A/N: This chapter is totally dedicated to Tara!! I missed your reviews so
much!! I knew you were moving into college or whatever and I totally don't
hold that against you!! This one's for you despite the fact I'm not too
proud of this chapter. Welcome back!!
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Despite the fact that I'm completely in love with the girl; it strikes me as odd to think about her hilarious habit of sleep talking right in the middle of a hockey game, during a face-off no less. I blinked at Bourassa who was scowling, as always, and yet my mind seemed to wander off into space.
I try to focus on the game as the puck is dropped to the ice and I direct it over to Dwayne in an instant and dodging Bourassa's protected elbow; but I can't help but think about her conversations with herself. I have a feeling I know who she talks to too, not that it is any of my business. It's a person's private place, their dreams and I have no business poking around and figuring out whom she talks to, unless it's completely obvious . . . like Peter . . . for example.
I race towards the net and glace at Josie and immediately back in the game trying to clear myself of anyone, to be open and ready for anything that was shot my way.
Unfortunately my mind still is in the wandering mood. She says the weirdest things too when she's asleep. But then again, I only get to hear half of the conversation, which is partially muffled by pillows or blankets or limbs over her face. I heard her singing once. I can't place exactly where I heard the song before, but I remember it. It was in a movie. I remember Connie bawling as we walked out of the theatre, don't remember the movie.
"Go Russ!" I heard Connie yelp.
I jumped out of my daydream and looked over at Russ teeing up the puck close to the blue line. My eyes widened as I realized I was right in his path. Oh no. I was going to be knuckle-pucked! I jumped out of the way in the nick of time; the buzzer of the goal, and a whoosh of air ringing in my ears.
"Banks, Robertson, bench. Germaine, Portman change it!" Orion yelped.
I looked up at the clock realizing we only had a couple minutes left in the game. Oh, no. I was so going to be chewed out for spacing in the middle of a game while on the ice.
I sat down on the bench and lifted my visor so I could take a quick gulp of water. Coach slapped me on the back as I tossed the water bottle to my feet. "Good playing out there Banks."
I nodded silently and looked around me for a hint. I stare up at the scoreboard. 2-1 Ducks . . . ok so I didn't score . . . I look over at Fulton for even the littlest bit of a hint, but he is so focused on the game he doesn't even realize that Josie is trying to move him over so she can sit beside me and look at my wrist even though it doesn't hurt . . . much.
"Ful-ton" She sighs drawing out his name. "Fulton!" She tries again. He was either completely ignoring her, or had blocked out everything that didn't have anything to do with hockey. She groaned and climbed over the bench and sat on his lap.
Fulton grunted under her light weight, mainly out of surprise. "Hey get off me!" He yelped, half laughing half looking over at Orion making sure that he wouldn't blow a gasket. "Why are you on me anyways?!"
Josie laughed as she took off my glove and ran her fingers over my wrist lightly. "You wouldn't listen and I have to look at his wrist. Therefore you get sat on." She explained, moving on his knee as she began to slide off.
I shook my head, and looked over my shoulder at Dean Buckley and some of the school council watching her. Dean Buckley wore a face of utter confusion and was trying with all his might to attract the attention of Coach Orion, without much success.
Mr. Riley, whom I know personally through my father (who else?), looked completely disgusted. I'm not sure if it was the fact that she was sitting on Fulton's lap, or the fact that Coach Orion wasn't doing anything about it. Either way, I'm sure Josie will be discussed very thoroughly at the next board meeting; on how she wasn't representing Eden Hall's values and morals by sitting on a hockey player's lap in the middle of a game.
Despite the fact that those morals are completely different for the lucky few who have connections to those adults on the board.
Josie smiled and followed my gaze to the board members. Her gentle smile faded away within a second and was replaced with a cheesy grin. She waggled her fingers at them and turned back to me. "Hey. You're fine." My wrist suddenly felt cold. "But ice it anyways and keep it moving."
I nodded. "Ok. No prob."
She leaned over and kissed my cheek and turned to Fulton and patted his head. "You're comfy, you know that?"
He scoffed. "So I've been told. Could you get up? I have a feeling Coach is going to tell me to get on there."
She nodded and jumped over the bench to lean against the wall beside Coach Orion who was shaking his head at her, amused; for one of the few times I had seen him that way behind the bench. I smiled at her, locking eyes with her for a few seconds and re-focused on the game.
Averman nudged my elbow. "Conversations with your eyes. . ." he replied in a sing song voice.
Portman rushed down the ice and slammed Bourassa into the glass, the sound of his helmet echoing through the stands eerily. Bourassa and Portman seem to have this grudge match going on, especially when it comes to Charlie and Dan and me. If either one of them come within five feet of their opposing captain, they are slammed into whatever is closest. However, Charlie isn't on, but Guy is. For some reason or another Portman seems to be watching him like a hawk (no pun intended), and Bourassa (I should really learn his first name), seems to be out for Germaine's blood.
