I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
A/N - Thank you to everyone reading this.
To my reviewers-
GWENYTH HUNTER- I'm glad that you thought this was way awesome. LOL .Don't you just love Fulton?
BANKSIE BABE99- You make me laugh. Charlie you better watch out, Banksiesbabe99 is coming after you! BTW, It feels weird not calling you Nellie2, but I'll get over it. LOL.
NEBULA2- Are you anticipating? Well, anticipate no more here's the next chapter.
CRAZY4NC128- Ha ha you're hysterical, watch out Ducks. She's giving time outs all over the place!
ALIENATED LYNCANTHROPE- I'M GLAD THAT YOU LOVED IT, AND I LOVE GETTING YOUR REVIEWS! The compliments make me all giddy. You certainly know how to brighten a girl's day. There's lots of Fulton in this chapter, Enjoy!
RACHEL- A wooden spoon? You're hysterical. You can't eat Adam, he's mine. You can have hmmm.Dwayne or Goldberg. J/k LOL.
PLAINJANE- I can't talk about the red sox anymore. I'm so mad at their stupid coach. Anyway, moving on, trust me you don't want to open that can of worms with me. LOL All the info on Fulton is revealed in this chapter!
DEAT TO ALL RUBIX CUBES- Thanks for the review!
SPIKEY- Awww, Charlie will turn around eventually, I promise. There is a large part with Charlie in here just for you!
ADRIANNA3- I was just joking about the deadline. I don't care if you give me them or not. I can't promise that I 'll listen to them. LOL. Thanks for the compliment. Fulton's mysteries will be revealed this chapter!
CHAPTER 11- A WEEK, CHARLIES THOUGHTS, AND NEW FRIENDS?
ADAMS POV
After Gordon finished talking to the Ducks, we left for my house. On the way we stopped at a Dunkin Donuts and got breakfast. Before I knew it we were at my house. There were two cars in the driveway that I didn't recognize. I asked Gordon if he knew who's car they were. He didn't , but told me not to worry. It was probably the social worker checking to make sure I went to Gordon's house last night, instead of staying home.
We walked in, and were imediately addressed.
"Well, hello young man, you must be Adam!" The woman said in a sugar sweet voice.
"Yes, and you are?" I replied.
"Oh, honey, I'm miss Snyder, the real estate agent that got assigned to your account." She said in a sweet voice.
"Hello," I shook her hand.
"I'm just showing the house right now. It's wonderful to have potential buyers already,especially with an estate worth this much. It's usually hard to sell a property with a price this high, no matter how nice the property is."
"Uh, OK, There are people here now. I haven't even moved out yet."
"I know, that's a good thing, trust me." She went upstairs after that.
The couple and Ms. Snyder came downstairs. She talked with them quietly in the corner for a minute, and then they left.
"OK, I have great news, and bad news. The great news is that I just sold the house. The bad news is the only way they would agree to buy the house is if the house is ready to move into in a week. "
"A WEEK! Are you kidding me lady? Tell them NO! I can't be out of here in a week."
"What! Will you talk some sense into him?" She looked at Gordon. "This house will not be an easy sell. I'm sorry, but people with the kind of money it takes to buy this house don't live in this area. We got lucky. If we lose this buyer, we may not get another one."
"What's the matter? You won't get your big fat commission check. You don't care about me, or getting the house off the market. You want to sell my dead parents house as fast as you can so you can get a big fu**in check! Screw you!" I ran up the stairs, slammed the room to my door behind me, locked it, and started crying into my pillow.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. It must be Gordon. I wiped my eyes and opened the door. "I'm sorry, I kinda lost it."
"It's understandable," he replied gently.
"I just don't know what to do anymore."
"I'm not going to make the decision for you, but understand that it will be hard to sell the house. If you sell early, it will probably make it a little easier to move on. You'll never be able to move on as long as you're trying to sell this house. I told her that you'd think about it and get back to her in the morning."
"Even if I want to sell now, It's not possible. Where would I put all their stuff until I could sort it? I haven't sold their cars yet. It will take a whole lot longer than a week to do that."
If you decide that you want to sell, you can just pack everything up, and keep it at our house until you can sort it. We'll just fill the garage and the house. Anything that's left over we'll rent some storage space, until you can sort through everything, Ok."
"Thanks, Gordon."
"No problem. OK, let's start packing. I'll go outside and get the boxes from the truck."
We spent all afternoon packing. We started in my room. I had a computer, TV-DVD-VCR combo, my bed, my bureaus, clothes, picture, and momentos.
I was packing up clothes when I looked over and saw Gordon looking at my hockey trophies.
