'm still getting used to it! Thanks so much for your TWO reviews!
Tara- *author sends you a virtual over the sea huggle* Don't cry! *author sends Dean and Luis big hugs* You guys kick ass! We miss you ok? Anyways on with my shout out before I want to steal Dean and Luis away from you. I'm so glad that you liked that chapter because it was HARD to write, next to like the second one because I had to pull Josie out of Mary-Sue territory, which by the way, is so not fun! Guys, good job on not fighting! Luis, I hope you enjoyed my little reference to you, and Tara I hope you like the reference I made to you too. Dean, I would make a reference to you, but your kind of a secondary character so. . . your like in every other chapter so. . . I don't have to. *smiles* You are fun to write! *Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: Hey guys! Jesse is chasing Adam through the snow. The funny part is, is that I locked them both out and they don't have coats." *smiles evilly* *author's jaw drops* Fulton! Fulton: *rolls eyes* "Yes?" You locked them out? Fulton: "Yes. I'll let them in if you say aboot then do that 'I am Canadian' beer commercial." Fulton! Fulton: "Yes?" I don't KNOW the 'I am Canadian' beer commercial by heat! Fulton: "Oh. . ." *author kisses his cheek making him smile and run to the back door* Boys, easy to handle. Dean don't worry about *cough* aboot *cough* the boots. Just give him the five bucks. Ok Love from everyone in Canada!
OK that's it! Is there any Duck that you want to see in my author's notes? Just wondering, because I'm usually bored and I have nothing else to do at 11:15 at night! *smiles* I better go and think about my next chapter. Later all from Snowy Canada!
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