Portman's POV
I sat on the bench at the train station with my ticket in one hand and the keys to Fulton's apartment in the other. I knew I couldn't go back to his house, but I couldn't leave. How could I? What type of person would that make me, to find out the love of my life was suffering from severe depression and just walking away? When they called my train I started toward the track, maybe I should've just gone home.
When my cab pulled up to the ritzy condo I had asked the driver to bring me to I tossed the money over my shoulder and got out. The doorman recognized me as I walked up and held open the door for me. I went straight to the elevator and pushed the number of the floor I wanted to go. I tapped on the door that read R18 and waited patiently for the owner to open up. And then they did. However when they opened up, they weren't exactly who I'd been expecting to see.
"Ms. McKay?" I raised my eyebrows at the fair haired women in front of me.
"Hello Dean, it's nice to see you, it's been a long time. Come in, please." She stepped back and allowed me and my bag inside with a smile. "Gordon didn't mention you'd be coming by."
"Well that's because he doesn't know. Is coach here?"
Just as I asked I heard a familiar voice call out from the kitchen.
"Michelle who was at the door?" Coach Bombay waltzed into the hallway holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and glasses in the other.
I started to get the feeling I'd interrupted something and sunk against the wall. I knew Bombay and Ms. McKay were suppose to be getting married soon and didn't want to be in the way of whatever romantic endeavor that had planned. But then he spotted me.
"Hey Portman, what are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Fulton this week."
I bit my lip and sighed
"I was, it's a long story."
"We've got plenty of time, we don't really have any plans. Why don't you sit down and talk to Gordon? I'll go find us something else to drink." Ms. McKay walked away carrying the alcohol and crystal champagne flutes along with her, as Coach Bombay tugged me into the living room.
I objected of course not wanting to ruin their evening but neither would hear or if, the Ducks were pretty much the most important thing in Bombay's life so he wasn't going to let it go.
"I don't want to intrude or interrupt."
"You're not, so what's going on?" Bombay sat in an arm chair across from the couch I'd take occupancy in.
"Fulton broke up with me, for the stupidest reason in the world." Coach said nothing but when I looked over at him and saw the attentive expression on his face I continued. "He says he's been diagnosed with potentially manic depression and doesn't want me around. