I don't own the mighty ducks

THEY SAY THAT OPPOSITTES ATTRACT- CHAPTER TWO

WARNING- There's some mild violence and major language in this chapter. If that offends anyone I'm sorry.

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PORTMANS POV

The phone rang quite a few times before someone picked up. Someone finally picked up the phone, and didn't sound very happy.

"Hello, Banks residence."

"Uh, hi, is Adam home?"

"Yes, he's home, but I'm on an important call and he's doing his homework. I suggest you call back later. Preferably after nine, that way I won't have to deal with you."

After that I heard the phone click. They hung up on me. "Well, that was harsh. What the hell is wrong with that guy. "His Khaki pants must be too tight." I chuckled to myself. I decided to just go to the address on the paper. I wasn't getting anywhere from calling. I might as well go to his house and ask in person. I know that he's home from the uptight shit I talked to on the phone.

As I was walking to Adam's house, I realized I had never actually been to his house. I had been to all the other Ducks places, but not Adams. It made me start to think. Have any of the Ducks been to his house, weird.

I finally got to his house. I had to switch buses twice and walk quite a distance to get to it. I looked up at the sprawling driveway, the well kept yard, and the huge house. It was majestic. "Wow, He really is a rich boy, isn't he?" I was about to ring the doorbell, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Excuse me, Can I help you?" a small Hispanic, older looking woman said behind me. I smiled a little. I must have looked really weird just staring at their house. "Yeah, I'm looking for Adam. I'm on the Ducks with him."

Her face lit up at the mention of Adam's name. "Sure, come on in, Adam's probably in his room doing his homework. I'm Rosalind, but you can call me Rosie if you want to."

I nodded. She opened the door to the huge house, and as soon as I walked in I felt like I was out of place. The house was beautiful. It must have been like a dream growing up here. It's like being on vacation every day. I think after seeing this I like Banksie even less for how perfect his life is.

Just then a door opened, and a woman came out of the room screaming obscenities behind her. She had a bottle of hard liquor in one hand. She came stumbling into the room.

"Phillip, Just get the f**k out of here and go f**k your slut girlfriend. You're such a sick bastard. This is all bullshit. I'm sick of this marriage. I'm sick of being a mother. I'm so fucking done with the whole thing. Fuck anyone you want, I don't care anymore.

"Grace, you're such a nasty bitch drunk. I'm too god damned busy for this shit right now. Go pass out somewhere."

I was just staring with my eyes wide open. Rosie gave me a smile and led me up the stairs. As we were walking up the stairs, I heard a crash. I turned around. Apparently she had thrown a bottle at him. He ducked and it hit the wall.

He ran up to her and slapped her across the face. "Stupid bitch, don't ever forget who calls the shots in this house. You ever pull shit like that again, you'll regret it."

I turned away and followed Rosie. Why was she so unfazed by all of this. We got upstairs and she pointed a door out to me. "This is Adams room." She pounded on the door. "You have to knock loud. He always puts on his headphones when they fight." She smiled at me.

The door opened, and there was Adam, with headphones cranked extremely loud. He looked more normal than usual. He had on a pair of jeans and a t- shirt. I've never seen Adam in a t-shirt. He turned off his headphones.

"Hey Rosie, what's up?" He cringed as he heard the screaming coming from downstairs. Then he noticed me. He looked puzzled. "Portman? Uh hey, come on in."

"Do you boys want something to drink?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah, You can bring up a couple of cokes if you want, thanks Rosebud" Adam said with a big smile.

"So, I must admit, I'm really surprised to see you here. Out of all the Ducks, you're probably the last one I'd expect to see. I'm sorry about the fighting, you shouldn't have had to see that."

"Were they your parents, the two that were fighting?"

"Yeah, they're my parents. Rosie practically raised me though. It's funny, her title is actually housekeeper. I prefer to call her live in, sensible, loving adult.

"Is that why none of the Ducks have been here?"

"There are a whole list of reasons. My parents fighting is one of the main ones. It's nothing against any of you guys. There are a lot of issues. I just don't want to be the center of controversy and attention." Adam took a deep breath andpaused for minute. "Look Dean, I know we're not that close, but can ask you to keep what you just saw a secret? The Ducks, hockey, and Eden are my escapes from this place. I wouldn't want to have to deal with all of this there too."

"Yeah man, I understand, I can keep a secret. Dude, I'm sorry, I had no idea. I just thought your life was perfect."

"Nobodies life is perfect. It feels kind of good to have a Duck at my house. Do you want a tour, Come on."

We both got up and Adam proceeded to give me a tour of the upstairs. There was still screaming and crying coming from downstairs. Adam was just ignoring it. He showed me a bunch of bedrooms. We didn't go into his parents' bedroom, but he showed me his older brothers bedroom. He explained that his older brother had escaped to New York for college. There was hockey stuff all over the room, posters, trophies, and framed jerseys.

"Are you sure this isn't your room. Are you his clone or something?"

He laughed, "No, I did get my interest in hockey from him. He's five years older than me. Whenever things would get bad he would take me to the pond or the rink to skate. Skating progressed into hockey. He was so good at it. He was awesome, but he quit. My dad started to put way to much pressure on him. He couldn't handle it. He said it wasn't fun for him anymore."

We went back to Adams room after that. Rosie had brought our cokes back and had put them on the table in Adams room. Adam had a really nice room. It was big. He had a laptop, pretty big T.V., all the stuff you could want. The room was adorned with hockey stuff, of course. He had jerseys hung on the wall, and trophies in a case. I glanced over at the clock and realized that I have to call coach back soon with an answer.

"Uh, Adam, Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, go ahead." He looked a little taken back. I had never called him Adam. I hardly ever even call him Banksie. It's usually rich boy, preppy, moneybags, and those are the nicer ones.

"Um, I need a tutor in order to keep playing hockey. The only one the teachers would agree to was you. It's stupid and lame. If you want more details you can talk to coach. I just need to do two extra credit projects to bring my grades up."

"Sure, get the details of what you need to get done and we'll figure it out. The only warning I have for you is if I tutor you, it will have to be here. My parents have a hefty list of rules. One of the rules being that I have to be home when I have no said plans. That way I don't get into any trouble with my delinquent friends." He said rolling his eyes.

"Ok, thanks man, I'm sure I can handle your family. It takes a lot scare me off. I gotta call coach and let him know. Where's the phone, man."

"Here, use my cell. I don't want my father to get pissed."

I called the coach and told him the good news. He was glad that it was taken care of. Adam and I hung out for about an hour. I decided to head back to the dorms after that. Adam walked me down to the door. The fighting had stopped, and there were no parents in sight. We were just about to get to the door, his father yelled for him from the other room.

"Adam, get in here!"

He rolled his eyes so only I could see it, and said that he would talk to me in school tomorrow about a tutoring schedule. We said goodbye and I left realizing that Adam Banks was a mystery. I thought I had him all figured out. I don't know him at all. Not one of the Ducks do.

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