"Adam! Adam Wake up! NOW!!!"
I groaned as I looked up at Josie who was leaning over me wearing my clothes looking completely awake at. . . I looked over at the clock quickly. 5:30am!!! Oh God no, don't tell me she's a morning person.
"Morning sleepy-head." She said lying back down and resting her head on my chest.
"It's 5:30 on a Sunday. What the hell are you doing up?" I groaned patting her head and closing my eyes.
She moved her head a little and squeezed me around my middle. "Two things, you kicked me, and it is a very special occasion."
I opened my eyes and rubbed them with the back of my hand. "And that would be?"
"Every other time I've slept in the same bed, or area or whatever, what happened?"
I blinked tiredly. "We . . . had pancakes? I don't know. It's too early. Did I mention it is 5:30 . . . in the morning?"
She hit my stomach lightly. "No you idiot. We never got to wake up naturally, together."
"Actually I didn't get to wake up naturally, you jumped on me." I said smiling at her, waking up a little.
"I did not jump, I surprised you."
I scoffed. "I woke up and you were basically straddling me."
She rolled off the bed and began to move around the room erratically. "You wish Cake-eater."
"That is not fair; you know all of my nicknames and use them against me." I replied leaning up onto my elbows and watched her find her small bag and pulled a pair of jeans and a white polo. I shook my head at her. "You get to wear a polo and you call me preppy."
She scoffed. "Yeah, but you wear them by choice, I wear them out of necessity. Would you rather me walk around in just a bra?" She stopped and narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't answer that."
"I would."
We both jumped and looked over at Averman's bed. Oops. Forgot he shared this room with me. "Sorry Averman."
He shrugged. He looked completely different without his glasses. "It's ok. If she seriously is going to be walking around in just a bra, I totally want to be up for that."
Josie threw one of my sneakers at him.
"Averman I would be careful." I laughed at him as he rubbed his nose. "She has very good aim."
He grabbed his glasses off his nightstand and shoved them on his face. "Obviously. Actually I'm getting out of here. I have a study date with my girlfriend."
"Do you mean your imaginary one that no one has met?" I asked smirking as Averman picked up the sneaker that was thrown at him and threw it at me.
"You met her. I shoved you behind the door as when you were lying about not being here." He shot back.
I smiled. "You said that was Goldberg."
He grabbed a T-shirt off the floor and rummaged around in a drawer for a flannel shirt. "Sure now you believe me."
Josie rolled her eyes and walked into the washroom muttering something that sounded like "Boys. . ."
Averman frowned as he stood up from looking under his bed and straightened his glasses. "Have you seen my. . ."
"Bedpost." I replied quickly pointing at the red chucks that were tied together and dangling about a foot off the ground. Averman could be such a scatterbrain.
He grabbed them and collapsed onto his bed making the springs squeak as he shoved one of the shoes onto his foot. "So what are you and Josie planning to do?"
I shrugged. "Studying and then probably going to the game."
He scoffed. "So that's what you're calling it now."
"That's what I'm calling what now?" I asked skeptically eying him as he tightened his shoelaces.
"Oh nothing."
I blinked. "Are you talking about . . . sex?"
Averman rolled his eyes. "No, I'm talking about planning out your future together and picking out names for your future children. . ." He replied bringing his hands to his face and fluttering his eyes "Of course I'm talking about that!"
I shook my head. "Well we're not!"
He nodded. "Uh-huh. And I can kick Portman and Fulton's asses within five seconds, with my hands tied behind my back."
"Really I didn't know you could do that." I said in all seriousness.
Averman shrugged. "Whatever Banksie. I'm just saying that I don't want to walk in on you two so we need to figure out a knock system or a sock on the doorknob or something."
I groaned. "Averman, I do not want to talk about this."
"You don't want to talk about what?" Josie asked walking out of our washroom and tossing the clothes she borrowed into the basket in my closet.
"My wrist-shot. I don't want to talk about when I can help him with it because it hurts right now." I said eying Averman who immediately nodded.
Josie frowned and walked over to me cradling my right wrist in her hands. "It still hurts? Maybe we should swing by the nurse before we go to the library."
I shook my head. "It's just stiff. If it still hurts by lunch we will, I promise." I smiled giving Averman a cold hard stare.
Josie nodded quickly. "Ok. Well I'm going to call my dad on my cell and tell him where I sort of am." She said grabbing her phone off my nightstand and kissing me quickly on the lips. "You should take something, like Advil for your wrist." She said getting up and walking towards the door. "Have fun on your date Les." She waved and unlocked the door and closed it quickly behind her.
"Now do you believe me?" I asked after a few seconds.
Averman shrugged. "Not sure. Like why would both of your parents believe that you two are, if you aren't?"