"These are quite impressive." He said.
"Thanks." I threw him a box, and he started packing them. "I've been having second thoughts about hockey, but I think I'm still going to play. It's what my dad would've wanted, plus I have talent for the sport in my blood," I said with a smile. Gordon smiled back.
We finished packing up my room around two pm, that's when the Ducks got there.
CHARLIES POV
The Ducks and I hung out all morning and the beginning of the afternoon. Then we were off to Adam's house.
We decided to rollerblade to Adams house. North Hennipan Avenue was in the rich side of town. As we got closer the houses got bigger. It wasn't fair that some people were born into lives like this, and some were born into lives like the one my mom and I had. There were times growing up that the only thing we had in the cabinet was a box of mac and cheese. There were times when we didn't have electricity, or a phone because my mom couldn't pay the bill.
Then there were kids like Adam, who grew up with everything. Anything he wanted got handed to him on a silver platter. He had the perfect clothes, family, house, everything was perfect. It just wasn't fair. I don't even just hate him because he's rich. He treated us like crap because we were poor. Why would you pick on kids who already had a shitty life. It's just such a weird twist of fate, the kid that has treated me like shit for as long as I can remember is Gordon's son. Gordon is the only real father figure I've evr had, and this jerk is his real son. I feel like every time I get ahead something shitty happens and messes it up. Adam is that shitty thing for me right now.
I was interrupted out of my thoughts by Dwayne, "Wow, Is this his house? It sure is big."
"Yeah, Dwayne, this is the place." I answered.
We all walked up the driveway to the house. All the Ducks were just staring at his house with wide eyes. I must admit I was staring a little too. His garage was bigger than my house.
I rang the doorbell, and Gordon answered the door.
"Hey guys, thanks for coming down to help. I know Adam really appreciates it, Come on in." Anyone who wasn't wide eyed before was wide eyed once we got inside.
"Yeah, whatever," Jesse said. "Why didn't he just ask his friends? They didn't want to get their cakeater hands dirty."
"Most of his friends from around here are away at boarding schools, so he doesn't have many people to help him. Let's try to be civil, Ok Jesse."
"Uh, sure." Jesse replied.
Out of nowhere Fulton came out with, "Wow, going through all this without his friends nearby must suck."
All the ducks stared at him for a minute. Why would he say that? Fulton hasn't been himself lately, I really have to find the time to talk to him, and find out what's going on with him. Adam and his goons treated him like crap too. They would laugh at him when he walked down the halls and call him trailor park trash. Fulton hated the Hawks. Why would he say that?
Fulton looked down. All the Ducks didn't like that comment. None of them said anything with Gordon right there, but he could tell by the looks he was getting.
Gordon started, "We were just going to order a pizza for lunch, Is that Ok with everyone?"
Everyone said yes and Gordon went up the large staircase to go get Adam. They came down the staircase a minute later. None of the Ducks said anything, just ignored him according to the plan.
"Hey Adam, Do you know a good place to order from around here?" Gordon asked.
Adam just shrugged and retrieved three menus from the kitchen. "My parents and I always order from those places, they're very good. Uh, I mean we used to." Adam stopped his words short.
It was times like this that I felt really bad for him, but he's still a jerk, and I need to get rid of him.
"Excuse me." With that he opened the sliding glass doors and walked out into the huge backyard.
ADAMS POV
I just need to get away from everything for a little while. The Ducks being in my house somehow made the whole situation feel real. I don't know how to explain it. I walked over to the pool and sat on the concrete. If this was summer, I would of probably jumped in or dunked my feet. Swimming relaxes me almost as much as skating does. I think it's because it's familiar. I've just started to think about all the cookouts we've had a t this pool. My mom and dad loved to throw neighborhood parties. My mom taught me how to swim in this pool. My dad and I use to play some pretty intense water volleyball games in this pool. I smiled a little at that thought. My dad hated to lose.
All of a sudden I heard footsteps. I looked up, and Fulton was walking this way. Oh great, I should've stayed with Gordon. I wonder if he's just going to threaten me, or beat the bloody pulp out of my scrawny butt.
"Hey," Fulton said, "Do you mind if I sit down."
"Sure, I guess if you want to."
We just sat there for a while. It was very awkward. It was probably about two minutes before Fulton broke the silence.
"Uh, I'm sorry, about your parents."
"Um, Thanks." Fulton came to apologize? This was weird.
"Look, I know we've never gotten along, and we probably don't have much in common, but I just wanted to give you my condolences and warn you about the Ducks. They're going to be pranking you like crazy. They think that you'll get sick of it, and find someone else to live with. Just don't tell them I warned you. They'd be pretty pissed. Um, yeah, I guess that's it."
