Authors Notes
First, I watched Access Hollywood a couple of nights ago, and they were doing a story on the upcoming Batman movie. They said there were a few actors trying to get the part. One of them was Joshua Jackson. It would be pretty cool to have Charlie as Batman.
I couldn't remember if Larson had a first name in the movies, I don't think he did. I decided to name him Scott, because I have a good friend named Scott. If he has a name in the movie, let me know and I'll change it.
Thank you, to all the people who reviewed, reviews make me so happy.
PERCUSSION- Thanks for the review, I'm glad that you like the story, and that I'm not the only one who notices the Bombay-Banks resemblance.
NELLIE2-I'm really happy that you like the story so much!!!! Here's the update. I hope I didn't make you wait too long. (
CAKEATER- Your right, This is weird. I really wanted my first story to be different and stick out a little. Thanks for reading and I'm glad that other people can see they look alike and I'm not completely crazy.
CRAZY4NC128- You review made me smile. Next chapter we'll start to see how Charlie is going to deal with things. Thanks for the review.
MELODIE- I'm happy to hear that you like the story, Thanks for the review.
DANA- It was no hassle. I felt really horrible. Thanks for not being mad, and giving the story a chance. I'm thrilled that you like it. I love all of your stories, and to hear that you like mine is a wonderful compliment. Thank you.
And now for Chapter 3, I don't own the mighty ducks.
Chapter 3- Home sweet home
*ADAMS POV*
As I stepped off the plane, I realized that there wouldn't be anyone there to pick me up. I was all alone. Determined not to cry, I took a deep breathe, and decided to take a cab.
As the cab pulled up at my house, the first thing I noticed was the For Sale sign on the front lawn. Wow, this is moving fast. OK, I can do this. I paid the driver and went inside.
It looks the same way that it did when I was here last month. It feels completely different, though. It feels empty and hollow. I'm going to miss them.
My mother was your typical super- mom. She was the best mom there ever could be. She was the kind of mom people dreamed of having. She loved hugs and kisses, and gave them often. No matter how old I got she never let me hang up the phone or leave the house without telling me that she loved me, even if we were arguing. She would always manage to say I love you. She always supported me in what I wanted and always took my side when I fought with my father
My dad and I had a unique relationship. People from the outside might even think that we didn't get along. We butted heads, a lot, but at the end of the day I know he supported me. He was hard on me, but that was just because he wanted me to do well in life. He wanted me to be able to attain my hopes and dreams, so he pushed me to the limits. Now, he's gone. I won't let him down. No matter how hard this is to deal with. I won't let my father down. I know he's still watching me.
Next step, I look at the blinking answering machine. 12 messages, great.
First, there was a couple of messages for my parents. Those people must live in their own little bubbles. My parents' death was all over the local news. They were members of Edina High Society, after all.
Next there was a message from Scott Larson. He's my best friend, has been for as long as I can remember. Even though I moved away, we still call each other all the time. We get to see each other at least once a month when I come home to visit my parents.
"Adam, man, call me when you get in. I know you'll probably want to be alone for a while, but at least call us and let us know that you made it home OK. My mom is climbing the walls. She's asking me every five seconds, if you're home yet or if you've called. You're not alone Adam you'll always have us. Talk to you soon. Try to keep your head up."
That message made me smile. The Larsons and The Banks families were as close to being one family as you could get. Scotts' mom, Katie, and my mom had been friends since High School. They even went to the same college. Scott and I grew up being raised practically like brothers. Everywhere we went we were together.
The next message was from Aunt Marie.
"Hi, honey. We're all flying in on Wednesday. Please call me. I've been trying to call your cell phone all day."
There was a few other random messages. They were all the redundant, "I'm sorry about your loss" messages. Even Coach Reiley sent one. I pretty much zoned out during that one. I really don't want to listen to my satan spawn ex- coach right now.
The last two were from the morgue and the lawyer.
"Hello Adam, This is the Minneapolis Morgue. I'm sorry that I need to ask you this, but we are going to need you to come down and identify the bodies of Phillip and Abigail Banks.
We need to confirm with a family member that it's them. Again, I'm sorry."
"Hi Adam, This is Gerald Ducksworth, your Dads lawyer. I'm sorry to hear about your parents. They were wonderful people. We are going to need you to come down as soon as possible, So that we can discuss the will and a guardian for you."
*deep breathe*
The will I'm not worried about. My parents had plenty of money, and I'm sure that they have provided enough for me to live off of for many years. What worries me is the guardian part. I have no idea where I'm going to live. I'm assuming it is going to be my Aunt Marie. I guess I'm going to be stuck in France.
After talking to Aunt Marie, I got her flight information and told her I'd pick her up from the airport on Wednesday, I called Scott.
"Hey Adam, how you holding up?"
"Is there ever a time when you answer your phone without checking the caller ID"
"Scott laughed a little, "No, not really. My mom is about to rip the phone out of my hands, I'm going to give it to her. She looks like she might hurt me if I don't."
"Ugh, he's such a little twerp sometimes. Adam, I know this is rough, and you are very internal when it comes to your problems. Don't face this alone. Our door is open, anytime. Don't worry about calling too late or interrupting dinner. Anytime you need someone to talk with, we'll be here. I love you Adam. I know I can't replace your mother, but anytime you need anything from a womans point of view, don't hesitate to ask. Why don't you come over for Dinner tonight?"
"Thank you for everything. I love you too, and I'll come over for dinner tomorrow, but tonight I really just want to be alone."
"Understandable, but I'm holding you to tomorrow. I'll give you back to the twerp son" Mrs. Larson gave the phone back to Scott.
"She loves me so. You know, she's probably going to have dinner delivered to your door tonight."
"Yeah, probably, she thrives on crisis." Adam said.
They both laughed a little. Then Scott stopped, "Look, I know you probably have sympathy coming out of your ears right now, but I just want you to know that I'm here, we all are. I've always felt like you were my brother. Just promise me you won't hold it all inside, and I'll cut the after school special shit."
Adam laughed a little, "It's really hard, but at the same time it hasn't really set in yet. I have to go to the morgue and identify their bodies. That's going to be really hard."
"Oh, man"
"yeah."
"How about I drive you there? I'll wait in the car, if you want to do it alone. I just want to be a good friend."
"Thanks, but I'd rather do it alone. I really do appreciate the offer though."
"OK give me a call if you need anything."
"I will, I'll probably see you later on tonight or tomorrow."
"Alright, take care Adam."
"Bye"
After I hung up the phone with Scott, I called both the morgue and Ducks worth. I told the morgue I'd be there in 15 minutes. I told Jeanine, Ducksworths secretary that I'd be there in 30 minutes. Then I grabbed my car keys and flew out the door.
I think this chapter is semi-boring, but it's all necessary set up information for the rest of the story. I was going to write this chapter and the next one together as one long chapter, but I wanted to update and I am sleepy. So, I hope you like it and it does get better and eventually involve all the ducks. Please Review. Reviews make my day!
First, I watched Access Hollywood a couple of nights ago, and they were doing a story on the upcoming Batman movie. They said there were a few actors trying to get the part. One of them was Joshua Jackson. It would be pretty cool to have Charlie as Batman.
I couldn't remember if Larson had a first name in the movies, I don't think he did. I decided to name him Scott, because I have a good friend named Scott. If he has a name in the movie, let me know and I'll change it.
Thank you, to all the people who reviewed, reviews make me so happy.
PERCUSSION- Thanks for the review, I'm glad that you like the story, and that I'm not the only one who notices the Bombay-Banks resemblance.
NELLIE2-I'm really happy that you like the story so much!!!! Here's the update. I hope I didn't make you wait too long. (
CAKEATER- Your right, This is weird. I really wanted my first story to be different and stick out a little. Thanks for reading and I'm glad that other people can see they look alike and I'm not completely crazy.
CRAZY4NC128- You review made me smile. Next chapter we'll start to see how Charlie is going to deal with things. Thanks for the review.
MELODIE- I'm happy to hear that you like the story, Thanks for the review.
DANA- It was no hassle. I felt really horrible. Thanks for not being mad, and giving the story a chance. I'm thrilled that you like it. I love all of your stories, and to hear that you like mine is a wonderful compliment. Thank you.
And now for Chapter 3, I don't own the mighty ducks.
Chapter 3- Home sweet home
*ADAMS POV*
As I stepped off the plane, I realized that there wouldn't be anyone there to pick me up. I was all alone. Determined not to cry, I took a deep breathe, and decided to take a cab.
As the cab pulled up at my house, the first thing I noticed was the For Sale sign on the front lawn. Wow, this is moving fast. OK, I can do this. I paid the driver and went inside.
It looks the same way that it did when I was here last month. It feels completely different, though. It feels empty and hollow. I'm going to miss them.
My mother was your typical super- mom. She was the best mom there ever could be. She was the kind of mom people dreamed of having. She loved hugs and kisses, and gave them often. No matter how old I got she never let me hang up the phone or leave the house without telling me that she loved me, even if we were arguing. She would always manage to say I love you. She always supported me in what I wanted and always took my side when I fought with my father
My dad and I had a unique relationship. People from the outside might even think that we didn't get along. We butted heads, a lot, but at the end of the day I know he supported me. He was hard on me, but that was just because he wanted me to do well in life. He wanted me to be able to attain my hopes and dreams, so he pushed me to the limits. Now, he's gone. I won't let him down. No matter how hard this is to deal with. I won't let my father down. I know he's still watching me.