I scoffed and got off my bed and padded over to my closet to grab a white collared shirt and a pair of khakis. "Josie and I have a few things in common." I started pulling on my shirt and beginning to do up the buttons. "One of those things being the fact both of our families are completely crazy and possibly being the only normal person in the family next to the dog."
Averman frowned. "You have a dog?"
"No. But that's beside the point. The point is our families are nuttier than a can of cashews."
"Oh." Averman said frowning. "Well why didn't you just say that?"
I scoffed as I pulled on my pants over my boxers. "You're hanging around Dwayne too much."
"Shut up." He said throwing a puck at me as I walked into the washroom. "You look like a prep!"
"You've been telling me that since pee-wees. You need new material." I laughed as I smeared toothpaste across the bristles of my toothbrush.
"So what, are you just going to keep you and Josie a secret until senior year and then elope or are we planning on announcing it to the parentals anytime soon?" Averman called back.
I smirked. "Aww. . . come on Averman." I said after spitting out the foamy mess out into the sink. "I know you can do better than that!"
He leaned on the doorframe and rolled his eyes. "I was being serious."
"Whoa. . . Lester Averman, serious once in his lifetime, call the newspapers. Actually I could get Josie to go get her roommate. She's just dying for a story on the Ducks."
"Banksie . . ."
"Oo . . . and now the scary face; come on Barney the big purple dinosaur scares me more than you do." I laughed tossing my toothbrush into a cup and grabbing my comb.
"Banks! Shut it." He yelped. "The team is worried about you."
I scoffed. "Oh please. Why would they be worried about me?"
Averman sighed. "Because it looks like you're five seconds away from popping 'the question' to her. Do you really think that you're going to marry this girl? Come on, who marries they're high school girlfriend?"
"Averman, this is not the time. I'm happy for once, so can we leave it?" I replied shooting a look at him. "Just because you don't like Josie doesn't mean you can bash the relationship I have with her."
"This has nothing to do with me not liking Josie, Adam!" He exploded at me. "This is about you basing your entire happiness on whether or not you have a girl and after seeing what happened with the pills yesterday I don't think it's a good idea to when your so . . . unstable."
"Unstable? Unstable! I'm not unstable! I'm fine! I have Josie, my life is fine. So what, Josie makes me feel good! So what if my dad is pressuring me more than you will ever have to face. So what about those stupid pills! It was a one time thing. It's not going to happen again." I burst at him, panting.
He blinked completely calm. "If you're so fine, why are you yelling?"
I straightened my posture and stared him in the eyes. "Because I have the right to when my roommate who doesn't understand the first thing about me is telling me to break up with my girlfriend who I just started 'officially' going out with yesterday; that's why I'm yelling."
"I'm not telling you to break up with her." He said shaking his head. "I'm telling you, you should ease up because it looks like you're in a tailspin heading towards Earth."
"I am not out of control. I'm in complete control of my life at the moment." I said crossing my arms stubbornly.
Averman nodded. "If your in complete control, answer me this, why in the last month have you, fainted on the ice, traveled across state lines, almost stopped eating completely, picked a fight with Fulton and Charlie, had your ass whooped by some random guy and the relationship with your father which has been pretty bad in the past, gone from bad to worse?"
I took a breath. "Half of those things weren't my fault and fainting on the ice was an accident and you know it."
"Excuses, how reassuring." Averman sighed completely exasperated. "It would have been a whole lot more believable if you just denied it."
"Averman, I'm not in the mood and Josie is waiting for me so if you would excuse me . . ."
He stepped in front of me. "Josie can wait. You and I have to talk."
"Talk then."
"Promise me you won't spend every waking moment today with her. He said taking a quick breath.
I groaned. "Averman . . . I understand; you don't like her."
"I didn't say that I didn't like her. I bet she's a nice girl once you get to know her and she isn't threatening your life." He said taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes n frustration. "It's just that you're kind of obsessive Adam."
"Obsessive, you're kidding me right?"
"You labeled our drawers. You practice without the team at least three times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays right after school." He stopped realizing I was rolling my eyes. "Fine you want proof." He said walking over to my closet and opening it all the way. "You color coordinated your shirts! And then you put the colors into alphabetical order! Hell, even the hangers match the color of your shirts!" He yelped running his hand along my blue shirts that were quickly followed by cream ones that were before the green ones.
I dug my toe into the carpet. "I like my shirts neat so I can match. . ."
"Match!" He pulled up his pant legs showing one grey sock and one blue. "You are a teenager; you can match the rest of your life! Your obsessive Banks; admit it because the next thing you know you'll be obsessing over Josie and you'll freak out when something doesn't go your way."
I looked down at my socked feet; a pair of matching white socks greeted my eyes. "There is nothing wrong with me. I'm organized. Kenny is organized and you don't pick on him for it!"