And I don't like that either. Even though we have our differences . . . major differences, Guy is still my friend and still a great guy and doesn't deserve to be . . . in the sights of a guy who really just wants to get me. I'm not exactly sure why he has picked Guy either. Perhaps, it's because we are roughly the same size, build, and have the same personality when it comes to handling the puck. But I think it was luck of the draw. Germaine just happened to be the first thing he locked eyes with and was ready to kill. I'm quite sure that McGill taught him that.
Because he taught me that.
The crowd screamed and booed at the same time, the buzzer on the top of the goal post squealing angrily. My eyes shot across the ice and watched as Bourassa lifted his hands in victory and Julie eyed him angrily, laying face down on the ice. I shook my head. McGill wasn't on. He's passed his little trait onto other people and I can tell Julie is getting sick and tired of being tripped.
I looked out onto the ice and saw Larson take his place on the bench and McGill quickly took his place on the ice. McGill always made hockey games personal, especially when it came to playing District Five, the losers, the scrubs, the good for nothing waste of skin. McGill liked to feel big. Always bigger. He could have been invisible as a person, but the District Five hockey team always had to be smaller, and nothing they could do could make him think otherwise. He would steal lunch money, homework, jackets, their crappy hockey stuff, even though he didn't need it and didn't even go to the same school. Especially with the 'Oreo Line', mostly Terry Hall. Germaine usually stuck around Moreau back then and Jesse usually hung around Charlie and Terry usually tagged along, but McGill always seemed to be able to find him when he separated.
And when he couldn't put him down with words or 'borrow anything', we'd . . . God I was such a jerk when I was little. Back then I needed my 'skinny vanilla booty', as Jesse would say, kicked.
"Banks." I heard Orion whisper over my shoulder as he called a Time out. "Conway is tired, I can tell. Do you think you can get one in there?"
I looked over my shoulder at him and up at the clock. "Coach, I'd only have two minutes."
He nodded. "We beat Varsity with less time last year. . ." He said trying to pump me up.
"Then send Goldberg out." I replied cockily. "I just blocked a goal during the JV/Varsity showdown."
He rolled his eyes. "Banks . . ."
"I'll try." I nodded, smirking.
He nodded. "Good, then get out there. Germaine, Moreau I need you on the bench. Fulton Banks, you guys get out there. I need you two to watch Banks, Conway and Mendoza." He said directing the last part at the Bash Bros.
We all nodded in agreement and Fulton and I vaulted over the boards with a get bound. I looked back at Josie. I skated back to the bench and signaled her forward, lifting up my visor to see her clearly, much to everyone's dismay, Dean Buckley and Mr. Riley especially.
Josie frowned. "Adam . . . get out there." She replied completely shocked.
I smiled at her lightly and shrugged. They could wait just a little.
She looked around her at the stands. "Adam what is it? Everyone is staring at us." She whispered uneasily.
I looked over at Averman quickly. "I thought we should finish the conversation we had a few seconds ago."
She shook her head. "Adam! We didn't say anything. Now go!!"
I smiled at her and locked eyes with her.
She blinked; her expression in her hazel eyes softened. "You're going to go for it, aren't you . . .?"
"Yup." I replied pushing away from the boards and making my way to center ice, leaving her completely dumbstruck. I stood in the face off, smirking at McGill.
He scoffed. "Haven't you had enough?" He asked quietly, with a harshness that only I could hear.
"You wish. . ."
The ref dropped the puck and I shot it over to Mendoza and shoved McGill hard with my shoulder knocking him to the ice and moving around him with great ease. AS I chased after Mendoza, who had taken of in a blitzkrieg I could hear McGill slam his stick against the ice as he pulled himself up.
Mendoza passed it over to Charlie who took his shot, deeking once, twice, three times and yet the goalie blocked it with his stick with laziness passing it off to one of his players.
Portman and Fulton seemed to come from nowhere, Fulton nudging the Knight lightly making him swerve and slam into Portman at full speed, barely reaching his out blue line.
I swooped in like a true Duck and scooped up the puck in a smooth motion, pushing off my edges and gaining on the goalie. I turned my head for a split second, seeing McGill's number of twenty one flash in and out of my vision. I knew exactly what he was going to do.
I heard a quick yelp and something clatter on the ice. I didn't have time to look back. I faked the goalie so far to the left and shot the puck to the right that he didn't even have time to think. It was over.
The siren screamed joyfully praising my goal and the timer yelled a game over.
