I took my jersey off slowly, closing my eyes. It finally hit me that Josie,
by he end of the week wouldn't be here, waiting for me outside the change
room. She would be at a different school, rooting for the Knights. I shook
my head. She couldn't be a Knight.
"Hey Banksie! What's with the long face?" I heard Russ ask from his corner of the change room. "You do realize we won, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah. It just kind of wore off is all."
Charlie stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. "Banks, what's up?"
I rolled my eyes. "You guys are so tired of this topic. . ."
The entire room groaned. "What happened now Banks? You skated over her foot?" Averman scoffed pulling his T-shirt over his head.
I rolled my eyes. "No. I just realized that Josie is going to be a Knight by the end of the week." I replied eying him angrily for making light of my situation.
Russ sat down and chuckled quietly to himself. "Yeah, I'm REEEALLY sorry that she's leaving . . ."
"Hey, shut up Russ." Portman growled. "You may not have liked her but it doesn't mean you can kick Banks when he's down."
"No, I didn't really know her, but I know for a fact she isn't leaving." Russ stated lounging on the bench and folding his hands behind his head.
My head jerked towards him. "What!"
He nodded. "You know I watch a lot of TV right?" Everyone nodded in agreement. He watched more TV than anyone we knew. "Well I've seen this scenario played out hundreds of times. The girl has to leave, tears, tears, tears and she either ends up staying or she leaves for a week and comes back."
Ken frowned. "You do realize this isn't TV right? This is real life. People do leave to go to different schools. Look at us, we all did. Hell, Jesse was awarded a scholarship and didn't come."
Russ rolled his eyes. For once Dwayne wasn't the only person that a concept went completely over his head. "Yeah but Banksie has already been through a lot; Josie too. Like Varsity, his wrist, the Hawks, his dad. And Josie, her partner and her parents." He shrugged and looked to the ground. "You guys just don't deserve that kind of pain."
~*~
Josie gripped my hand as we walked away from the arena. For some reason she was completely silent as we ventured through the courtyard toward my dorm, where I would have to go to call a taxi for her (Gosh darn it . . . I forgot to charge my cell!), much to Averman's dismay. I looked over at her, and she seemed completely neutral, even though I HAD just made the winning shot against the team that was basically out to get me.
"Jose, you ok?" I asked quietly. I took in the silence of the grounds. The celebrating crowds were still in the arena watching the Varsity Game against the Knights.
She nodded silently. "Uh-huh." She stared straight ahead taking a breath in, and watching her breath form into a little cloud in front of her face.
I shook my head. "No, you're not. What is it?"
She shrugged. "It's nothing you can change, Adam." She replied looking over at me. "So let's not talk about it."
I stopped her. "Ok, how about we cut the crap and stop being all metaphorical and tell me, because a) I am your boyfriend and I'm here to help you get through all this stuff, and b) it really sucks that you are upset now, when we should be celebrating Eden Hall's big win."
"Well then let's go! Take me to where you celebrate your wins." She plastered on a quick smile in a feeble attempt to drop the subject.
I scoffed. "Nice try. How about you tell me now so I don't have to drag it out of you later?"
She rolled her eyes quickly. "While you were in the change room I began to think about after this week and how we'll celebrate all your wins and stuff, and I realized that . . ." She sighed and looked down at her shoes. "I'll be on the other team."
I smiled. "Josie! You'll never be one of them because you aren't going!"
"Adam! Will you stop saying that! I am going!" She yelped at me.
I shook my head. "No! You're not!"
"Why not!"
I gripped her other hand. "Just because you aren't! What's going to happen is that some weird twist of fate is going to occur and we are going to end up together, here at Eden Hall."
She blinked. "Why would that happen? My dad is completely set in his choices. He isn't going to give up Adam."
I smiled. "And neither are we."
"But Adam. . ."
"The Ducks will help." I cut her off. "We'll figure something out. Don't worry about it."
She blinked. "Pulling pranks on my father won't help, and after hearing about some of the ones they pulled last year, I suspect it would only make it worse."
I shrugged. "The Ducks can be very persuasive."
"Getting Portman and Fulton to threaten him won't help either Adam."
I frowned. "Come on Josie!" I laughed throwing an arm over her shoulder. "If you don't believe that we'll get through this, then we won't. You have to believe. Come on, trust me."
She sighed. "Ok. I trust you. But if I find out that Portman and Fulton are planning something on their own . . ."
I laughed. "Don't worry. Either myself or Charlie will be keeping a close eye on them."
"Charlie! Charlie Conway? You're kidding right!" Her jaw had dropped and was shaking her head violently. "No someone more like Kenny, with a level head, who isn't going to egg them on."