Averman sighed realizing he wasn't getting through to me. "Kenny is on the sane side of organized."
"So you think I'm insane!" I yelped at him. "You think I'm insane for practicing without the Ducks and color coding my closet!" I shook my head. "I could say the same thing about you! You're insane because you basically have a collection of dust bunnies under your bed!"
His face went into shock. "Hey! Leave those bunnies alone! I'm planning on selling them after they break the world record . . ."
I shook my head. "Exactly. You are so messy that it's crazy."
"This is my intervention for you! If you want to make your own for me, go ahead, but this is not the time to be accusing the intervener of mental instability." Averman said crossing his arms.
I rolled my eyes. "Ok, whatever. Can we get this over with?"
He frowned completely unsatisfied. "Fine. Just promise me you won't spend all your time with her. And time in the washroom does not count."
I sighed completely defeated. "Does time during the game count?"
He looked at me skeptically. "Will she be there?"
I nodded. "Yeah; in the stands."
"No." He said sternly. "You could have conversations with your eyes."
"Conversations with my eyes. Ok, Averman, I think you should hop to the bus back to reality." I scoffed, trying to push past him however he stood his ground firmly in front of my way.
He looked completely disappointed. "Stop talking down to me Banks; I'm not stupid and I'm not crazy. I thought you were my friend. I guess not, I guess you're still a Hawk or a Warrior."
I closed my eyes trying to cleanse myself of the look he gave me of complete disgust. "I'm sorry Averman. I'm just a little touchy on the subject of Josie because it seems like everyone is trying to pull us apart." I said opening my eyes and focusing on the floor. "Because first it was her, then her dad, then it was this Will guy, then it was my father and Orion just hops on the bandwagon. And now there you are, warning me about Josie on how she'll break my heart and I'll turn into a blubbering twitching shadow of myself." I locked eyes with him. "I am not weak. I'm stronger than you probably think I am, and even if she does hurt me, which I highly doubt;" I shrugged and smirked, "my life will be better because she was in it for just that short amount of time." I nodded quickly. "The biggest mistake in life is to constantly fear you will make one; and this is one risk I'm willing to take." I said brushing past him quickly.
Averman stepped out of the room right behind me. "But what about the promise!"
I turned and began walking backwards so I could talk to him. "I'll call her a cab after the game!"
Averman rolled his eyes and stepped back into the room.
I smiled and I turned around and headed toward the stairs. "This day, is gunna rock." I murmured looking at my watch and frowning. Only 5: 45am. "When it begins. . ."
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A/N: Hey you guys! Sorry about last chapter and the lack of author's note! I was kind of tired and kind of not in the mood to be thinking up crazy/wacky things to say, seeing my father turned off the internet, like today. Yup, I probably finished this about five hours before I could even post it OR check my mail for new reviews! Yes, I was like -------- close to crying. *Adam runs up and squeezes author* Adam: "Oh!! Don't cry! I bet the readers out there *points at computer screen* will love this chapter full of *GASPS* serious Averman? *narrows eyes at author* What did you do to my roommate!" *Averman runs up behind Adam and narrows eyes at author as well* Averman: "Yeah! What did you do to me?" *Adam spins around and his jaw drops* Adam: "You said Kenny is coming!" *Author frowns* He was supposed to. . . Fulton: *from upstairs* "Katie!!! Averman brought a talking, shaking suitcase and it's threatening me. . ." Averman! Banks sent you two coach tickets from San Francisco! What happened? Averman: *smiles* "Well you see, I had this moment of clarity; why have two coach tickets when you can have one first-class ticket and fit two midgets into a large rolling suitcase?" Adam: "Two midgets?" Averman: "Yeah." *author ponders* Hmm . . . two midgets. . . Well one is Kenny because I invited him down, even though he is NOT a midget! The other one is. . . Averman who did you bring? Averman: *smiles* "Peter Mark." *author's jaw drops and squeals, running up the stairs to help Fulton free the two 'midgets'* *Adam takes over the keyboard*Adam: "She better have squealed like that when I mailed her and told her I was going to visit."