The crowd dressed in green immediately burst out screaming
"We won!" I yelped tossing my helmet off and throwing my stick to the ice and racing past the Bash Brothers, avoiding becoming a Banksie sandwich. I swerved around Averman whose arms were in the air screaming a victory over the Hawks. . . I mean the Knights, once again. I stopped at the bench where Josie and Coach Orion were beaming with pride. Josie immediately squeezed Coach, much to his surprise and let go of him as soon as I stopped.
"You did it!" She squealed. "You won! You scored! Adam you won!"
I opened the door to the bench and beckoned her out picking her up and skating off towards the center of the ice, twirling her around as she squealed with joy and fright, holding tight to my jersey. "I love you so much!" I whispered to her as I stopped and placed her onto the tore up battleground.
She looked up at me. "We have time for this later. Go celebrate!" She grinned looking over at my team who has congregated around the Knight's net.
"I'm taking you with me!" I grunted wrapping my arms around her waist and picking her up and skating towards the team who cheered as I neared them.
"Cake-eater!" Portman replied rubbing my head and patting my back. "And Josie!" he yelped tearing her away from me and spinning her around once and passing her off to Fulton, as if she were our flag at the Goodwill Games. I laughed as Josie wore a look of terror and giddiness as Fulton passed her off to Averman.
Charlie stopped in front of me grinning. "We did it again Cake-eater."
I grinned even wider. "And I wasn't rendered unconscious!!" I laughed high- fiving him and skated off to grab Josie away from Goldberg and Averman who were trying to lift her onto their shoulders, despite her efforts to get free.
I shook my head, only able to barely imagine our celebration.
"Ok guys! Put her down!!"
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A/N: Don't you hate when ff.net has little blips? I thought you guys forgot about lil' ol' me. I finally got your reviews (about time. . .) and there were plenty of them!! Ok I re-read my last chapter after reading a review from someone and I was like WHOA!! I was angry or something. I usually never ever use that much swearing in one chapter. Portman swore a couple times, and Orion did once I think, and then McGill and Larson did . . . it was like everyone was trying to outdo each other. It was like a swearing contest!! I know that vulgarity offends some people (I have a friend whose parents are like that and I have to be super careful when I go to her house), and I'm sorry if the last chapter offended you. Usually I try to only use swearing when necessary and last chapter I had no clue what came over me. I think my evil French teacher got me angry or something. Either that or it was my food and nutrition teacher. Whatever, anyways onto my shout outs!!
Erica- March!! Ok. . . I think I may have to use some artistic licensing during my sequel because I want the hockey season to be over. LOL. One of my teachers at my school was trying to convince all the athletes on teams to join track. He was like, "If you're a hockey player, you can sprint. If you're a soccer player you can run long distances. If you're a baseball player, you can throw a javelin." So. . . I thinking that as off-season training, Coach Orion is going to make the Ducks go onto the track team (Goldberg included). But whatever. I've already got notes for my sequel and it seems pretty good. Thanks for reviewing!!
Beaner- Yeah, it does suck that I'm STILL sick. Sinus infection! Like ugh!!! Yup Peter. *sighs* He's so cute though . . . and a year older than me . . . and yet I haven't talked to him. *laughs* I'm such a wuss. Yup, my life is total Twilight Zone. I'm a freak. Couldn't you picture Portman yelling that? He seems like the type to!! And the Larson thing. Well I had to add that in there. Larson can't be a doormat forever! Bourassa, ok I hate to admit it but I got the name from my Canadian history course. I remember there was this guy named Henri Bourassa, but I can't remember what he did. I'd have to look it up and unfortunately I burned my history notes the second I passed the exam. You like my idea for my new title! Awesome! I understand that you totally don't have any idea what it might be about (hint: It has a lot to do with Peter, the accident and the disk that William gave Adam), but I still want ideas. I don't care just give me some words. Thanks for the review and rest up!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO: You loved last chapter!! I'm not sure you'll love this one (I sure don't, I wrote it like 4 times. I couldn't get into it) but we'll see. LOL You were right and you wouldn't have to worry about it, because *giggles* I'm broke too!! Think about it. I'm a FAN FICTION author. If I had cash, I would be SHOPPING or at the movies. Go Larson! I actually really liked him in D1. He seemed generally good and I think the writers were totally off in D2 with that teeny tiny part he had making him seem like a complete jerk. My thoughts, McGill=jerk, Larson=follower. I was so upset! I didn't get to see Holes the movie!! I wanted to so bad and I never did! I'm planning to though. I loved the book! In grade 8, I re-read it for a book report, and what we had to do was read a scene from the book with expression and I read the part where Zero hit Mr. Pendenski in the face with the shovel and I brought in a shovel! My class was like . . . Oh . . . my . . . God, and everyone went out to read it. It was craziness. Now, I love your name even more. *smiles* You'll have to wait just a little bit for my sequel. I have to wrap up one thing and then the sequel will start. Give me like 3 or 4 chapters. Don't worry about not having any idea how to end your review. You know bye is always a popular stand in . . .