"Charlie wouldn't. . ." I stopped and actually thought about my response for a second. "Ok, yeah Charlie would egg them on. . ."
She smirked. "Thank you."
I rubbed her shoulder. "Ok, how about we go to my dorm and I call you a cab."
She smiled. "Ok I could call my dad and tell him I'm staying at my dorm so I can get to my exam extra early and we could have a change of plans ahead of time. . ."
I smiled. "As much as I would love that, I'm quite sure that Averman wouldn't be too happy about it."
"He doesn't like me much does he?" She commented as we neared my dormitory building.
"He just doesn't . . . know you well yet . . ." I explained as I stumbled over my words.
She shrugged. "Whatever. You can't please everyone. But I'm still staying in the dorms. I would rather deal with a gossip than a father who believes we're still in the middle ages."
"He's just worried." I replied kissing her temple.
"Of what? You corrupting me?" She scoffed. "Oh yeah. I'm going to be influenced by you to wear polo shirts and khakis."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Leave my clothes out of this."
She smiled. "I'm sorry. I love your khakis and polo shirts. Their so . . . so. . ."
I rolled my eyes. "Now you are just blatantly making fun of me."
"Ok, I'll stop." She sighed as we reached the large foyer. "I'm going to go now." She sighed. "You know to face the monster that lives in my room." She quickly kissed me and turned to leave. "But I might be back. I am not staying if she has a guy with her or her friends."
I shook my head. "She's at the game. Remember? Cheerleader?"
She made a quick face. "Oh could I forget? My room is covered in 'Warrior' merchandise she hasn't taken down."
I smirked and shook my head. "Good-night!"
She nodded and waved as she walked out the door.
Oh what a night. . .
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Averman bounded into our room with more energy than a room full of kindergarteners.
"Banks!" He yelped as he crashed onto his bed, completely clad in our school colors wearing a huge 'Mighty Ducks' sweater, falling on top of a green and maroon pom-pom.
I looked up from my history book. "You look very. . . spirited. What did you do? Mug a cheerleader?"
He made a face. "No. I bought this stuff at the game. Varsity won you know."
I nodded. "That's nice." I replied, not interested. After my little visit to Varsity last year, I don't really give a shit what happens with them. I focus on my textbook again "You know we have exams tomorrow."
He nodded. "I don't. My business course had an in class exam. I have the whole day free, sucker . . ." He mocked kneeling on his bed trying to position the pom-pom on the head board.
"Lucky." I said under my breath. "Well just because you don't have an exam doesn't mean you can keep me up all night."
"Wouldn't want to take your girlfriend's job would I?" He replied sarcastically. "Where is the little hellion anyways?"
I shot a look over at him. "Josie is at her dorm. Where else would she be?"
"In your bed, in our washroom, in the hall, at the arena, in the change room, behind the bench, in the stands . . . anywhere you are or have been, basically." Averman listed quickly.
"You've been thinking that up all night, haven't you?" I rolled my eyes and closed my textbook. I knew the material. I wasn't in a panic because I hadn't been studying . . . unlike some people I know. . .
"No I haven't. I'm just sick and tired of walking in here and seeing you to all coupled up."
I cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you met a girl in detention. You know the one where you shoved me behind the door and kicked me out of the room?"
He rolled his eyes. "Turns out she wasn't as great as I thought." He shrugged. "Not that I didn't expect it; like I'm just some goony guy with red hair and glasses." He pushed back from the edge of his bed so he was leaning against the wall. "I'm not stupid Banksie. Girls fantasize over guys with leather jackets, and have blond hair and blue eyes, and yet are the captain of the football team, or hockey team or whatever; I get that; not some geek who sells tickets at the local movie theatre."
"You aren't a geek." I smirked. "Goony, sometimes, but geek, never. You're on the hockey team, you can't be a geek. You're a stereotypical jock." I replied in hopes of making him smile.
"Yeah I'm on the hockey team but everyone else on the hockey team is something else other than that." Averman started. "Julie is on the debate team, the school newspaper, art club and drama club and she plays the clarinet and next year she is taking the leadership course which guarantees her a spot on student government."
I rolled my eyes. "Julie is trying to get into Harvard, Yale or Brown University." I smirked. "It's impossible to compete with that."
He snorted. "Fine. What about Fulton?"
I frowned. "Fulton isn't in any clubs or teams other than Hockey and I think Portman and him have decided to become anarchists."
"Exactly!" Averman yelped throwing his hands in the air. "Both of the Bash Brothers are rebels. Therefore they are hockey SLASH rebels."
I blinked. "Have you been drinking caffeine because I think it's gone to your brain . . .?" I mumbled quietly.
"And Luis! He has his girls and his pick-up lines. He's a player. So he's a hockey SLASH player! Charlie he's the Captain so he's the person everyone identifies with. And Guy and Connie; they're the bickering couple and you're the prep and . . .!"