Tara- She did! The question is did you EXPECT it? Because if you have; I've lost my touch. *weeps* Adam: "Guys!!! She's crying again!" *Fulton trudges down the stairs carrying the bag full of Ken and Peter* Fulton: "Again? Is it the fact that the zipper is stuck? *yanks on the zipper of the suitcase getting groans in return* Because your going to have to deal if it is." *Adam shakes head* Adam: "Afraid she lost her touch." Fulton: "Girls. . . I don't think I'll EVER understand them. I mean Connie with her 'moments', Josie with her rage blackouts. . ." *author looks up* That's from the OC! Fulton: *turns crimson* "Is not!" Is so!! You are an OC watcher!! *giggles* Aw!! Fulton you make me happy! Fulton: "Aw . . . shit. . ." Anyways! No trouble with the parentals yet . . . just Averman. *blinks* Fulton, where is Averman? Fulton: "Averman who?" Fulton Reed! Where did you do to Averman! Fulton: *bites lip* "What would you do if, I tied him to the roof of your brother's car and your brother is driving to work right now?" *author's jaw drops* My brother's job is 40 minutes away!!! Fulton! Fulton: "Just kidding. I made him into a snowman in the front yard. No harm, no foul." Adam: *laughs* "Where my hockey stick! I'm going to go taunt him!" Adam!! Where are you going! Don't you dare . . . *Adam runs upstairs ignoring the author's comments* Oh well. . . I'm glad you liked my references. I think I'll make a few more every so often. AWW!! Dean-y!!! I'm considering a new twist in the story, I'm just not sure whether or not to have you involve because I'm. . . I'm giving away my story so I'm going to stop now . . . *sends everyone in Australia virtual huggles! Happy Valentines Day!! Love Katie! The rest of the Ducks here would say Hi but they are either taunting Averman with hockey sticks while he's in a snowman or stuck in a suitcase.
Beaner- Actually I think I read Abused. I was reading it and was like hm . . . . this sound familiar and then halfway through the second chapter was like SOMEONE RIPPED HER OFF!! And then by the end was like Oh, I've read this before stupid and stopped. I remember that I liked it. I remember having to stop every so often because I was freaking out during the fight scenes or flashbacks, but I'm like that. I was reading this story about a girl who was a cutter in a magazine and I almost fainted. It was so vivid and I have like a crazy imagination and I was picturing it in my mind and it was just sick. *shivers* Yeah no All-Star Game. Adam didn't cry, but he did pout a little, and then settled in for the Die Hard marathon. We watched 1 during the game then on Thursday we watched 2 and then probably Sunday we'll watch 3. *my brother's friend was giving me horse bites on my legs. They hurt like hell, but Fulton protected me! I finished the project! Go me! So no more projects, just French homework. I'm not sure if I'll be coming back to ff.net in September because I just requested my courses and realized I'm going to have some crazy semesters. Like University Math and English and Chemistry AND Physics! I'm not sure what I was thinking. Yeah the guys are either stuck in a suitcase, *looks over at shaking rolling bag* or taunting Averman with hockey sticks while he's stuck in a snowman. SO Happy Valentines Day from me!
Rachel- I have other adoring fans? Wait. . . I have fans? Since when! Why wasn't I informed of this?? LOL I love your sayings!! They make me giddy and want to write! I would have put you on the top of that needing Adam list; however, you aren't a character or a Duck for that matter. I think they had a nice night, and an ok morning; however Adam had a few more problems than her. She just sort of waltzed out of his dorm completely oblivious. Did you like my tension this chapter?? I'm a HUGE HUGE HUGE fan of tension. Normally I can't stand fluffy stories. They bug me. The point of a story is to have a conflict and that conflict grows and eventually hits a climax, where it soon falls and calms down, and then if you want to it can start all over again. Sorry it's a been a while since I've updated! Happy Valentine's Day!
OreoLine00- I sent Jesse just in time for Valentine's Day! Now I expect to hear from him in your reviews ;). Sorry no Guy, he was sent to Beaner, and no Charlie because I sent him to Shelbers as a Birthday present and Dwayne is in Texas roping cattle and will be visiting me soon because I'm planning on having him in my story more, and I need some MAJOR help with his dialogue. LOL I knew some people would be surprised with the way that Josie reacted! You made my day! Responsible Adam does exist! He's outside torturing Averman who has been built into a snowman! Uh. . . that isn't a really good example is it? I remember that shirt. I think the worst shirt was honestly the orange one he wore when Bombay confronted him about his wrist. That one was bordering on salmon pink. But that's just my opinion. I hope you got Jesse in time! Happy Valentine's Day!!
Shelbers- Hey you two! I hope you're enjoying Valentine's Day together!! I sent him to Alberta? Awesome! Yay! Another Canadian! I'm not sure if it's one of the best, but I think it's the one that I've ever been so dedicated to! I love it! But I think it's because you reviewers are so friendly and are willing to let stray Ducks into your homes! LOL You liked the French Charlie. I'm thinking about adding more of that in because I have to learn some freaky sayings in my French class. Thanks for the review and Happy Valentine's Day! I expect to hear from Charlie in your next review ;)!!
Erica- *Gasps excitedly!* You found him! Awww!!! Good Job!! Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked my last 3 chapters!! I hope this chapter lived up to the rest! Happy Valentine's Day for both you and your hunny!