"We have hockey in common."
"what?"
"You said you didn't think we had anything in common. We have hockey in common," I said with a smile.
Fulton smiled, "I'm sorry they're putting you through all this. To be honest, at first I was excited about treating you like crap. I started to think about all the things you're going through, and I don't know... it's hard. The Ducks are like family to me, but right now I don't agree with them."
"It's Ok, I understand. There have been lots of times I've done things that I didn't really want to do just to follow the crowd. It takes a lot of courage to go against your friends. Thanks for the warning. I really appreciate it. I won't tell them you told me, I'll act blissfully ignorant."
It was quiet for a second, It looked like Fulton wanted to say something, but he was struggling.
"My mom died when I was 11. She was hit by a drunk driver."
"Wow, I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say, I had no idea he had gone through this.
"I just kinda know what you're going through. My dad and I do OK. We both still really miss her. My dad's the only other family I have. I didn't have any really good friends at the time. It was about six months before I joined the Ducks. I didn't want to talk to my dad about it, because I didn't want to make him feel worst. What I'm trying to say is, I didn't have anyone to talk to, and it sucked. So, um, If you need someone to talk to I can give you my phone number, and you can call me. I'm willing to put the past behind us if you are."
"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me., um, this is kinda weird, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is," Fulton answered, "Just do me a favor, Not that you usually hang with them, but I've never told the Ducks about my mom."
"Say no more, you're secret is safe with me." Wow, Fulton just confided in me about something he's never told his best friends. He seems like a really great guy, and I could definitely use a friend on the Ducks."
Fulton handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it. "You can call me anytime. That's my own line."
"Thanks, Do you want my cell phone number? Um, if you want to call me, so Charlie doesn't answer."
"Yeah that would be great. Ok, So we have hockey and dead relatives in common, what else is there to know about Adam Banks." This caused me to smile and we began to get to know each other a little bit. We completely forgot about the house full of Ducks probably wondering where we were.
OK GUYS THERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I TRIED TO MAKE CHARLIE A LITTLE NICER FOR SPIKEY AND RUBIX, AND I PUT LOTS OF FULTON FOR LYNCANTHROPE. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!
A/N - Thank you to everyone reading this.
To my reviewers-
GWENYTH HUNTER- I'm glad that you thought this was way awesome. LOL .Don't you just love Fulton?
BANKSIE BABE99- You make me laugh. Charlie you better watch out, Banksiesbabe99 is coming after you! BTW, It feels weird not calling you Nellie2, but I'll get over it. LOL.
NEBULA2- Are you anticipating? Well, anticipate no more here's the next chapter.
CRAZY4NC128- Ha ha you're hysterical, watch out Ducks. She's giving time outs all over the place!
ALIENATED LYNCANTHROPE- I'M GLAD THAT YOU LOVED IT, AND I LOVE GETTING YOUR REVIEWS! The compliments make me all giddy. You certainly know how to brighten a girl's day. There's lots of Fulton in this chapter, Enjoy!
RACHEL- A wooden spoon? You're hysterical. You can't eat Adam, he's mine. You can have hmmm.Dwayne or Goldberg. J/k LOL.
PLAINJANE- I can't talk about the red sox anymore. I'm so mad at their stupid coach. Anyway, moving on, trust me you don't want to open that can of worms with me. LOL All the info on Fulton is revealed in this chapter!
DEAT TO ALL RUBIX CUBES- Thanks for the review!
SPIKEY- Awww, Charlie will turn around eventually, I promise. There is a large part with Charlie in here just for you!
ADRIANNA3- I was just joking about the deadline. I don't care if you give me them or not. I can't promise that I 'll listen to them. LOL. Thanks for the compliment. Fulton's mysteries will be revealed this chapter!
CHAPTER 11- A WEEK, CHARLIES THOUGHTS, AND NEW FRIENDS?
ADAMS POV
After Gordon finished talking to the Ducks, we left for my house. On the way we stopped at a Dunkin Donuts and got breakfast. Before I knew it we were at my house. There were two cars in the driveway that I didn't recognize. I asked Gordon if he knew who's car they were. He didn't , but told me not to worry. It was probably the social worker checking to make sure I went to Gordon's house last night, instead of staying home.
We walked in, and were imediately addressed.
"Well, hello young man, you must be Adam!" The woman said in a sugar sweet voice.
"Yes, and you are?" I replied.