"Averman stop!" I yelped bringing my fingers to my temples. "You're speaking ten thousand words per second and you're making me dizzy."
He suddenly became very reserved and his waving, wild hands settled in his lap gently. I blinked nervously at him eying him carefully. I wasn't sure I liked this Averman either. I liked the regular rambling Averman who usually spoke of things that humored you.
I thought of what to say to this Averman. Usually, if he ever got into one of his moods, which barely ever happened, you cracked a joke and he was back to normal, rambling on and on about how he was convinced that the cafeteria ladies were cannibals and were out to get him and put him in the meatloaf. "Ok, comparing yourself to everyone else isn't going to get you anywhere. You have to look at yourself and give up these labels because they aren't helping you either."
He blinked. "I play hockey, but I'm no good at it. I look like a nerd, so I don't fit in with the jocks, but I don't get the best grades so I don't fit in with the nerds. I'm not in any clubs because they don't interest me and I definitely don't fit in with Portman and Fulton."
I rolled my eyes. "You're still labeling yourself and you are good at hockey. If you weren't you would be here now."
"Adam!" He yelped jumping off his bed and beginning to pace the room like a trapped lion. "We're in a prep school. Everyone has a label whether you like it or not. I however, somehow or another slipped through the cracks and became a loner with no friends other than the guys on my hockey team who have made other connections. They have networked with other people who have networked with other people, making everyone connected with someone else. I however am the lone person without anyone."
"How did this go from you not having a girl to you not having any friends, which is completely untrue?" I asked crossing my arms and shaking my head.
He glanced at me. "Because they are connected. No girl wants to date the loner guy."
I frowned. "Untrue. Lots of girls want to uncover the hidden secrets of the mysterious loner guy."
He collapsed on his bed. "Banks; look at me." He straightened his glasses. "I'm the farthest from mysterious that you can get. You're more mysterious than me."
I shook my head and grabbed my textbook. "You don't want help. That's your problem Averman."
"I came to you!" He yelped. "I wanted help! You are just giving me excuses."
I rolled my eyes as I re-opened my textbook to my page. "You want to put yourself down and are trying to explain to yourself why girls don't like you. If you do that you give yourself lower confidence and girls don't like guys with low confidence."
"You sound like a psychiatrist."
I shrugged. "My brother took a psychology class. Over the summer he told me that constantly. It was annoying as hell."
He grumbled something under his breath and walked to his closet. "I'm going to have another shower." He said grabbing a red, white and blue towel with Hendrix written across it. "The person behind me during the Varsity game had a problem with talking and not spitting."
I looked over my textbook and frowned. "Thanks. I really needed to know that." I grimaced and refocused on my studying.
He shrugged. "There is only one thing worse than warm spit, and that's cold spit."
I frowned again. "Yeah, I definitely needed to know that." I replied as he shut the door to our washroom.
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A/N: Yeah ok, that was completely filler until next chapter which I'm pretty sure that I'm going to skip the next couple days because I don't really have anything planned, unfortunately. Averman, I feel is always being overlooked as a character (same with Goldberg, Kenny, Dwayne and Russ) and they need to be put into a plot someplace because they are awesome characters and would make awesome stories if you tried or even sub- plots. We need more stories involving them!! Hm . . . I think that's about it so . . .
Shout outs!!
Shelbers- Hey! Actually the reason why you didn't review was because I couldn't write last chapter. I was a complete blank. I knew what I wanted to happen, I just couldn't write it. I hate it when that happens. I do that when I'm talking too. I start rambling on and on and then all of a sudden I forget what I was talking about and I just keep talking hoping it would come to me but it doesn't and I figure that if I keep talking people won't think that I have no clue what I'm talking about. *giggles* I'm a freak. And that was a huge run on sentence. You agree about my D2 opinion. Yeah I guess your right. The good guys do have to triumph over the bad guys, but I still think even though Disney is trying to make the stereotypical story (an awesome story. If it wasn't I wouldn't be writing right?) but I still think they should have followed the rules of hockey or something. Yeah all the Ducks say hi to Charlie and miss him!! Thanks for the review!!