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I groaned as I looked up at Josie who was leaning over me wearing my clothes looking completely awake at. . . I looked over at the clock quickly. 5:30am!!! Oh God no, don't tell me she's a morning person.
"Morning sleepy-head." She said lying back down and resting her head on my chest.
"It's 5:30 on a Sunday. What the hell are you doing up?" I groaned patting her head and closing my eyes.
She moved her head a little and squeezed me around my middle. "Two things, you kicked me, and it is a very special occasion."
I opened my eyes and rubbed them with the back of my hand. "And that would be?"
"Every other time I've slept in the same bed, or area or whatever, what happened?"
I blinked tiredly. "We . . . had pancakes? I don't know. It's too early. Did I mention it is 5:30 . . . in the morning?"
She hit my stomach lightly. "No you idiot. We never got to wake up naturally, together."
"Actually I didn't get to wake up naturally, you jumped on me." I said smiling at her, waking up a little.
"I did not jump, I surprised you."
I scoffed. "I woke up and you were basically straddling me."
She rolled off the bed and began to move around the room erratically. "You wish Cake-eater."
"That is not fair; you know all of my nicknames and use them against me." I replied leaning up onto my elbows and watched her find her small bag and pulled a pair of jeans and a white polo. I shook my head at her. "You get to wear a polo and you call me preppy."
She scoffed. "Yeah, but you wear them by choice, I wear them out of necessity. Would you rather me walk around in just a bra?" She stopped and narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't answer that."
"I would."
We both jumped and looked over at Averman's bed. Oops. Forgot he shared this room with me. "Sorry Averman."
He shrugged. He looked completely different without his glasses. "It's ok. If she seriously is going to be walking around in just a bra, I totally want to be up for that."
Josie threw one of my sneakers at him.
"Averman I would be careful." I laughed at him as he rubbed his nose. "She has very good aim."
He grabbed his glasses off his nightstand and shoved them on his face. "Obviously. Actually I'm getting out of here. I have a study date with my girlfriend."
"Do you mean your imaginary one that no one has met?" I asked smirking as Averman picked up the sneaker that was thrown at him and threw it at me.
"You met her. I shoved you behind the door as when you were lying about not being here." He shot back.
I smiled. "You said that was Goldberg."
He grabbed a T-shirt off the floor and rummaged around in a drawer for a flannel shirt. "Sure now you believe me."
Josie rolled her eyes and walked into the washroom muttering something that sounded like "Boys. . ."
Averman frowned as he stood up from looking under his bed and straightened his glasses. "Have you seen my. . ."
"Bedpost." I replied quickly pointing at the red chucks that were tied together and dangling about a foot off the ground. Averman could be such a scatterbrain.
He grabbed them and collapsed onto his bed making the springs squeak as he shoved one of the shoes onto his foot. "So what are you and Josie planning to do?"
I shrugged. "Studying and then probably going to the game."
He scoffed. "So that's what you're calling it now."
"That's what I'm calling what now?" I asked skeptically eying him as he tightened his shoelaces.
"Oh nothing."
I blinked. "Are you talking about . . . sex?"
Averman rolled his eyes. "No, I'm talking about planning out your future together and picking out names for your future children. . ." He replied bringing his hands to his face and fluttering his eyes "Of course I'm talking about that!"
I shook my head. "Well we're not!"
He nodded. "Uh-huh. And I can kick Portman and Fulton's asses within five seconds, with my hands tied behind my back."
"Really I didn't know you could do that." I said in all seriousness.
Averman shrugged. "Whatever Banksie. I'm just saying that I don't want to walk in on you two so we need to figure out a knock system or a sock on the doorknob or something."
I groaned. "Averman, I do not want to talk about this."
"You don't want to talk about what?" Josie asked walking out of our washroom and tossing the clothes she borrowed into the basket in my closet.
"My wrist-shot. I don't want to talk about when I can help him with it because it hurts right now." I said eying Averman who immediately nodded.
Josie frowned and walked over to me cradling my right wrist in her hands. "It still hurts? Maybe we should swing by the nurse before we go to the library."
I shook my head. "It's just stiff. If it still hurts by lunch we will, I promise." I smiled giving Averman a cold hard stare.
Josie nodded quickly. "Ok. Well I'm going to call my dad on my cell and tell him where I sort of am." She said grabbing her phone off my nightstand and kissing me quickly on the lips. "You should take something, like Advil for your wrist." She said getting up and walking towards the door. "Have fun on your date Les." She waved and unlocked the door and closed it quickly behind her.
"Now do you believe me?" I asked after a few seconds.
Averman shrugged. "Not sure. Like why would both of your parents believe that you two are, if you aren't?"