"Oh, honey, I'm miss Snyder, the real estate agent that got assigned to your account." She said in a sweet voice.
"Hello," I shook her hand.
"I'm just showing the house right now. It's wonderful to have potential buyers already,especially with an estate worth this much. It's usually hard to sell a property with a price this high, no matter how nice the property is."
"Uh, OK, There are people here now. I haven't even moved out yet."
"I know, that's a good thing, trust me." She went upstairs after that.
The couple and Ms. Snyder came downstairs. She talked with them quietly in the corner for a minute, and then they left.
"OK, I have great news, and bad news. The great news is that I just sold the house. The bad news is the only way they would agree to buy the house is if the house is ready to move into in a week. "
"A WEEK! Are you kidding me lady? Tell them NO! I can't be out of here in a week."
"What! Will you talk some sense into him?" She looked at Gordon. "This house will not be an easy sell. I'm sorry, but people with the kind of money it takes to buy this house don't live in this area. We got lucky. If we lose this buyer, we may not get another one."
"What's the matter? You won't get your big fat commission check. You don't care about me, or getting the house off the market. You want to sell my dead parents house as fast as you can so you can get a big fu**in check! Screw you!" I ran up the stairs, slammed the room to my door behind me, locked it, and started crying into my pillow.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. It must be Gordon. I wiped my eyes and opened the door. "I'm sorry, I kinda lost it."
"It's understandable," he replied gently.
"I just don't know what to do anymore."
"I'm not going to make the decision for you, but understand that it will be hard to sell the house. If you sell early, it will probably make it a little easier to move on. You'll never be able to move on as long as you're trying to sell this house. I told her that you'd think about it and get back to her in the morning."
"Even if I want to sell now, It's not possible. Where would I put all their stuff until I could sort it? I haven't sold their cars yet. It will take a whole lot longer than a week to do that."
If you decide that you want to sell, you can just pack everything up, and keep it at our house until you can sort it. We'll just fill the garage and the house. Anything that's left over we'll rent some storage space, until you can sort through everything, Ok."
"Thanks, Gordon."
"No problem. OK, let's start packing. I'll go outside and get the boxes from the truck."
We spent all afternoon packing. We started in my room. I had a computer, TV-DVD-VCR combo, my bed, my bureaus, clothes, picture, and momentos.
I was packing up clothes when I looked over and saw Gordon looking at my hockey trophies.
"These are quite impressive." He said.
"Thanks." I threw him a box, and he started packing them. "I've been having second thoughts about hockey, but I think I'm still going to play. It's what my dad would've wanted, plus I have talent for the sport in my blood," I said with a smile. Gordon smiled back.
We finished packing up my room around two pm, that's when the Ducks got there.
CHARLIES POV
The Ducks and I hung out all morning and the beginning of the afternoon. Then we were off to Adam's house.
We decided to rollerblade to Adams house. North Hennipan Avenue was in the rich side of town. As we got closer the houses got bigger. It wasn't fair that some people were born into lives like this, and some were born into lives like the one my mom and I had. There were times growing up that the only thing we had in the cabinet was a box of mac and cheese. There were times when we didn't have electricity, or a phone because my mom couldn't pay the bill.
Then there were kids like Adam, who grew up with everything. Anything he wanted got handed to him on a silver platter. He had the perfect clothes, family, house, everything was perfect. It just wasn't fair. I don't even just hate him because he's rich. He treated us like crap because we were poor. Why would you pick on kids who already had a shitty life. It's just such a weird twist of fate, the kid that has treated me like shit for as long as I can remember is Gordon's son. Gordon is the only real father figure I've evr had, and this jerk is his real son. I feel like every time I get ahead something shitty happens and messes it up. Adam is that shitty thing for me right now.
I was interrupted out of my thoughts by Dwayne, "Wow, Is this his house? It sure is big."
"Yeah, Dwayne, this is the place." I answered.
We all walked up the driveway to the house. All the Ducks were just staring at his house with wide eyes. I must admit I was staring a little too. His garage was bigger than my house.
I rang the doorbell, and Gordon answered the door.
"Hey guys, thanks for coming down to help. I know Adam really appreciates it, Come on in." Anyone who wasn't wide eyed before was wide eyed once we got inside.
"Yeah, whatever," Jesse said. "Why didn't he just ask his friends? They didn't want to get their cakeater hands dirty."
"Most of his friends from around here are away at boarding schools, so he doesn't have many people to help him. Let's try to be civil, Ok Jesse."
"Uh, sure." Jesse replied.
Out of nowhere Fulton came out with, "Wow, going through all this without his friends nearby must suck."
