The main foyer was oddly silent except for the sounds of shoes hitting the
marble floors. Eden Hall was absolutely beautiful, especially at night. A
little creepy yes, seeing it was a school and schools, by definition have
halls filled with chatter and laughter, and during the day, Eden Hall was
no exception, but when the darkness fell upon the halls, and the rooms
dimmed; sereneness took over. Charlie and I approached our silent hockey
team whose eyes were all directed at Coach Orion who stood near the
library, speaking very quietly to Dean Buckley.
"Hey, what's this all about?" Charlie asked eying Dean Buckley.
Everyone shrugged, their eyes not straying from them. Charlie exchanged glances with me and followed suit with the rest of the team. I did the same, however, falling towards the back of the group. After my little 'chat' with Dean Buckley over the article in the underground newspaper that floats around the school, he seemed to be watching me very carefully also. He would pop into my classes, you would see him sneaking around the bleachers in the arena, and quite often I would see him in the halls in between periods, following me with his eyes. Not that he didn't have the right to, of course; he is the Dean of the school after all.
Coach Orion nodded and Dean Buckley quickly escaped into the library, leaving us all in the aura of him. The sound of Coach's black loafers hitting the marble echoed through the hall, making shivers travel up and down my spine as if someone was rubbing ice cubes down my back. "Team." He greeted us.
We all looked around at each other. "Coach." Charlie seemed to be the voice of the Ducks. He seemed a little hesitant though.
He blinked. "Why is everyone so jumpy right now?" He asked suspiciously of us all. "You aren't in trouble are you?"
Everyone shook their head, except for Portman and Fulton. "Detention." They explained quickly echoing each other.
Orion nodded. "Well I just wanted to call you all down because I wanted to talk about your off season training a head of time." He explained. "But you all seemed to be a little nervous when you got here."
"Why couldn't you have told us that at the next practice?" Julie asked from her place beside Charlie.
"I do have a family you know." Orion replied. "A wife, a daughter, a son on the way . . . you guys aren't my life you know, just my job."
"We love you too Coach!" Averman kidded from someplace in the middle of the group.
The team laughed a little breaking the silence that hung over the group. "Sounds like Coach has been getting busy!!" Russ joked, setting off hoots and cat calls from the Bash Brothers.
"Alright, alright, alright!" Orion yelped trying his best to silence the group all the while a blush crept onto his cheeks. "I wanted to tell you guys you're joining the track team!"
The group got deathly silent again.
"Track team?" Goldberg asked. "You mean as in running?"
Orion nodded. "Yes, you're hockey players, I'm pretty sure you can sprint."
Goldberg laughed at that. "But Coach, some of us aren't exactly built for running."
Averman nodded. "I don't believe in running unless I'm being chased by a pit bull."
"Some of us have that type of experience already. . ." Charlie murmured. I could tell he was thinking about his first day of grade nine. What a day to remember. . .
"Goldberg, you have two legs and feet connected to those legs, right?" Coach asked in all seriousness.
Goldberg frowned and looked down at his legs and pretended to count them and think about it. "Yeah. . ."
"Then you were built for running and Averman, if you run track, if you ever do get chased by a pit bull, you'll out run it."
Averman and Goldberg frowned, knowing they weren't getting out of this.
"We didn't have to run track last year!" Connie replied pouting. Connie was a winter sport kind of girl. She wasn't too fond of actually having to run in the hot sun.
Coach scoffed. "Well last year I wasn't coaching the track team. Turns out the last Track Coach moved to Tahiti last week and is refusing to return. I've been given the job and to be on the hockey team, you have to run track. My requirement, not the board's; so don't even think about objecting."
Kenny frowned. "How far do we have to run as a minimum? Are we talking 100 meter dash or are we doing the 1800 here?"
Orion shrugged. "Haven't decided. I expect you all in the gym the Wednesday after Christmas holidays, after school for our first run."
The team groaned. Turns out most of us aren't the running type.
"Dismissed."
Sighing I turned back to the main doors and began my trek towards the boys dorms for another restful night of not being in my father's house.
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I groaned as my alarm went off and looked around the bright room and sat up sighing. Boxes. How I hated them.