Next step, I look at the blinking answering machine. 12 messages, great.
First, there was a couple of messages for my parents. Those people must live in their own little bubbles. My parents' death was all over the local news. They were members of Edina High Society, after all.
Next there was a message from Scott Larson. He's my best friend, has been for as long as I can remember. Even though I moved away, we still call each other all the time. We get to see each other at least once a month when I come home to visit my parents.
"Adam, man, call me when you get in. I know you'll probably want to be alone for a while, but at least call us and let us know that you made it home OK. My mom is climbing the walls. She's asking me every five seconds, if you're home yet or if you've called. You're not alone Adam you'll always have us. Talk to you soon. Try to keep your head up."
That message made me smile. The Larsons and The Banks families were as close to being one family as you could get. Scotts' mom, Katie, and my mom had been friends since High School. They even went to the same college. Scott and I grew up being raised practically like brothers. Everywhere we went we were together.
The next message was from Aunt Marie.
"Hi, honey. We're all flying in on Wednesday. Please call me. I've been trying to call your cell phone all day."
There was a few other random messages. They were all the redundant, "I'm sorry about your loss" messages. Even Coach Reiley sent one. I pretty much zoned out during that one. I really don't want to listen to my satan spawn ex- coach right now.
The last two were from the morgue and the lawyer.
"Hello Adam, This is the Minneapolis Morgue. I'm sorry that I need to ask you this, but we are going to need you to come down and identify the bodies of Phillip and Abigail Banks.
We need to confirm with a family member that it's them. Again, I'm sorry."
"Hi Adam, This is Gerald Ducksworth, your Dads lawyer. I'm sorry to hear about your parents. They were wonderful people. We are going to need you to come down as soon as possible, So that we can discuss the will and a guardian for you."
*deep breathe*
The will I'm not worried about. My parents had plenty of money, and I'm sure that they have provided enough for me to live off of for many years. What worries me is the guardian part. I have no idea where I'm going to live. I'm assuming it is going to be my Aunt Marie. I guess I'm going to be stuck in France.
After talking to Aunt Marie, I got her flight information and told her I'd pick her up from the airport on Wednesday, I called Scott.
"Hey Adam, how you holding up?"
"Is there ever a time when you answer your phone without checking the caller ID"
"Scott laughed a little, "No, not really. My mom is about to rip the phone out of my hands, I'm going to give it to her. She looks like she might hurt me if I don't."
"Ugh, he's such a little twerp sometimes. Adam, I know this is rough, and you are very internal when it comes to your problems. Don't face this alone. Our door is open, anytime. Don't worry about calling too late or interrupting dinner. Anytime you need someone to talk with, we'll be here. I love you Adam. I know I can't replace your mother, but anytime you need anything from a womans point of view, don't hesitate to ask. Why don't you come over for Dinner tonight?"
"Thank you for everything. I love you too, and I'll come over for dinner tomorrow, but tonight I really just want to be alone."
"Understandable, but I'm holding you to tomorrow. I'll give you back to the twerp son" Mrs. Larson gave the phone back to Scott.
"She loves me so. You know, she's probably going to have dinner delivered to your door tonight."
"Yeah, probably, she thrives on crisis." Adam said.
They both laughed a little. Then Scott stopped, "Look, I know you probably have sympathy coming out of your ears right now, but I just want you to know that I'm here, we all are. I've always felt like you were my brother. Just promise me you won't hold it all inside, and I'll cut the after school special shit."
Adam laughed a little, "It's really hard, but at the same time it hasn't really set in yet. I have to go to the morgue and identify their bodies. That's going to be really hard."
"Oh, man"
"yeah."
"How about I drive you there? I'll wait in the car, if you want to do it alone. I just want to be a good friend."
"Thanks, but I'd rather do it alone. I really do appreciate the offer though."
"OK give me a call if you need anything."
"I will, I'll probably see you later on tonight or tomorrow."
"Alright, take care Adam."
"Bye"
After I hung up the phone with Scott, I called both the morgue and Ducks worth. I told the morgue I'd be there in 15 minutes. I told Jeanine, Ducksworths secretary that I'd be there in 30 minutes. Then I grabbed my car keys and flew out the door.
I think this chapter is semi-boring, but it's all necessary set up information for the rest of the story. I was going to write this chapter and the next one together as one long chapter, but I wanted to update and I am sleepy. So, I hope you like it and it does get better and eventually involve all the ducks. Please Review. Reviews make my day!