I scoffed and got off my bed and padded over to my closet to grab a white collared shirt and a pair of khakis. "Josie and I have a few things in common." I started pulling on my shirt and beginning to do up the buttons. "One of those things being the fact both of our families are completely crazy and possibly being the only normal person in the family next to the dog."
Averman frowned. "You have a dog?"
"No. But that's beside the point. The point is our families are nuttier than a can of cashews."
"Oh." Averman said frowning. "Well why didn't you just say that?"
I scoffed as I pulled on my pants over my boxers. "You're hanging around Dwayne too much."
"Shut up." He said throwing a puck at me as I walked into the washroom. "You look like a prep!"
"You've been telling me that since pee-wees. You need new material." I laughed as I smeared toothpaste across the bristles of my toothbrush.
"So what, are you just going to keep you and Josie a secret until senior year and then elope or are we planning on announcing it to the parentals anytime soon?" Averman called back.
I smirked. "Aww. . . come on Averman." I said after spitting out the foamy mess out into the sink. "I know you can do better than that!"
He leaned on the doorframe and rolled his eyes. "I was being serious."
"Whoa. . . Lester Averman, serious once in his lifetime, call the newspapers. Actually I could get Josie to go get her roommate. She's just dying for a story on the Ducks."
"Banksie . . ."
"Oo . . . and now the scary face; come on Barney the big purple dinosaur scares me more than you do." I laughed tossing my toothbrush into a cup and grabbing my comb.
"Banks! Shut it." He yelped. "The team is worried about you."
I scoffed. "Oh please. Why would they be worried about me?"
Averman sighed. "Because it looks like you're five seconds away from popping 'the question' to her. Do you really think that you're going to marry this girl? Come on, who marries they're high school girlfriend?"
"Averman, this is not the time. I'm happy for once, so can we leave it?" I replied shooting a look at him. "Just because you don't like Josie doesn't mean you can bash the relationship I have with her."
"This has nothing to do with me not liking Josie, Adam!" He exploded at me. "This is about you basing your entire happiness on whether or not you have a girl and after seeing what happened with the pills yesterday I don't think it's a good idea to when your so . . . unstable."
"Unstable? Unstable! I'm not unstable! I'm fine! I have Josie, my life is fine. So what, Josie makes me feel good! So what if my dad is pressuring me more than you will ever have to face. So what about those stupid pills! It was a one time thing. It's not going to happen again." I burst at him, panting.
He blinked completely calm. "If you're so fine, why are you yelling?"
I straightened my posture and stared him in the eyes. "Because I have the right to when my roommate who doesn't understand the first thing about me is telling me to break up with my girlfriend who I just started 'officially' going out with yesterday; that's why I'm yelling."
"I'm not telling you to break up with her." He said shaking his head. "I'm telling you, you should ease up because it looks like you're in a tailspin heading towards Earth."
"I am not out of control. I'm in complete control of my life at the moment." I said crossing my arms stubbornly.
Averman nodded. "If your in complete control, answer me this, why in the last month have you, fainted on the ice, traveled across state lines, almost stopped eating completely, picked a fight with Fulton and Charlie, had your ass whooped by some random guy and the relationship with your father which has been pretty bad in the past, gone from bad to worse?"
I took a breath. "Half of those things weren't my fault and fainting on the ice was an accident and you know it."
"Excuses, how reassuring." Averman sighed completely exasperated. "It would have been a whole lot more believable if you just denied it."
"Averman, I'm not in the mood and Josie is waiting for me so if you would excuse me . . ."
He stepped in front of me. "Josie can wait. You and I have to talk."
"Talk then."
"Promise me you won't spend every waking moment today with her. He said taking a quick breath.
I groaned. "Averman . . . I understand; you don't like her."
"I didn't say that I didn't like her. I bet she's a nice girl once you get to know her and she isn't threatening your life." He said taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes n frustration. "It's just that you're kind of obsessive Adam."
"Obsessive, you're kidding me right?"
"You labeled our drawers. You practice without the team at least three times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays right after school." He stopped realizing I was rolling my eyes. "Fine you want proof." He said walking over to my closet and opening it all the way. "You color coordinated your shirts! And then you put the colors into alphabetical order! Hell, even the hangers match the color of your shirts!" He yelped running his hand along my blue shirts that were quickly followed by cream ones that were before the green ones.
I dug my toe into the carpet. "I like my shirts neat so I can match. . ."
"Match!" He pulled up his pant legs showing one grey sock and one blue. "You are a teenager; you can match the rest of your life! Your obsessive Banks; admit it because the next thing you know you'll be obsessing over Josie and you'll freak out when something doesn't go your way."
I looked down at my socked feet; a pair of matching white socks greeted my eyes. "There is nothing wrong with me. I'm organized. Kenny is organized and you don't pick on him for it!"