I tossed my covers off me and walked towards the door grabbing a red marker off my desk and looking at the hockey calendar that was posted on the back of the door and crossed off Thursday. I tossed the marker back onto my desk and stared at the big red circle around Friday. Josie was leaving after all and so was I.
I turned around and grabbed a pair of khakis off a hanger and grabbed a green polo, pulling it quickly over my head and turning towards the washroom.
"Hey Adam."
I screamed and spun around staring my brother in the face. "Jay! What the hell are you doing in my dorm room, much less my washroom?!" I shoved him quickly motioning towards the door. "Get out!"
He smirked. "Gotta tinkle?" He laughed.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "No! Not that it's any of your business!"
He rolled his eyes. "I was just kidding! Jesus, Adam what climbed up your ass and died?"
I heard Averman groan and toss over in his bed. I sighed and reached for my toothbrush. "Would you be quiet Jacob? My roommate is still asleep you know."
"No one calls me Jacob except for mom so shut-up numb nuts!" He yelled as I slammed the door to the washroom.
I groaned as I smeared toothpaste across the bristles of my toothbrush. I wasn't expecting Jay until after lunch and I wasn't equipped to be around with him now. Usually I had time to mentally prepare myself to force myself to hangout with my over-achieving brother of mine.
"Dad said he was coming later today! Probably at lunch to be sure you have packed everything up!" Jacob yelled through the door. "So if I were you I would pack up or dispose of any porn that you don't want him or mother to see."
I rolled my eyes. "Unlike you, I don't objectify women. That is completely disgusting." I yelled at him between spits.
"Freak." He yelped back. "Unless of course you're gay which I could totally see in you."
I opened the door to the washroom after putting on my pants. "Go screw yourself Jay." I replied noticing he was sitting on my bed going through my stuff. "Hey hands off!"
He rolled his eyes as he put down an academic achievement award and picked up a book and began flipping through it. "Oh please Adam, as if you could do anything to stop me. I have to pack up your stuff anyways."
"I wish you didn't." I grumbled as I forced him off the bed and began to make it, pulling the sheet taught and grabbing the comforter that I had tossed off me in the middle of the night.
"You and me both." He groaned. "I could be at the pool hall hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no, I have to help my dorky little brother pack up his stuff from school because he decided to mess with one of dad's friend's daughters and got caught. Good job numb nuts." He said pushing me over and sitting at the edge of Averman's bed ignoring the fact that Averman was still in it.
I rolled my eyes. "What friends? All your friends decided to go away to college and make something of themselves; while you go and drink all dad's money away."
Jay ignored my comment and looked over at Averman. "Your roommate could sleep through anything. He's like the living dead or something."
I shook my head and straightened the pillows at the top of my bed. "Obviously."
Jay refocused on me. "Why did you make that? We're going to have to pack it up anyways idiot." He replied referring to my bed.
I took a breath. "Because, we may not get to it before dad comes and I don't want to get in shit because I didn't make my bed this morning."
"Brown-noser." He spat back at me. "You're a pathetic little brown-noser who has to look good in your daddy's eyes. You're despicable."
I sighed and sat on my bed. "And you're one to talk. Dad made you go to Columbia because that's where he wanted to go when he was your age and he picked what you would study too! You still play tennis and soccer even though you obviously hate it and you do everything that dad says when he asks you to, like today! You didn't want to come here and help me but you did. I'm pathetic? You're the pathetic one here!"
My brother's eyes bulged and he lunged at me kicking Averman as he jumped on top of me reaching for my neck.
Averman awoke suddenly just in time to help me pry Jay off of me.
"Hey! What's going on here?!" Averman yelped standing between Jay who was scowling and me, who was rubbing my neck. "Who is this?" He asked suspiciously pointing at my brother.
"That's my brother, Jacob. Averman, Jay. Jay Averman." I introduced hoarsely.
Averman did a quick wave. "Hey. Ok, why were you strangling my roommate?"
I chuckled at this comment although Jay took it in complete seriousness. "Don't you have a younger brother?" He asked playfully as he sat beside me and tossed an arm over my shoulder and pulled me down in a tight headlock grinding his knuckles and class ring into my scalp. "I was just messing with him!"