Shelbers- Oh!! I found another couple songs that inspired me!! I . . . just don't remember them offhand. One was My Immortal- Evanescence. That's where a lot of the Peter stuff came from. TONS. Turns out, I HAVE heard that FeFe Dobson song! I'm so stupid. That actually turns out to be the only one I like. Next time it's on MTV I'll watch the whole video through and try and see were you got the Adam/Josie relationship from, ok?
OreoLine00- Thanks for that quote!!! Ugh! I love it! I was just going to watch the movie to copy it down (which is a total drag), and now I don't have to! Oh dear! Josie is?? Ok, I'll try and watch out for that next chapter. I wouldn't worry though. I think it's because she's getting really mushy with Adam (young love, what can I say? We're all suckers for it, admit it!!), and next chapter she'll be back to normal. Crazy and spontaneous. I promise, I will try extra hard to get her out of the Mary Sue territory. Any suggestions??
Rachel- I love the Orion-Josie comedy moments just to lighten the mood. Orion seems to stern and rigid and I think it would be hilarious if a funky, different girl, who didn't even play hockey, took a liking to him (of course in a mentor-friend-teacher, sort of way. Josie's heart belongs to Adam!). I don't think Orion would know exactly what to do. YAY!! I loved the Evil Texan line! I was watching D2 and in the scene where everyone first meets and begins to fight, Adam fights Dwayne and I try to put myself in the mind frame of Adam when I watch the movies (helps with my writing) and the first thing that flew into my head was 'Evil Texan'. I was laughing so hard I had to stop the movie. I'm weird but it was so funny because Dwayne is so far from evil. Larson and Banks are going to have a killer friendship, especially in the sequel. Yeah I'm sick, it isn't cool but, I have a feeling this Peter guy likes me. *squeals excitedly* He's soooo cute! I should have named Peter, Neil or Nick or something. Why Peter!! WHY!!! Thanks for your title suggestions. I totally got the Don't whisper one; however, I don't think it would work for the storyline. (hint: It has a lot to do with Peter, the accident and the disk that William gave Adam) Now any ideas? Maybe? I don't know. I'm still working on it. I have at least 3 chapters until I really need to start thinking about it. No worries. Thanks!!
Jean- New Reviewer!! Awesome!! Killer!! Amazing!! Welcome!! *smiles* Ok, after reading your review I realized I DID go bleeping (a little humor.) crazy. I'm not sure why and I'm totally sorry if I offended you last chapter! Did I? I'm so glad you like my story line. I like being different (which is why I hate Mary Sues. My Mary Sues seriously suck). I honestly would love to make this into a movie; however I have a few little problems. A) I'm pretty sure that the cast of the Mighty Ducks are too old to play fifteen year olds. B) I'm flat broke and I have no means of making it and C) honestly, compared to REAL scripts and REAL writers, I suck. Like I would show them this and I would be laughed out of Disney in less then ten seconds. Besides, I'm pretty sure that Steven Brill wouldn't let me borrow his characters and make them act in the way that I did. *giggles* I abused them and he would probably kick my ass for doing it. Anyways, thanks for the review and you are welcome to again. Any time!!!
Tara- I totally didn't think you, Dean and Luis dropped off the face of the Earth! Why would I think that? You moved away to college huh? College girl. *giggles* I'm hoping you didn't leave poor Dean and Luis at home!! Whoa! Twilight Zone . . . it's like I'm in two places at once!! Your roommie is a Katie too? Creepiness. I want to eventually travel to Australia. That would be so awesome. Unfortunately, me being a lowly, broke, sophomore in high school, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. Unless my 'rents are planning a vacation there sometime soon, but I doubt that. My dad's idea of a good time, are day trips. Basically, eight hours in the car to visit a CAR museum for two hours, and then eight hours back. So for me, I think I'm going to be staying on my continent for a while. *sigh*. Yes mam! I am planning a sequel! And I need ideas for my title. If you read last chapter (and I'm guessing you did seeing you reviewed!), you know the criteria etc. etc. I'm working on it and I think I have a couple more ideas. I'm actually beginning to think 'series'. *giggles excitedly* I'm such a girl. Thanks so much! All the Ducks missed you!!!
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Ok, I was just watching D2 and something just clicked with me and I was wondering if anyone else thought the same thing. Dean Portman got kicked out of the first game against Iceland for accidentally hitting a ref. Julie got kicked out for pushing over two Iceland players while they were harassing her. However, when the Iceland player BROKE HIS STICK over Adam's wrist, he only got a two minute penalty. Doesn't that seem a little hypocritical to you? Like, Dean and Julie, at most could have sprained someone wrist or something little like that. But the Iceland player could have broken Adam's arm. Don't you think he should have been kicked out too? Opinions anyone?