Averman sighed realizing he wasn't getting through to me. "Kenny is on the sane side of organized."
"So you think I'm insane!" I yelped at him. "You think I'm insane for practicing without the Ducks and color coding my closet!" I shook my head. "I could say the same thing about you! You're insane because you basically have a collection of dust bunnies under your bed!"
His face went into shock. "Hey! Leave those bunnies alone! I'm planning on selling them after they break the world record . . ."
I shook my head. "Exactly. You are so messy that it's crazy."
"This is my intervention for you! If you want to make your own for me, go ahead, but this is not the time to be accusing the intervener of mental instability." Averman said crossing his arms.
I rolled my eyes. "Ok, whatever. Can we get this over with?"
He frowned completely unsatisfied. "Fine. Just promise me you won't spend all your time with her. And time in the washroom does not count."
I sighed completely defeated. "Does time during the game count?"
He looked at me skeptically. "Will she be there?"
I nodded. "Yeah; in the stands."
"No." He said sternly. "You could have conversations with your eyes."
"Conversations with my eyes. Ok, Averman, I think you should hop to the bus back to reality." I scoffed, trying to push past him however he stood his ground firmly in front of my way.
He looked completely disappointed. "Stop talking down to me Banks; I'm not stupid and I'm not crazy. I thought you were my friend. I guess not, I guess you're still a Hawk or a Warrior."
I closed my eyes trying to cleanse myself of the look he gave me of complete disgust. "I'm sorry Averman. I'm just a little touchy on the subject of Josie because it seems like everyone is trying to pull us apart." I said opening my eyes and focusing on the floor. "Because first it was her, then her dad, then it was this Will guy, then it was my father and Orion just hops on the bandwagon. And now there you are, warning me about Josie on how she'll break my heart and I'll turn into a blubbering twitching shadow of myself." I locked eyes with him. "I am not weak. I'm stronger than you probably think I am, and even if she does hurt me, which I highly doubt;" I shrugged and smirked, "my life will be better because she was in it for just that short amount of time." I nodded quickly. "The biggest mistake in life is to constantly fear you will make one; and this is one risk I'm willing to take." I said brushing past him quickly.
Averman stepped out of the room right behind me. "But what about the promise!"
I turned and began walking backwards so I could talk to him. "I'll call her a cab after the game!"
Averman rolled his eyes and stepped back into the room.
I smiled and I turned around and headed toward the stairs. "This day, is gunna rock." I murmured looking at my watch and frowning. Only 5: 45am. "When it begins. . ."
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A/N: Hey you guys! Sorry about last chapter and the lack of author's note! I was kind of tired and kind of not in the mood to be thinking up crazy/wacky things to say, seeing my father turned off the internet, like today. Yup, I probably finished this about five hours before I could even post it OR check my mail for new reviews! Yes, I was like -------- close to crying. *Adam runs up and squeezes author* Adam: "Oh!! Don't cry! I bet the readers out there *points at computer screen* will love this chapter full of *GASPS* serious Averman? *narrows eyes at author* What did you do to my roommate!" *Averman runs up behind Adam and narrows eyes at author as well* Averman: "Yeah! What did you do to me?" *Adam spins around and his jaw drops* Adam: "You said Kenny is coming!" *Author frowns* He was supposed to. . . Fulton: *from upstairs* "Katie!!! Averman brought a talking, shaking suitcase and it's threatening me. . ." Averman! Banks sent you two coach tickets from San Francisco! What happened? Averman: *smiles* "Well you see, I had this moment of clarity; why have two coach tickets when you can have one first-class ticket and fit two midgets into a large rolling suitcase?" Adam: "Two midgets?" Averman: "Yeah." *author ponders* Hmm . . . two midgets. . . Well one is Kenny because I invited him down, even though he is NOT a midget! The other one is. . . Averman who did you bring? Averman: *smiles* "Peter Mark." *author's jaw drops and squeals, running up the stairs to help Fulton free the two 'midgets'* *Adam takes over the keyboard*Adam: "She better have squealed like that when I mailed her and told her I was going to visit."
Tara- She did! The question is did you EXPECT it? Because if you have; I've lost my touch. *weeps* Adam: "Guys!!! She's crying again!" *Fulton trudges down the stairs carrying the bag full of Ken and Peter* Fulton: "Again? Is it the fact that the zipper is stuck? *yanks on the zipper of the suitcase getting groans in return* Because your going to have to deal if it is." *Adam shakes head* Adam: "Afraid she lost her touch." Fulton: "Girls. . . I don't think I'll EVER understand them. I mean Connie with her 'moments', Josie with her rage blackouts. . ." *author looks up* That's from the OC! Fulton: *turns crimson* "Is not!" Is so!! You are an OC watcher!! *giggles* Aw!! Fulton you make me happy! Fulton: "Aw . . . shit. . ." Anyways! No trouble with the parentals yet . . . just Averman. *blinks* Fulton, where is Averman? Fulton: "Averman who?" Fulton Reed! Where did you do to Averman! Fulton: *bites lip* "What would you do if, I tied him to the roof of your brother's car and your brother is driving to work right now?" *author's jaw drops* My brother's job is 40 minutes away!!! Fulton! Fulton: "Just kidding. I made him into a snowman in the front yard. No harm, no foul." Adam: *laughs* "Where my hockey stick! I'm going to go taunt him!" Adam!! Where are you going! Don't you dare . . . *Adam runs upstairs ignoring the author's comments* Oh well. . . I'm glad you liked my references. I think I'll make a few more every so often. AWW!! Dean-y!!! I'm considering a new twist in the story, I'm just not sure whether or not to have you involve because I'm. . . I'm giving away my story so I'm going to stop now . . . *sends everyone in Australia virtual huggles! Happy Valentines Day!! Love Katie! The rest of the Ducks here would say Hi but they are either taunting Averman with hockey sticks while he's in a snowman or stuck in a suitcase.
Beaner- Actually I think I read Abused. I was reading it and was like hm . . . . this sound familiar and then halfway through the second chapter was like SOMEONE RIPPED HER OFF!! And then by the end was like Oh, I've read this before stupid and stopped. I remember that I liked it. I remember having to stop every so often because I was freaking out during the fight scenes or flashbacks, but I'm like that. I was reading this story about a girl who was a cutter in a magazine and I almost fainted. It was so vivid and I have like a crazy imagination and I was picturing it in my mind and it was just sick. *shivers* Yeah no All-Star Game. Adam didn't cry, but he did pout a little, and then settled in for the Die Hard marathon. We watched 1 during the game then on Thursday we watched 2 and then probably Sunday we'll watch 3. *my brother's friend was giving me horse bites on my legs. They hurt like hell, but Fulton protected me! I finished the project! Go me! So no more projects, just French homework. I'm not sure if I'll be coming back to ff.net in September because I just requested my courses and realized I'm going to have some crazy semesters. Like University Math and English and Chemistry AND Physics! I'm not sure what I was thinking. Yeah the guys are either stuck in a suitcase, *looks over at shaking rolling bag* or taunting Averman with hockey sticks while he's stuck in a snowman. SO Happy Valentines Day from me!
Rachel- I have other adoring fans? Wait. . . I have fans? Since when! Why wasn't I informed of this?? LOL I love your sayings!! They make me giddy and want to write! I would have put you on the top of that needing Adam list; however, you aren't a character or a Duck for that matter. I think they had a nice night, and an ok morning; however Adam had a few more problems than her. She just sort of waltzed out of his dorm completely oblivious. Did you like my tension this chapter?? I'm a HUGE HUGE HUGE fan of tension. Normally I can't stand fluffy stories. They bug me. The point of a story is to have a conflict and that conflict grows and eventually hits a climax, where it soon falls and calms down, and then if you want to it can start all over again. Sorry it's a been a while since I've updated! Happy Valentine's Day!
OreoLine00- I sent Jesse just in time for Valentine's Day! Now I expect to hear from him in your reviews ;). Sorry no Guy, he was sent to Beaner, and no Charlie because I sent him to Shelbers as a Birthday present and Dwayne is in Texas roping cattle and will be visiting me soon because I'm planning on having him in my story more, and I need some MAJOR help with his dialogue. LOL I knew some people would be surprised with the way that Josie reacted! You made my day! Responsible Adam does exist! He's outside torturing Averman who has been built into a snowman! Uh. . . that isn't a really good example is it? I remember that shirt. I think the worst shirt was honestly the orange one he wore when Bombay confronted him about his wrist. That one was bordering on salmon pink. But that's just my opinion. I hope you got Jesse in time! Happy Valentine's Day!!
Shelbers- Hey you two! I hope you're enjoying Valentine's Day together!! I sent him to Alberta? Awesome! Yay! Another Canadian! I'm not sure if it's one of the best, but I think it's the one that I've ever been so dedicated to! I love it! But I think it's because you reviewers are so friendly and are willing to let stray Ducks into your homes! LOL You liked the French Charlie. I'm thinking about adding more of that in because I have to learn some freaky sayings in my French class. Thanks for the review and Happy Valentine's Day! I expect to hear from Charlie in your next review ;)!!
Erica- *Gasps excitedly!* You found him! Awww!!! Good Job!! Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked my last 3 chapters!! I hope this chapter lived up to the rest! Happy Valentine's Day for both you and your hunny!
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