I yelped in pain and Jay quickly let me go. I rubbed the back of my head and eyed him carefully. "Yup, good ol' Jay. Always the kidder." I grumbled as I pushed myself off the bed and flattened my hair.
"And baby Adam, always the stick in the mud." Jay replied stretching out on my bed and grabbing a hockey puck off the headboard. "Think fast baby." He tossed it at me, barely missing my head, feeling the whoosh of air speed past my ear.
I frowned and picked the puck off the ground that had hit the wall with a thud and landed on the ground.
Averman eyed us both settling on the edge of his bed. I wasn't sure if it was because he believed this was the good happy relationship my brother and I had, or if he didn't want to become the target. He blinked nervously at us both.
"Baby, start packing. I want to be home before six. I have a date tonight with the Nelson girl up the street." My brother stated closing his eyes and resting one of his hands on his stomach the other on his forehead.
I sighed and pulled a suitcase from my closet and set it on the floor. "Stop calling me that." I murmured as I grabbed a shirt and folded it up.
It was going to be a long day of packing.
~*~
"Come on Adam! Hurry up and get that in the car! I'm starving!"
I eyed Jay angrily. Some help he was. He ordered me what to pack next and either sat by the car, or on my bed.
"Come on Baby!!" He yelped. "It's noon and I'm hungry and I don't want to go into the cafeteria alone!"
I rolled my eyes. "Why not? You're a big boy. You know how to pay for your own food." I grunted as I hoisted my second suitcase of clothes into the trunk of my father's Envoy.
My brother rolled his eyes as if I were the stupidest person on the planet. "A University student going into a high school cafeteria? As if. I didn't even go into there when I was enrolled at this school." He scoffed.
I sighed as I leaned against the bumper of the SUV. My brother was a) spoiled and b) a snob. And to think, once upon a time I a) wanted to be like him and b) was on my way to becoming him. I looked up to the sky and smiled. Thank God for Bombay and the Ducks. If it weren't for them, I would have been the biggest jerk since . . . my brother.
"Hey Banksie!"
I looked up at the steps up to the dormitory and smiled as most of the males on my hockey team were crowded around the doors.
My brother sneered and rolled his eyes. "Friends of yours?" He groaned.
I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Hey guys!" I greeted them as they came down the steps towards the Envoy.
Portman made a quick face. "Man it sucks you have to live at home, dude."
I nodded. "Tell me about it. But it has to be done." I sighed.
My brother huffed once and shook his head pushing off the bumper and walking towards the driver's seat to grab something.
"He doesn't like us much, does he?" Luis smirked watching my brother as he dug around the console for a CD or something.
I shrugged. "Yup. I still think it has something to do with the Hawks."
The original Ducks nodded while the rest shrugged it off. It wasn't really a secret, just something we didn't talk about. I guess it was basically understood that it was the past and needed to be kept there.
"Need any help?" Fulton asked quietly.
I shrugged. "Do you guys have time?"
Everyone looked at each other and shrugged. "We got nothing else to do." Charlie spoke for them all.
I sighed. Yes, moving me out of the dorms would be oh so fun on a Friday afternoon. . .
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A/N: Gah!! Filler sorta . . . again!!! I'm so tired of it! I want to strangle myself because it's so boring!! Next chapter I swear will be the more interesting part!! This chapter, I was partially prepping for the sequel (Orion stuff) and prepping for the next chapter (Jay stuff and moving stuff and soon to be Josie stuff). I'm pretty sure next chapter will be the last chapter. I KNOW!!! The LAST chapter! How sad is that?? *tears and whimpers* *Ducks crowd around her and give her a big hug* *author sniffles and is unable to continue and hands over keyboard to Adam and Fulton*
Shout outs!!
Beanzie- Adam: "Hey Katie!! Katie would say hey, but, she's mourning the loss of this . . . *turns to Fulton* what would this be? It's almost 50 chapters!! A Novella? A book?" Fulton: *shrugs* "Don't know. Katie went completely crazy with this story! Who writes over 50 chapters in like three months??" Adam: *shrugs* "Katie does I guess. Anyways, Katie wanted me to address the issue of Charlie's speech last chapter. Katie's theory of why he knows so much is because he's really close to his mom and he just *knows* these things. However, he still is a guy and makes stupid mistakes despite the fact he *knows* these things. Makes sense? It didn't to me but I'm a guy so. . ." Fulton: "Katie said she liked Orion a lot too, but she says she likes Bombay and Orion about the same, although she likes writing Orion better. She said that Bombay tries to be funny and Orion just . . . is. Or something. I just think he's a hard-ass, but then again, I'm part of his team so. . ." Adam: "Katie's excited that Joc is reading her story and invites her to print out her story (disperse it!!! Advertise!! Katie has all rights to this story though!!) and is wondering what chapter she is on. Katie says that she read some stuff by Cream-Cheese-Girl before and she liked it. She just can't remember if she reviewed." Fulton: "She probably didn't. She's bad at remembering to!" Adam: "Anyways, be on the look-out for Duck moments and she'll be writing soon!!"
SqUiDsLiLpYrO: Fulton: "Hey this is the girl that Katie really likes her name! I read that book too!! Amazing!! *coughs* anyways . . . She was thinking about asking around, but then again, she remembered that, that's what reviews are for!!" Adam: *nods* "Katie also said that you should do your homework so you have more time in the future to review her!!!"
Rachel- Adam: "Katie was wondering if she sent you a Duck or not. She can't remember. Did she? Well, now your options are a little low on which you can choose. I think you can have Averman, Goldberg, Russ, Dwayne, or Kenny. She said she was really sorry for not offering you one sooner!" Fulton: *nods* "She realized it and was really upset. Anyways, about your review, she said she wasn't happy with last chapter either, so she doesn't mind that the last one wasn't your favorite. Which one was your favorite?" Adam: "Fulton! Stay on task! We like her one liners too! She's good at them. I'm not sure how she does it." Fulton: "I'm not sure she knows." Adam: "True." Fulton: "I agree; you guys are brilliant! I have been trying to help Katie with the title all week and we came up with nothing. You first try and you got it. I envy you." Adam: "She hopes you like this chapter more than the last and hopes to hear from you soon!!"
~Toodles!!
KatieGurl!
"Hey, what's this all about?" Charlie asked eying Dean Buckley.
Everyone shrugged, their eyes not straying from them. Charlie exchanged glances with me and followed suit with the rest of the team. I did the same, however, falling towards the back of the group. After my little 'chat' with Dean Buckley over the article in the underground newspaper that floats around the school, he seemed to be watching me very carefully also. He would pop into my classes, you would see him sneaking around the bleachers in the arena, and quite often I would see him in the halls in between periods, following me with his eyes. Not that he didn't have the right to, of course; he is the Dean of the school after all.
Coach Orion nodded and Dean Buckley quickly escaped into the library, leaving us all in the aura of him. The sound of Coach's black loafers hitting the marble echoed through the hall, making shivers travel up and down my spine as if someone was rubbing ice cubes down my back. "Team." He greeted us.
We all looked around at each other. "Coach." Charlie seemed to be the voice of the Ducks. He seemed a little hesitant though.
He blinked. "Why is everyone so jumpy right now?" He asked suspiciously of us all. "You aren't in trouble are you?"
Everyone shook their head, except for Portman and Fulton. "Detention." They explained quickly echoing each other.
Orion nodded. "Well I just wanted to call you all down because I wanted to talk about your off season training a head of time." He explained. "But you all seemed to be a little nervous when you got here."
"Why couldn't you have told us that at the next practice?" Julie asked from her place beside Charlie.
"I do have a family you know." Orion replied. "A wife, a daughter, a son on the way . . . you guys aren't my life you know, just my job."
"We love you too Coach!" Averman kidded from someplace in the middle of the group.
The team laughed a little breaking the silence that hung over the group. "Sounds like Coach has been getting busy!!" Russ joked, setting off hoots and cat calls from the Bash Brothers.
"Alright, alright, alright!" Orion yelped trying his best to silence the group all the while a blush crept onto his cheeks. "I wanted to tell you guys you're joining the track team!"
The group got deathly silent again.
"Track team?" Goldberg asked. "You mean as in running?"
Orion nodded. "Yes, you're hockey players, I'm pretty sure you can sprint."
Goldberg laughed at that. "But Coach, some of us aren't exactly built for running."
Averman nodded. "I don't believe in running unless I'm being chased by a pit bull."
"Some of us have that type of experience already. . ." Charlie murmured. I could tell he was thinking about his first day of grade nine. What a day to remember. . .
"Goldberg, you have two legs and feet connected to those legs, right?" Coach asked in all seriousness.
Goldberg frowned and looked down at his legs and pretended to count them and think about it. "Yeah. . ."
"Then you were built for running and Averman, if you run track, if you ever do get chased by a pit bull, you'll out run it."
Averman and Goldberg frowned, knowing they weren't getting out of this.
"We didn't have to run track last year!" Connie replied pouting. Connie was a winter sport kind of girl. She wasn't too fond of actually having to run in the hot sun.
Coach scoffed. "Well last year I wasn't coaching the track team. Turns out the last Track Coach moved to Tahiti last week and is refusing to return. I've been given the job and to be on the hockey team, you have to run track. My requirement, not the board's; so don't even think about objecting."
Kenny frowned. "How far do we have to run as a minimum? Are we talking 100 meter dash or are we doing the 1800 here?"
Orion shrugged. "Haven't decided. I expect you all in the gym the Wednesday after Christmas holidays, after school for our first run."
The team groaned. Turns out most of us aren't the running type.
"Dismissed."
Sighing I turned back to the main doors and began my trek towards the boys dorms for another restful night of not being in my father's house.
~*~
I groaned as my alarm went off and looked around the bright room and sat up sighing. Boxes. How I hated them.
I tossed my covers off me and walked towards the door grabbing a red marker off my desk and looking at the hockey calendar that was posted on the back of the door and crossed off Thursday. I tossed the marker back onto my desk and stared at the big red circle around Friday. Josie was leaving after all and so was I.
I turned around and grabbed a pair of khakis off a hanger and grabbed a green polo, pulling it quickly over my head and turning towards the washroom.
"Hey Adam."
I screamed and spun around staring my brother in the face. "Jay! What the hell are you doing in my dorm room, much less my washroom?!" I shoved him quickly motioning towards the door. "Get out!"
He smirked. "Gotta tinkle?" He laughed.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "No! Not that it's any of your business!"
He rolled his eyes. "I was just kidding! Jesus, Adam what climbed up your ass and died?"
I heard Averman groan and toss over in his bed. I sighed and reached for my toothbrush. "Would you be quiet Jacob? My roommate is still asleep you know."
"No one calls me Jacob except for mom so shut-up numb nuts!" He yelled as I slammed the door to the washroom.
I groaned as I smeared toothpaste across the bristles of my toothbrush. I wasn't expecting Jay until after lunch and I wasn't equipped to be around with him now. Usually I had time to mentally prepare myself to force myself to hangout with my over-achieving brother of mine.
"Dad said he was coming later today! Probably at lunch to be sure you have packed everything up!" Jacob yelled through the door. "So if I were you I would pack up or dispose of any porn that you don't want him or mother to see."
I rolled my eyes. "Unlike you, I don't objectify women. That is completely disgusting." I yelled at him between spits.
"Freak." He yelped back. "Unless of course you're gay which I could totally see in you."
I opened the door to the washroom after putting on my pants. "Go screw yourself Jay." I replied noticing he was sitting on my bed going through my stuff. "Hey hands off!"
He rolled his eyes as he put down an academic achievement award and picked up a book and began flipping through it. "Oh please Adam, as if you could do anything to stop me. I have to pack up your stuff anyways."
"I wish you didn't." I grumbled as I forced him off the bed and began to make it, pulling the sheet taught and grabbing the comforter that I had tossed off me in the middle of the night.