Rachel- I know exactly how you feel about the typing thing. Sometimes I re- read my stories and I like, Oh My God! Was I high when I wrote this or what?? (this is in my notebooks. When I'm on the computer spell-check usually picks it up) *giggles* Thanks! I'm totally stoked about Monday! I can't wait to see him . . . hopefully I won't be a wuss (starts with a W!) and I'll actually talk to him. Ugh! I'm such a loser! You loved last chapter? Ugh! I hated the last one. I knew what I wanted to happen it just wouldn't come out. I was like 'NO!! Don't do this to me now!!!' However I did sort of like the ending. Banksie may be a prep, but preps can poke fun at themselves. (You're not the only one who wants to be involved in a Banksie sandwich. Think about it. Portman, Banks, and Fulton! *drools* I think I've died and gone to heaven!) Great! Be excited about the sequel. OH!! I like your title idea! I just might add to it though. I'm thinking . . . 'Don't Forget Us'. Maybe? What do you think? It is really hard! Ok I hate to say this but I'm actually considering 'series'. Like the 'Don't' series or something. I've come up with so many titles but none of them seemed to fit. Like 'Don't hesitate,' 'Don't Move', 'Don't Make Me', 'Don't Worry' etc. etc. etc. I think you helped me with the winner! You're amazing and thanks SOOO much!!
OreoLine00- You noticed that too!! Oh!! I didn't notice that Portman thing! Oh!! Weird!! That is creepy. Thanks for the pulling Josie out of the Mary Sue suggestions. However the 'Dr. Josie thing', as you put it, was basic first aid. I learned that from my coach while I skated so I figured that Josie would have too. You have to ice it and keep wrists/ankles moving or they get stiff and it hurts even more (and it does. I didn't do as my coach said and it hurt like hell the next morning.). But that's just my explanation of that. And I'll try and make sure that Orion isn't pushed around by Josie, because I totally get what you're talking about. However, I'm not sure but I think Orion will only make like one or two more appearances in my story so you wouldn't have to worry. Don't be scared to voice your opinion about my story, especially when it comes to my original characters. I don't want my character to be a Mary Sue (because I hate them with a passion) and I need your unbiased opinions on them. It helps if you have facts from the story like you did so I know exactly how to fix them. So thanks so much and tell me if I'm doing any better (or worse!) Thanks!!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- You loved last chapter! That's awesome!! Aw . . . no new reviewer for me. Oh well! I was sick too! But I stayed in school, like a good little student. *rolls eyes* Home school? Hm . . . I'd be careful when choosing that. Think about it, all alone at home with your parents, and no people to distract you from your work? I think I would rather survive my evil food and nutrition teacher than be home schooled but that's my opinion. But good for you if you choose it. Good Luck! Where Zero hit him was your favorite parts too? *gasps* creepy! You saw the movie three times? A woman clapped? *looks around* And I thought I was obsessed with the Mighty Ducks . . . *laughs* Kidding!! Yup! I love your name even more. I'm wishing I had picked a more creative name than the one I have now. Like ugh . . .! The sequel which will be really soon, would be up like two days after I finish this one. Maybe even sooner because I have like most of the story planned out already. I have like 4 scenes already written out in my handy-dandy black, dramatic 'Ducks Forever' notebook. I need to print out some pictures decorate the inside covers. *laughs* My friend's fish is named Phillip. He's so cute! That's weird, your nickel and my friend's goldfish have the same name. Did you ACTUALLY spend him? *giggles* Anyways later!!
Beaner- Your review wasn't sent to my hotmail inbox and I almost posted this without recognizing you. I was like hmm. . . Am I missing anyone? I would have been really upset if I forgot you. I would have cried. When ff.net blipped I was like, *pouts and tears up* "Nobody likes me anymore!!" And all the Ducks ran in to comfort me. And then I got really upset because I blanked out when I was trying to write the last chapter. I actually hate the beginning of the chapter. I like wrote it three times, hated all three beginnings and then I came up with last chapter and the only reason why I kept it was because I hadn't hit a road block and I had gotten through it. I like revised it, but I still hate it. I'm not too proud of this chapter either, but that's because it's filler. Ok I wanted to tell you something a while ago, but I kept forgetting. Ok, go to your Isn't Murder Fun Story Reviews. I wanted to tell you that I'm *Sugar&Spice*. It's one of my aliases. My e-mail addy is suga-rush07 (which has nothing to do with Dwayne by the way) and I use it sometimes when I'm not signed in. I'm not sure why but I thought you should know. Ok Anyways . . . Last week I had a 'Duck Moment' as you put it. I was sitting in French class during the announcements and out of nowhere they started playing 'We are the Champions'! I was like YES!!!!! I looked back at my friend Stace, who is also the person whom I sit over MSN discussing ideas (even though she didn't even SEEN the movies!!!! And she calls herself a hockey fan) telling me which ones kick butt and which ones stink like butt and we were like *GASP* (I told her that this song was like a major link to the movies). I had to burn my history notes. They were really bulky and were collecting dust in my room and were making my room smell musty. I had to. Yeah the story was kind of pointless but that's ok. I don't know why but I have memorized facts that have no point to them Like I know for a fact that on average one person per year dies from a vending machine falling on them and that you are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a shark. See? Pointless, but funny. *giggles* Your entire review did go through!! Oh well. Thanks for the review!!
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"Hey Banksie! What's with the long face?" I heard Russ ask from his corner of the change room. "You do realize we won, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah. It just kind of wore off is all."
Charlie stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. "Banks, what's up?"
I rolled my eyes. "You guys are so tired of this topic. . ."
The entire room groaned. "What happened now Banks? You skated over her foot?" Averman scoffed pulling his T-shirt over his head.
I rolled my eyes. "No. I just realized that Josie is going to be a Knight by the end of the week." I replied eying him angrily for making light of my situation.
Russ sat down and chuckled quietly to himself. "Yeah, I'm REEEALLY sorry that she's leaving . . ."
"Hey, shut up Russ." Portman growled. "You may not have liked her but it doesn't mean you can kick Banks when he's down."
"No, I didn't really know her, but I know for a fact she isn't leaving." Russ stated lounging on the bench and folding his hands behind his head.
My head jerked towards him. "What!"
He nodded. "You know I watch a lot of TV right?" Everyone nodded in agreement. He watched more TV than anyone we knew. "Well I've seen this scenario played out hundreds of times. The girl has to leave, tears, tears, tears and she either ends up staying or she leaves for a week and comes back."
Ken frowned. "You do realize this isn't TV right? This is real life. People do leave to go to different schools. Look at us, we all did. Hell, Jesse was awarded a scholarship and didn't come."
Russ rolled his eyes. For once Dwayne wasn't the only person that a concept went completely over his head. "Yeah but Banksie has already been through a lot; Josie too. Like Varsity, his wrist, the Hawks, his dad. And Josie, her partner and her parents." He shrugged and looked to the ground. "You guys just don't deserve that kind of pain."
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Josie gripped my hand as we walked away from the arena. For some reason she was completely silent as we ventured through the courtyard toward my dorm, where I would have to go to call a taxi for her (Gosh darn it . . . I forgot to charge my cell!), much to Averman's dismay. I looked over at her, and she seemed completely neutral, even though I HAD just made the winning shot against the team that was basically out to get me.
"Jose, you ok?" I asked quietly. I took in the silence of the grounds. The celebrating crowds were still in the arena watching the Varsity Game against the Knights.
She nodded silently. "Uh-huh." She stared straight ahead taking a breath in, and watching her breath form into a little cloud in front of her face.
I shook my head. "No, you're not. What is it?"
She shrugged. "It's nothing you can change, Adam." She replied looking over at me. "So let's not talk about it."
I stopped her. "Ok, how about we cut the crap and stop being all metaphorical and tell me, because a) I am your boyfriend and I'm here to help you get through all this stuff, and b) it really sucks that you are upset now, when we should be celebrating Eden Hall's big win."
"Well then let's go! Take me to where you celebrate your wins." She plastered on a quick smile in a feeble attempt to drop the subject.
I scoffed. "Nice try. How about you tell me now so I don't have to drag it out of you later?"
She rolled her eyes quickly. "While you were in the change room I began to think about after this week and how we'll celebrate all your wins and stuff, and I realized that . . ." She sighed and looked down at her shoes. "I'll be on the other team."
I smiled. "Josie! You'll never be one of them because you aren't going!"
"Adam! Will you stop saying that! I am going!" She yelped at me.
I shook my head. "No! You're not!"
"Why not!"
I gripped her other hand. "Just because you aren't! What's going to happen is that some weird twist of fate is going to occur and we are going to end up together, here at Eden Hall."
She blinked. "Why would that happen? My dad is completely set in his choices. He isn't going to give up Adam."
I smiled. "And neither are we."
"But Adam. . ."
"The Ducks will help." I cut her off. "We'll figure something out. Don't worry about it."
She blinked. "Pulling pranks on my father won't help, and after hearing about some of the ones they pulled last year, I suspect it would only make it worse."
I shrugged. "The Ducks can be very persuasive."
"Getting Portman and Fulton to threaten him won't help either Adam."
I frowned. "Come on Josie!" I laughed throwing an arm over her shoulder. "If you don't believe that we'll get through this, then we won't. You have to believe. Come on, trust me."
She sighed. "Ok. I trust you. But if I find out that Portman and Fulton are planning something on their own . . ."
I laughed. "Don't worry. Either myself or Charlie will be keeping a close eye on them."
"Charlie! Charlie Conway? You're kidding right!" Her jaw had dropped and was shaking her head violently. "No someone more like Kenny, with a level head, who isn't going to egg them on."
"Charlie wouldn't. . ." I stopped and actually thought about my response for a second. "Ok, yeah Charlie would egg them on. . ."
She smirked. "Thank you."
I rubbed her shoulder. "Ok, how about we go to my dorm and I call you a cab."
She smiled. "Ok I could call my dad and tell him I'm staying at my dorm so I can get to my exam extra early and we could have a change of plans ahead of time. . ."
I smiled. "As much as I would love that, I'm quite sure that Averman wouldn't be too happy about it."
"He doesn't like me much does he?" She commented as we neared my dormitory building.
"He just doesn't . . . know you well yet . . ." I explained as I stumbled over my words.
She shrugged. "Whatever. You can't please everyone. But I'm still staying in the dorms. I would rather deal with a gossip than a father who believes we're still in the middle ages."
"He's just worried." I replied kissing her temple.
"Of what? You corrupting me?" She scoffed. "Oh yeah. I'm going to be influenced by you to wear polo shirts and khakis."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Leave my clothes out of this."
She smiled. "I'm sorry. I love your khakis and polo shirts. Their so . . . so. . ."
I rolled my eyes. "Now you are just blatantly making fun of me."
"Ok, I'll stop." She sighed as we reached the large foyer. "I'm going to go now." She sighed. "You know to face the monster that lives in my room." She quickly kissed me and turned to leave. "But I might be back. I am not staying if she has a guy with her or her friends."
I shook my head. "She's at the game. Remember? Cheerleader?"
She made a quick face. "Oh could I forget? My room is covered in 'Warrior' merchandise she hasn't taken down."
I smirked and shook my head. "Good-night!"
She nodded and waved as she walked out the door.
Oh what a night. . .
~*~
Averman bounded into our room with more energy than a room full of kindergarteners.
"Banks!" He yelped as he crashed onto his bed, completely clad in our school colors wearing a huge 'Mighty Ducks' sweater, falling on top of a green and maroon pom-pom.
I looked up from my history book. "You look very. . . spirited. What did you do? Mug a cheerleader?"
He made a face. "No. I bought this stuff at the game. Varsity won you know."
I nodded. "That's nice." I replied, not interested. After my little visit to Varsity last year, I don't really give a shit what happens with them. I focus on my textbook again "You know we have exams tomorrow."
He nodded. "I don't. My business course had an in class exam. I have the whole day free, sucker . . ." He mocked kneeling on his bed trying to position the pom-pom on the head board.
"Lucky." I said under my breath. "Well just because you don't have an exam doesn't mean you can keep me up all night."
"Wouldn't want to take your girlfriend's job would I?" He replied sarcastically. "Where is the little hellion anyways?"
I shot a look over at him. "Josie is at her dorm. Where else would she be?"
"In your bed, in our washroom, in the hall, at the arena, in the change room, behind the bench, in the stands . . . anywhere you are or have been, basically." Averman listed quickly.
"You've been thinking that up all night, haven't you?" I rolled my eyes and closed my textbook. I knew the material. I wasn't in a panic because I hadn't been studying . . . unlike some people I know. . .
"No I haven't. I'm just sick and tired of walking in here and seeing you to all coupled up."
I cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you met a girl in detention. You know the one where you shoved me behind the door and kicked me out of the room?"
He rolled his eyes. "Turns out she wasn't as great as I thought." He shrugged. "Not that I didn't expect it; like I'm just some goony guy with red hair and glasses." He pushed back from the edge of his bed so he was leaning against the wall. "I'm not stupid Banksie. Girls fantasize over guys with leather jackets, and have blond hair and blue eyes, and yet are the captain of the football team, or hockey team or whatever; I get that; not some geek who sells tickets at the local movie theatre."
"You aren't a geek." I smirked. "Goony, sometimes, but geek, never. You're on the hockey team, you can't be a geek. You're a stereotypical jock." I replied in hopes of making him smile.
"Yeah I'm on the hockey team but everyone else on the hockey team is something else other than that." Averman started. "Julie is on the debate team, the school newspaper, art club and drama club and she plays the clarinet and next year she is taking the leadership course which guarantees her a spot on student government."
I rolled my eyes. "Julie is trying to get into Harvard, Yale or Brown University." I smirked. "It's impossible to compete with that."
He snorted. "Fine. What about Fulton?"
I frowned. "Fulton isn't in any clubs or teams other than Hockey and I think Portman and him have decided to become anarchists."
"Exactly!" Averman yelped throwing his hands in the air. "Both of the Bash Brothers are rebels. Therefore they are hockey SLASH rebels."
I blinked. "Have you been drinking caffeine because I think it's gone to your brain . . .?" I mumbled quietly.
"And Luis! He has his girls and his pick-up lines. He's a player. So he's a hockey SLASH player! Charlie he's the Captain so he's the person everyone identifies with. And Guy and Connie; they're the bickering couple and you're the prep and . . .!"
"Averman stop!" I yelped bringing my fingers to my temples. "You're speaking ten thousand words per second and you're making me dizzy."
He suddenly became very reserved and his waving, wild hands settled in his lap gently. I blinked nervously at him eying him carefully. I wasn't sure I liked this Averman either. I liked the regular rambling Averman who usually spoke of things that humored you.
I thought of what to say to this Averman. Usually, if he ever got into one of his moods, which barely ever happened, you cracked a joke and he was back to normal, rambling on and on about how he was convinced that the cafeteria ladies were cannibals and were out to get him and put him in the meatloaf. "Ok, comparing yourself to everyone else isn't going to get you anywhere. You have to look at yourself and give up these labels because they aren't helping you either."
He blinked. "I play hockey, but I'm no good at it. I look like a nerd, so I don't fit in with the jocks, but I don't get the best grades so I don't fit in with the nerds. I'm not in any clubs because they don't interest me and I definitely don't fit in with Portman and Fulton."
I rolled my eyes. "You're still labeling yourself and you are good at hockey. If you weren't you would be here now."
"Adam!" He yelped jumping off his bed and beginning to pace the room like a trapped lion. "We're in a prep school. Everyone has a label whether you like it or not. I however, somehow or another slipped through the cracks and became a loner with no friends other than the guys on my hockey team who have made other connections. They have networked with other people who have networked with other people, making everyone connected with someone else. I however am the lone person without anyone."
"How did this go from you not having a girl to you not having any friends, which is completely untrue?" I asked crossing my arms and shaking my head.
He glanced at me. "Because they are connected. No girl wants to date the loner guy."
I frowned. "Untrue. Lots of girls want to uncover the hidden secrets of the mysterious loner guy."
He collapsed on his bed. "Banks; look at me." He straightened his glasses. "I'm the farthest from mysterious that you can get. You're more mysterious than me."
I shook my head and grabbed my textbook. "You don't want help. That's your problem Averman."
"I came to you!" He yelped. "I wanted help! You are just giving me excuses."
I rolled my eyes as I re-opened my textbook to my page. "You want to put yourself down and are trying to explain to yourself why girls don't like you. If you do that you give yourself lower confidence and girls don't like guys with low confidence."
"You sound like a psychiatrist."
I shrugged. "My brother took a psychology class. Over the summer he told me that constantly. It was annoying as hell."
He grumbled something under his breath and walked to his closet. "I'm going to have another shower." He said grabbing a red, white and blue towel with Hendrix written across it. "The person behind me during the Varsity game had a problem with talking and not spitting."
I looked over my textbook and frowned. "Thanks. I really needed to know that." I grimaced and refocused on my studying.
He shrugged. "There is only one thing worse than warm spit, and that's cold spit."
I frowned again. "Yeah, I definitely needed to know that." I replied as he shut the door to our washroom.
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A/N: Yeah ok, that was completely filler until next chapter which I'm pretty sure that I'm going to skip the next couple days because I don't really have anything planned, unfortunately. Averman, I feel is always being overlooked as a character (same with Goldberg, Kenny, Dwayne and Russ) and they need to be put into a plot someplace because they are awesome characters and would make awesome stories if you tried or even sub- plots. We need more stories involving them!! Hm . . . I think that's about it so . . .
Shout outs!!
Shelbers- Hey! Actually the reason why you didn't review was because I couldn't write last chapter. I was a complete blank. I knew what I wanted to happen, I just couldn't write it. I hate it when that happens. I do that when I'm talking too. I start rambling on and on and then all of a sudden I forget what I was talking about and I just keep talking hoping it would come to me but it doesn't and I figure that if I keep talking people won't think that I have no clue what I'm talking about. *giggles* I'm a freak. And that was a huge run on sentence. You agree about my D2 opinion. Yeah I guess your right. The good guys do have to triumph over the bad guys, but I still think even though Disney is trying to make the stereotypical story (an awesome story. If it wasn't I wouldn't be writing right?) but I still think they should have followed the rules of hockey or something. Yeah all the Ducks say hi to Charlie and miss him!! Thanks for the review!!
Rachel- I know exactly how you feel about the typing thing. Sometimes I re- read my stories and I like, Oh My God! Was I high when I wrote this or what?? (this is in my notebooks. When I'm on the computer spell-check usually picks it up) *giggles* Thanks! I'm totally stoked about Monday! I can't wait to see him . . . hopefully I won't be a wuss (starts with a W!) and I'll actually talk to him. Ugh! I'm such a loser! You loved last chapter? Ugh! I hated the last one. I knew what I wanted to happen it just wouldn't come out. I was like 'NO!! Don't do this to me now!!!' However I did sort of like the ending. Banksie may be a prep, but preps can poke fun at themselves. (You're not the only one who wants to be involved in a Banksie sandwich. Think about it. Portman, Banks, and Fulton! *drools* I think I've died and gone to heaven!) Great! Be excited about the sequel. OH!! I like your title idea! I just might add to it though. I'm thinking . . . 'Don't Forget Us'. Maybe? What do you think? It is really hard! Ok I hate to say this but I'm actually considering 'series'. Like the 'Don't' series or something. I've come up with so many titles but none of them seemed to fit. Like 'Don't hesitate,' 'Don't Move', 'Don't Make Me', 'Don't Worry' etc. etc. etc. I think you helped me with the winner! You're amazing and thanks SOOO much!!