All the ducks stared at him for a minute. Why would he say that? Fulton hasn't been himself lately, I really have to find the time to talk to him, and find out what's going on with him. Adam and his goons treated him like crap too. They would laugh at him when he walked down the halls and call him trailor park trash. Fulton hated the Hawks. Why would he say that?
Fulton looked down. All the Ducks didn't like that comment. None of them said anything with Gordon right there, but he could tell by the looks he was getting.
Gordon started, "We were just going to order a pizza for lunch, Is that Ok with everyone?"
Everyone said yes and Gordon went up the large staircase to go get Adam. They came down the staircase a minute later. None of the Ducks said anything, just ignored him according to the plan.
"Hey Adam, Do you know a good place to order from around here?" Gordon asked.
Adam just shrugged and retrieved three menus from the kitchen. "My parents and I always order from those places, they're very good. Uh, I mean we used to." Adam stopped his words short.
It was times like this that I felt really bad for him, but he's still a jerk, and I need to get rid of him.
"Excuse me." With that he opened the sliding glass doors and walked out into the huge backyard.
ADAMS POV
I just need to get away from everything for a little while. The Ducks being in my house somehow made the whole situation feel real. I don't know how to explain it. I walked over to the pool and sat on the concrete. If this was summer, I would of probably jumped in or dunked my feet. Swimming relaxes me almost as much as skating does. I think it's because it's familiar. I've just started to think about all the cookouts we've had a t this pool. My mom and dad loved to throw neighborhood parties. My mom taught me how to swim in this pool. My dad and I use to play some pretty intense water volleyball games in this pool. I smiled a little at that thought. My dad hated to lose.
All of a sudden I heard footsteps. I looked up, and Fulton was walking this way. Oh great, I should've stayed with Gordon. I wonder if he's just going to threaten me, or beat the bloody pulp out of my scrawny butt.
"Hey," Fulton said, "Do you mind if I sit down."
"Sure, I guess if you want to."
We just sat there for a while. It was very awkward. It was probably about two minutes before Fulton broke the silence.
"Uh, I'm sorry, about your parents."
"Um, Thanks." Fulton came to apologize? This was weird.
"Look, I know we've never gotten along, and we probably don't have much in common, but I just wanted to give you my condolences and warn you about the Ducks. They're going to be pranking you like crazy. They think that you'll get sick of it, and find someone else to live with. Just don't tell them I warned you. They'd be pretty pissed. Um, yeah, I guess that's it."
"We have hockey in common."
"what?"
"You said you didn't think we had anything in common. We have hockey in common," I said with a smile.
Fulton smiled, "I'm sorry they're putting you through all this. To be honest, at first I was excited about treating you like crap. I started to think about all the things you're going through, and I don't know... it's hard. The Ducks are like family to me, but right now I don't agree with them."
"It's Ok, I understand. There have been lots of times I've done things that I didn't really want to do just to follow the crowd. It takes a lot of courage to go against your friends. Thanks for the warning. I really appreciate it. I won't tell them you told me, I'll act blissfully ignorant."
It was quiet for a second, It looked like Fulton wanted to say something, but he was struggling.
"My mom died when I was 11. She was hit by a drunk driver."
"Wow, I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say, I had no idea he had gone through this.
"I just kinda know what you're going through. My dad and I do OK. We both still really miss her. My dad's the only other family I have. I didn't have any really good friends at the time. It was about six months before I joined the Ducks. I didn't want to talk to my dad about it, because I didn't want to make him feel worst. What I'm trying to say is, I didn't have anyone to talk to, and it sucked. So, um, If you need someone to talk to I can give you my phone number, and you can call me. I'm willing to put the past behind us if you are."
"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me., um, this is kinda weird, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is," Fulton answered, "Just do me a favor, Not that you usually hang with them, but I've never told the Ducks about my mom."
"Say no more, you're secret is safe with me." Wow, Fulton just confided in me about something he's never told his best friends. He seems like a really great guy, and I could definitely use a friend on the Ducks."
Fulton handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it. "You can call me anytime. That's my own line."
"Thanks, Do you want my cell phone number? Um, if you want to call me, so Charlie doesn't answer."
"Yeah that would be great. Ok, So we have hockey and dead relatives in common, what else is there to know about Adam Banks." This caused me to smile and we began to get to know each other a little bit. We completely forgot about the house full of Ducks probably wondering where we were.
OK GUYS THERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I TRIED TO MAKE CHARLIE A LITTLE NICER FOR SPIKEY AND RUBIX, AND I PUT LOTS OF FULTON FOR LYNCANTHROPE. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!