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Despite the fact that I'm completely in love with the girl; it strikes me as odd to think about her hilarious habit of sleep talking right in the middle of a hockey game, during a face-off no less. I blinked at Bourassa who was scowling, as always, and yet my mind seemed to wander off into space.
I try to focus on the game as the puck is dropped to the ice and I direct it over to Dwayne in an instant and dodging Bourassa's protected elbow; but I can't help but think about her conversations with herself. I have a feeling I know who she talks to too, not that it is any of my business. It's a person's private place, their dreams and I have no business poking around and figuring out whom she talks to, unless it's completely obvious . . . like Peter . . . for example.
I race towards the net and glace at Josie and immediately back in the game trying to clear myself of anyone, to be open and ready for anything that was shot my way.
Unfortunately my mind still is in the wandering mood. She says the weirdest things too when she's asleep. But then again, I only get to hear half of the conversation, which is partially muffled by pillows or blankets or limbs over her face. I heard her singing once. I can't place exactly where I heard the song before, but I remember it. It was in a movie. I remember Connie bawling as we walked out of the theatre, don't remember the movie.
"Go Russ!" I heard Connie yelp.
I jumped out of my daydream and looked over at Russ teeing up the puck close to the blue line. My eyes widened as I realized I was right in his path. Oh no. I was going to be knuckle-pucked! I jumped out of the way in the nick of time; the buzzer of the goal, and a whoosh of air ringing in my ears.
"Banks, Robertson, bench. Germaine, Portman change it!" Orion yelped.
I looked up at the clock realizing we only had a couple minutes left in the game. Oh, no. I was so going to be chewed out for spacing in the middle of a game while on the ice.
I sat down on the bench and lifted my visor so I could take a quick gulp of water. Coach slapped me on the back as I tossed the water bottle to my feet. "Good playing out there Banks."
I nodded silently and looked around me for a hint. I stare up at the scoreboard. 2-1 Ducks . . . ok so I didn't score . . . I look over at Fulton for even the littlest bit of a hint, but he is so focused on the game he doesn't even realize that Josie is trying to move him over so she can sit beside me and look at my wrist even though it doesn't hurt . . . much.
"Ful-ton" She sighs drawing out his name. "Fulton!" She tries again. He was either completely ignoring her, or had blocked out everything that didn't have anything to do with hockey. She groaned and climbed over the bench and sat on his lap.
Fulton grunted under her light weight, mainly out of surprise. "Hey get off me!" He yelped, half laughing half looking over at Orion making sure that he wouldn't blow a gasket. "Why are you on me anyways?!"
Josie laughed as she took off my glove and ran her fingers over my wrist lightly. "You wouldn't listen and I have to look at his wrist. Therefore you get sat on." She explained, moving on his knee as she began to slide off.
I shook my head, and looked over my shoulder at Dean Buckley and some of the school council watching her. Dean Buckley wore a face of utter confusion and was trying with all his might to attract the attention of Coach Orion, without much success.
Mr. Riley, whom I know personally through my father (who else?), looked completely disgusted. I'm not sure if it was the fact that she was sitting on Fulton's lap, or the fact that Coach Orion wasn't doing anything about it. Either way, I'm sure Josie will be discussed very thoroughly at the next board meeting; on how she wasn't representing Eden Hall's values and morals by sitting on a hockey player's lap in the middle of a game.
Despite the fact that those morals are completely different for the lucky few who have connections to those adults on the board.
Josie smiled and followed my gaze to the board members. Her gentle smile faded away within a second and was replaced with a cheesy grin. She waggled her fingers at them and turned back to me. "Hey. You're fine." My wrist suddenly felt cold. "But ice it anyways and keep it moving."
I nodded. "Ok. No prob."
She leaned over and kissed my cheek and turned to Fulton and patted his head. "You're comfy, you know that?"
He scoffed. "So I've been told. Could you get up? I have a feeling Coach is going to tell me to get on there."
She nodded and jumped over the bench to lean against the wall beside Coach Orion who was shaking his head at her, amused; for one of the few times I had seen him that way behind the bench. I smiled at her, locking eyes with her for a few seconds and re-focused on the game.
Averman nudged my elbow. "Conversations with your eyes. . ." he replied in a sing song voice.
Portman rushed down the ice and slammed Bourassa into the glass, the sound of his helmet echoing through the stands eerily. Bourassa and Portman seem to have this grudge match going on, especially when it comes to Charlie and Dan and me. If either one of them come within five feet of their opposing captain, they are slammed into whatever is closest. However, Charlie isn't on, but Guy is. For some reason or another Portman seems to be watching him like a hawk (no pun intended), and Bourassa (I should really learn his first name), seems to be out for Germaine's blood.