OreoLine00- You noticed that too!! Oh!! I didn't notice that Portman thing! Oh!! Weird!! That is creepy. Thanks for the pulling Josie out of the Mary Sue suggestions. However the 'Dr. Josie thing', as you put it, was basic first aid. I learned that from my coach while I skated so I figured that Josie would have too. You have to ice it and keep wrists/ankles moving or they get stiff and it hurts even more (and it does. I didn't do as my coach said and it hurt like hell the next morning.). But that's just my explanation of that. And I'll try and make sure that Orion isn't pushed around by Josie, because I totally get what you're talking about. However, I'm not sure but I think Orion will only make like one or two more appearances in my story so you wouldn't have to worry. Don't be scared to voice your opinion about my story, especially when it comes to my original characters. I don't want my character to be a Mary Sue (because I hate them with a passion) and I need your unbiased opinions on them. It helps if you have facts from the story like you did so I know exactly how to fix them. So thanks so much and tell me if I'm doing any better (or worse!) Thanks!!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- You loved last chapter! That's awesome!! Aw . . . no new reviewer for me. Oh well! I was sick too! But I stayed in school, like a good little student. *rolls eyes* Home school? Hm . . . I'd be careful when choosing that. Think about it, all alone at home with your parents, and no people to distract you from your work? I think I would rather survive my evil food and nutrition teacher than be home schooled but that's my opinion. But good for you if you choose it. Good Luck! Where Zero hit him was your favorite parts too? *gasps* creepy! You saw the movie three times? A woman clapped? *looks around* And I thought I was obsessed with the Mighty Ducks . . . *laughs* Kidding!! Yup! I love your name even more. I'm wishing I had picked a more creative name than the one I have now. Like ugh . . .! The sequel which will be really soon, would be up like two days after I finish this one. Maybe even sooner because I have like most of the story planned out already. I have like 4 scenes already written out in my handy-dandy black, dramatic 'Ducks Forever' notebook. I need to print out some pictures decorate the inside covers. *laughs* My friend's fish is named Phillip. He's so cute! That's weird, your nickel and my friend's goldfish have the same name. Did you ACTUALLY spend him? *giggles* Anyways later!!
Beaner- Your review wasn't sent to my hotmail inbox and I almost posted this without recognizing you. I was like hmm. . . Am I missing anyone? I would have been really upset if I forgot you. I would have cried. When ff.net blipped I was like, *pouts and tears up* "Nobody likes me anymore!!" And all the Ducks ran in to comfort me. And then I got really upset because I blanked out when I was trying to write the last chapter. I actually hate the beginning of the chapter. I like wrote it three times, hated all three beginnings and then I came up with last chapter and the only reason why I kept it was because I hadn't hit a road block and I had gotten through it. I like revised it, but I still hate it. I'm not too proud of this chapter either, but that's because it's filler. Ok I wanted to tell you something a while ago, but I kept forgetting. Ok, go to your Isn't Murder Fun Story Reviews. I wanted to tell you that I'm *Sugar&Spice*. It's one of my aliases. My e-mail addy is suga-rush07 (which has nothing to do with Dwayne by the way) and I use it sometimes when I'm not signed in. I'm not sure why but I thought you should know. Ok Anyways . . . Last week I had a 'Duck Moment' as you put it. I was sitting in French class during the announcements and out of nowhere they started playing 'We are the Champions'! I was like YES!!!!! I looked back at my friend Stace, who is also the person whom I sit over MSN discussing ideas (even though she didn't even SEEN the movies!!!! And she calls herself a hockey fan) telling me which ones kick butt and which ones stink like butt and we were like *GASP* (I told her that this song was like a major link to the movies). I had to burn my history notes. They were really bulky and were collecting dust in my room and were making my room smell musty. I had to. Yeah the story was kind of pointless but that's ok. I don't know why but I have memorized facts that have no point to them Like I know for a fact that on average one person per year dies from a vending machine falling on them and that you are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a shark. See? Pointless, but funny. *giggles* Your entire review did go through!! Oh well. Thanks for the review!!
Ok!! That's about it!!
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