"You and me both." He groaned. "I could be at the pool hall hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no, I have to help my dorky little brother pack up his stuff from school because he decided to mess with one of dad's friend's daughters and got caught. Good job numb nuts." He said pushing me over and sitting at the edge of Averman's bed ignoring the fact that Averman was still in it.
I rolled my eyes. "What friends? All your friends decided to go away to college and make something of themselves; while you go and drink all dad's money away."
Jay ignored my comment and looked over at Averman. "Your roommate could sleep through anything. He's like the living dead or something."
I shook my head and straightened the pillows at the top of my bed. "Obviously."
Jay refocused on me. "Why did you make that? We're going to have to pack it up anyways idiot." He replied referring to my bed.
I took a breath. "Because, we may not get to it before dad comes and I don't want to get in shit because I didn't make my bed this morning."
"Brown-noser." He spat back at me. "You're a pathetic little brown-noser who has to look good in your daddy's eyes. You're despicable."
I sighed and sat on my bed. "And you're one to talk. Dad made you go to Columbia because that's where he wanted to go when he was your age and he picked what you would study too! You still play tennis and soccer even though you obviously hate it and you do everything that dad says when he asks you to, like today! You didn't want to come here and help me but you did. I'm pathetic? You're the pathetic one here!"
My brother's eyes bulged and he lunged at me kicking Averman as he jumped on top of me reaching for my neck.
Averman awoke suddenly just in time to help me pry Jay off of me.
"Hey! What's going on here?!" Averman yelped standing between Jay who was scowling and me, who was rubbing my neck. "Who is this?" He asked suspiciously pointing at my brother.
"That's my brother, Jacob. Averman, Jay. Jay Averman." I introduced hoarsely.
Averman did a quick wave. "Hey. Ok, why were you strangling my roommate?"
I chuckled at this comment although Jay took it in complete seriousness. "Don't you have a younger brother?" He asked playfully as he sat beside me and tossed an arm over my shoulder and pulled me down in a tight headlock grinding his knuckles and class ring into my scalp. "I was just messing with him!"
I yelped in pain and Jay quickly let me go. I rubbed the back of my head and eyed him carefully. "Yup, good ol' Jay. Always the kidder." I grumbled as I pushed myself off the bed and flattened my hair.
"And baby Adam, always the stick in the mud." Jay replied stretching out on my bed and grabbing a hockey puck off the headboard. "Think fast baby." He tossed it at me, barely missing my head, feeling the whoosh of air speed past my ear.
I frowned and picked the puck off the ground that had hit the wall with a thud and landed on the ground.
Averman eyed us both settling on the edge of his bed. I wasn't sure if it was because he believed this was the good happy relationship my brother and I had, or if he didn't want to become the target. He blinked nervously at us both.
"Baby, start packing. I want to be home before six. I have a date tonight with the Nelson girl up the street." My brother stated closing his eyes and resting one of his hands on his stomach the other on his forehead.
I sighed and pulled a suitcase from my closet and set it on the floor. "Stop calling me that." I murmured as I grabbed a shirt and folded it up.
It was going to be a long day of packing.
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"Come on Adam! Hurry up and get that in the car! I'm starving!"
I eyed Jay angrily. Some help he was. He ordered me what to pack next and either sat by the car, or on my bed.
"Come on Baby!!" He yelped. "It's noon and I'm hungry and I don't want to go into the cafeteria alone!"
I rolled my eyes. "Why not? You're a big boy. You know how to pay for your own food." I grunted as I hoisted my second suitcase of clothes into the trunk of my father's Envoy.
My brother rolled his eyes as if I were the stupidest person on the planet. "A University student going into a high school cafeteria? As if. I didn't even go into there when I was enrolled at this school." He scoffed.
I sighed as I leaned against the bumper of the SUV. My brother was a) spoiled and b) a snob. And to think, once upon a time I a) wanted to be like him and b) was on my way to becoming him. I looked up to the sky and smiled. Thank God for Bombay and the Ducks. If it weren't for them, I would have been the biggest jerk since . . . my brother.
"Hey Banksie!"
I looked up at the steps up to the dormitory and smiled as most of the males on my hockey team were crowded around the doors.
My brother sneered and rolled his eyes. "Friends of yours?" He groaned.