And I don't like that either. Even though we have our differences . . . major differences, Guy is still my friend and still a great guy and doesn't deserve to be . . . in the sights of a guy who really just wants to get me. I'm not exactly sure why he has picked Guy either. Perhaps, it's because we are roughly the same size, build, and have the same personality when it comes to handling the puck. But I think it was luck of the draw. Germaine just happened to be the first thing he locked eyes with and was ready to kill. I'm quite sure that McGill taught him that.
Because he taught me that.
The crowd screamed and booed at the same time, the buzzer on the top of the goal post squealing angrily. My eyes shot across the ice and watched as Bourassa lifted his hands in victory and Julie eyed him angrily, laying face down on the ice. I shook my head. McGill wasn't on. He's passed his little trait onto other people and I can tell Julie is getting sick and tired of being tripped.
I looked out onto the ice and saw Larson take his place on the bench and McGill quickly took his place on the ice. McGill always made hockey games personal, especially when it came to playing District Five, the losers, the scrubs, the good for nothing waste of skin. McGill liked to feel big. Always bigger. He could have been invisible as a person, but the District Five hockey team always had to be smaller, and nothing they could do could make him think otherwise. He would steal lunch money, homework, jackets, their crappy hockey stuff, even though he didn't need it and didn't even go to the same school. Especially with the 'Oreo Line', mostly Terry Hall. Germaine usually stuck around Moreau back then and Jesse usually hung around Charlie and Terry usually tagged along, but McGill always seemed to be able to find him when he separated.
And when he couldn't put him down with words or 'borrow anything', we'd . . . God I was such a jerk when I was little. Back then I needed my 'skinny vanilla booty', as Jesse would say, kicked.
"Banks." I heard Orion whisper over my shoulder as he called a Time out. "Conway is tired, I can tell. Do you think you can get one in there?"
I looked over my shoulder at him and up at the clock. "Coach, I'd only have two minutes."
He nodded. "We beat Varsity with less time last year. . ." He said trying to pump me up.
"Then send Goldberg out." I replied cockily. "I just blocked a goal during the JV/Varsity showdown."
He rolled his eyes. "Banks . . ."
"I'll try." I nodded, smirking.
He nodded. "Good, then get out there. Germaine, Moreau I need you on the bench. Fulton Banks, you guys get out there. I need you two to watch Banks, Conway and Mendoza." He said directing the last part at the Bash Bros.
We all nodded in agreement and Fulton and I vaulted over the boards with a get bound. I looked back at Josie. I skated back to the bench and signaled her forward, lifting up my visor to see her clearly, much to everyone's dismay, Dean Buckley and Mr. Riley especially.
Josie frowned. "Adam . . . get out there." She replied completely shocked.
I smiled at her lightly and shrugged. They could wait just a little.
She looked around her at the stands. "Adam what is it? Everyone is staring at us." She whispered uneasily.
I looked over at Averman quickly. "I thought we should finish the conversation we had a few seconds ago."
She shook her head. "Adam! We didn't say anything. Now go!!"
I smiled at her and locked eyes with her.
She blinked; her expression in her hazel eyes softened. "You're going to go for it, aren't you . . .?"
"Yup." I replied pushing away from the boards and making my way to center ice, leaving her completely dumbstruck. I stood in the face off, smirking at McGill.
He scoffed. "Haven't you had enough?" He asked quietly, with a harshness that only I could hear.
"You wish. . ."
The ref dropped the puck and I shot it over to Mendoza and shoved McGill hard with my shoulder knocking him to the ice and moving around him with great ease. AS I chased after Mendoza, who had taken of in a blitzkrieg I could hear McGill slam his stick against the ice as he pulled himself up.
Mendoza passed it over to Charlie who took his shot, deeking once, twice, three times and yet the goalie blocked it with his stick with laziness passing it off to one of his players.
Portman and Fulton seemed to come from nowhere, Fulton nudging the Knight lightly making him swerve and slam into Portman at full speed, barely reaching his out blue line.
I swooped in like a true Duck and scooped up the puck in a smooth motion, pushing off my edges and gaining on the goalie. I turned my head for a split second, seeing McGill's number of twenty one flash in and out of my vision. I knew exactly what he was going to do.
I heard a quick yelp and something clatter on the ice. I didn't have time to look back. I faked the goalie so far to the left and shot the puck to the right that he didn't even have time to think. It was over.
The siren screamed joyfully praising my goal and the timer yelled a game over.
The crowd dressed in green immediately burst out screaming
"We won!" I yelped tossing my helmet off and throwing my stick to the ice and racing past the Bash Brothers, avoiding becoming a Banksie sandwich. I swerved around Averman whose arms were in the air screaming a victory over the Hawks. . . I mean the Knights, once again. I stopped at the bench where Josie and Coach Orion were beaming with pride. Josie immediately squeezed Coach, much to his surprise and let go of him as soon as I stopped.
"You did it!" She squealed. "You won! You scored! Adam you won!"
I opened the door to the bench and beckoned her out picking her up and skating off towards the center of the ice, twirling her around as she squealed with joy and fright, holding tight to my jersey. "I love you so much!" I whispered to her as I stopped and placed her onto the tore up battleground.
She looked up at me. "We have time for this later. Go celebrate!" She grinned looking over at my team who has congregated around the Knight's net.
"I'm taking you with me!" I grunted wrapping my arms around her waist and picking her up and skating towards the team who cheered as I neared them.
"Cake-eater!" Portman replied rubbing my head and patting my back. "And Josie!" he yelped tearing her away from me and spinning her around once and passing her off to Fulton, as if she were our flag at the Goodwill Games. I laughed as Josie wore a look of terror and giddiness as Fulton passed her off to Averman.
Charlie stopped in front of me grinning. "We did it again Cake-eater."
I grinned even wider. "And I wasn't rendered unconscious!!" I laughed high- fiving him and skated off to grab Josie away from Goldberg and Averman who were trying to lift her onto their shoulders, despite her efforts to get free.
I shook my head, only able to barely imagine our celebration.
"Ok guys! Put her down!!"
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A/N: Don't you hate when ff.net has little blips? I thought you guys forgot about lil' ol' me. I finally got your reviews (about time. . .) and there were plenty of them!! Ok I re-read my last chapter after reading a review from someone and I was like WHOA!! I was angry or something. I usually never ever use that much swearing in one chapter. Portman swore a couple times, and Orion did once I think, and then McGill and Larson did . . . it was like everyone was trying to outdo each other. It was like a swearing contest!! I know that vulgarity offends some people (I have a friend whose parents are like that and I have to be super careful when I go to her house), and I'm sorry if the last chapter offended you. Usually I try to only use swearing when necessary and last chapter I had no clue what came over me. I think my evil French teacher got me angry or something. Either that or it was my food and nutrition teacher. Whatever, anyways onto my shout outs!!
Erica- March!! Ok. . . I think I may have to use some artistic licensing during my sequel because I want the hockey season to be over. LOL. One of my teachers at my school was trying to convince all the athletes on teams to join track. He was like, "If you're a hockey player, you can sprint. If you're a soccer player you can run long distances. If you're a baseball player, you can throw a javelin." So. . . I thinking that as off-season training, Coach Orion is going to make the Ducks go onto the track team (Goldberg included). But whatever. I've already got notes for my sequel and it seems pretty good. Thanks for reviewing!!
Beaner- Yeah, it does suck that I'm STILL sick. Sinus infection! Like ugh!!! Yup Peter. *sighs* He's so cute though . . . and a year older than me . . . and yet I haven't talked to him. *laughs* I'm such a wuss. Yup, my life is total Twilight Zone. I'm a freak. Couldn't you picture Portman yelling that? He seems like the type to!! And the Larson thing. Well I had to add that in there. Larson can't be a doormat forever! Bourassa, ok I hate to admit it but I got the name from my Canadian history course. I remember there was this guy named Henri Bourassa, but I can't remember what he did. I'd have to look it up and unfortunately I burned my history notes the second I passed the exam. You like my idea for my new title! Awesome! I understand that you totally don't have any idea what it might be about (hint: It has a lot to do with Peter, the accident and the disk that William gave Adam), but I still want ideas. I don't care just give me some words. Thanks for the review and rest up!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO: You loved last chapter!! I'm not sure you'll love this one (I sure don't, I wrote it like 4 times. I couldn't get into it) but we'll see. LOL You were right and you wouldn't have to worry about it, because *giggles* I'm broke too!! Think about it. I'm a FAN FICTION author. If I had cash, I would be SHOPPING or at the movies. Go Larson! I actually really liked him in D1. He seemed generally good and I think the writers were totally off in D2 with that teeny tiny part he had making him seem like a complete jerk. My thoughts, McGill=jerk, Larson=follower. I was so upset! I didn't get to see Holes the movie!! I wanted to so bad and I never did! I'm planning to though. I loved the book! In grade 8, I re-read it for a book report, and what we had to do was read a scene from the book with expression and I read the part where Zero hit Mr. Pendenski in the face with the shovel and I brought in a shovel! My class was like . . . Oh . . . my . . . God, and everyone went out to read it. It was craziness. Now, I love your name even more. *smiles* You'll have to wait just a little bit for my sequel. I have to wrap up one thing and then the sequel will start. Give me like 3 or 4 chapters. Don't worry about not having any idea how to end your review. You know bye is always a popular stand in . . .