I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Hey guys!" I greeted them as they came down the steps towards the Envoy.
Portman made a quick face. "Man it sucks you have to live at home, dude."
I nodded. "Tell me about it. But it has to be done." I sighed.
My brother huffed once and shook his head pushing off the bumper and walking towards the driver's seat to grab something.
"He doesn't like us much, does he?" Luis smirked watching my brother as he dug around the console for a CD or something.
I shrugged. "Yup. I still think it has something to do with the Hawks."
The original Ducks nodded while the rest shrugged it off. It wasn't really a secret, just something we didn't talk about. I guess it was basically understood that it was the past and needed to be kept there.
"Need any help?" Fulton asked quietly.
I shrugged. "Do you guys have time?"
Everyone looked at each other and shrugged. "We got nothing else to do." Charlie spoke for them all.
I sighed. Yes, moving me out of the dorms would be oh so fun on a Friday afternoon. . .
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A/N: Gah!! Filler sorta . . . again!!! I'm so tired of it! I want to strangle myself because it's so boring!! Next chapter I swear will be the more interesting part!! This chapter, I was partially prepping for the sequel (Orion stuff) and prepping for the next chapter (Jay stuff and moving stuff and soon to be Josie stuff). I'm pretty sure next chapter will be the last chapter. I KNOW!!! The LAST chapter! How sad is that?? *tears and whimpers* *Ducks crowd around her and give her a big hug* *author sniffles and is unable to continue and hands over keyboard to Adam and Fulton*
Shout outs!!
Beanzie- Adam: "Hey Katie!! Katie would say hey, but, she's mourning the loss of this . . . *turns to Fulton* what would this be? It's almost 50 chapters!! A Novella? A book?" Fulton: *shrugs* "Don't know. Katie went completely crazy with this story! Who writes over 50 chapters in like three months??" Adam: *shrugs* "Katie does I guess. Anyways, Katie wanted me to address the issue of Charlie's speech last chapter. Katie's theory of why he knows so much is because he's really close to his mom and he just *knows* these things. However, he still is a guy and makes stupid mistakes despite the fact he *knows* these things. Makes sense? It didn't to me but I'm a guy so. . ." Fulton: "Katie said she liked Orion a lot too, but she says she likes Bombay and Orion about the same, although she likes writing Orion better. She said that Bombay tries to be funny and Orion just . . . is. Or something. I just think he's a hard-ass, but then again, I'm part of his team so. . ." Adam: "Katie's excited that Joc is reading her story and invites her to print out her story (disperse it!!! Advertise!! Katie has all rights to this story though!!) and is wondering what chapter she is on. Katie says that she read some stuff by Cream-Cheese-Girl before and she liked it. She just can't remember if she reviewed." Fulton: "She probably didn't. She's bad at remembering to!" Adam: "Anyways, be on the look-out for Duck moments and she'll be writing soon!!"
SqUiDsLiLpYrO: Fulton: "Hey this is the girl that Katie really likes her name! I read that book too!! Amazing!! *coughs* anyways . . . She was thinking about asking around, but then again, she remembered that, that's what reviews are for!!" Adam: *nods* "Katie also said that you should do your homework so you have more time in the future to review her!!!"
Rachel- Adam: "Katie was wondering if she sent you a Duck or not. She can't remember. Did she? Well, now your options are a little low on which you can choose. I think you can have Averman, Goldberg, Russ, Dwayne, or Kenny. She said she was really sorry for not offering you one sooner!" Fulton: *nods* "She realized it and was really upset. Anyways, about your review, she said she wasn't happy with last chapter either, so she doesn't mind that the last one wasn't your favorite. Which one was your favorite?" Adam: "Fulton! Stay on task! We like her one liners too! She's good at them. I'm not sure how she does it." Fulton: "I'm not sure she knows." Adam: "True." Fulton: "I agree; you guys are brilliant! I have been trying to help Katie with the title all week and we came up with nothing. You first try and you got it. I envy you." Adam: "She hopes you like this chapter more than the last and hopes to hear from you soon!!"
~Toodles!!
KatieGurl!