Shelbers- Oh!! I found another couple songs that inspired me!! I . . . just don't remember them offhand. One was My Immortal- Evanescence. That's where a lot of the Peter stuff came from. TONS. Turns out, I HAVE heard that FeFe Dobson song! I'm so stupid. That actually turns out to be the only one I like. Next time it's on MTV I'll watch the whole video through and try and see were you got the Adam/Josie relationship from, ok?
OreoLine00- Thanks for that quote!!! Ugh! I love it! I was just going to watch the movie to copy it down (which is a total drag), and now I don't have to! Oh dear! Josie is?? Ok, I'll try and watch out for that next chapter. I wouldn't worry though. I think it's because she's getting really mushy with Adam (young love, what can I say? We're all suckers for it, admit it!!), and next chapter she'll be back to normal. Crazy and spontaneous. I promise, I will try extra hard to get her out of the Mary Sue territory. Any suggestions??
Rachel- I love the Orion-Josie comedy moments just to lighten the mood. Orion seems to stern and rigid and I think it would be hilarious if a funky, different girl, who didn't even play hockey, took a liking to him (of course in a mentor-friend-teacher, sort of way. Josie's heart belongs to Adam!). I don't think Orion would know exactly what to do. YAY!! I loved the Evil Texan line! I was watching D2 and in the scene where everyone first meets and begins to fight, Adam fights Dwayne and I try to put myself in the mind frame of Adam when I watch the movies (helps with my writing) and the first thing that flew into my head was 'Evil Texan'. I was laughing so hard I had to stop the movie. I'm weird but it was so funny because Dwayne is so far from evil. Larson and Banks are going to have a killer friendship, especially in the sequel. Yeah I'm sick, it isn't cool but, I have a feeling this Peter guy likes me. *squeals excitedly* He's soooo cute! I should have named Peter, Neil or Nick or something. Why Peter!! WHY!!! Thanks for your title suggestions. I totally got the Don't whisper one; however, I don't think it would work for the storyline. (hint: It has a lot to do with Peter, the accident and the disk that William gave Adam) Now any ideas? Maybe? I don't know. I'm still working on it. I have at least 3 chapters until I really need to start thinking about it. No worries. Thanks!!
Jean- New Reviewer!! Awesome!! Killer!! Amazing!! Welcome!! *smiles* Ok, after reading your review I realized I DID go bleeping (a little humor.) crazy. I'm not sure why and I'm totally sorry if I offended you last chapter! Did I? I'm so glad you like my story line. I like being different (which is why I hate Mary Sues. My Mary Sues seriously suck). I honestly would love to make this into a movie; however I have a few little problems. A) I'm pretty sure that the cast of the Mighty Ducks are too old to play fifteen year olds. B) I'm flat broke and I have no means of making it and C) honestly, compared to REAL scripts and REAL writers, I suck. Like I would show them this and I would be laughed out of Disney in less then ten seconds. Besides, I'm pretty sure that Steven Brill wouldn't let me borrow his characters and make them act in the way that I did. *giggles* I abused them and he would probably kick my ass for doing it. Anyways, thanks for the review and you are welcome to again. Any time!!!
Tara- I totally didn't think you, Dean and Luis dropped off the face of the Earth! Why would I think that? You moved away to college huh? College girl. *giggles* I'm hoping you didn't leave poor Dean and Luis at home!! Whoa! Twilight Zone . . . it's like I'm in two places at once!! Your roommie is a Katie too? Creepiness. I want to eventually travel to Australia. That would be so awesome. Unfortunately, me being a lowly, broke, sophomore in high school, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. Unless my 'rents are planning a vacation there sometime soon, but I doubt that. My dad's idea of a good time, are day trips. Basically, eight hours in the car to visit a CAR museum for two hours, and then eight hours back. So for me, I think I'm going to be staying on my continent for a while. *sigh*. Yes mam! I am planning a sequel! And I need ideas for my title. If you read last chapter (and I'm guessing you did seeing you reviewed!), you know the criteria etc. etc. I'm working on it and I think I have a couple more ideas. I'm actually beginning to think 'series'. *giggles excitedly* I'm such a girl. Thanks so much! All the Ducks missed you!!!
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Ok, I was just watching D2 and something just clicked with me and I was wondering if anyone else thought the same thing. Dean Portman got kicked out of the first game against Iceland for accidentally hitting a ref. Julie got kicked out for pushing over two Iceland players while they were harassing her. However, when the Iceland player BROKE HIS STICK over Adam's wrist, he only got a two minute penalty. Doesn't that seem a little hypocritical to you? Like, Dean and Julie, at most could have sprained someone wrist or something little like that. But the Iceland player could have broken Adam's arm. Don't you think he should have been kicked out too? Opinions anyone?
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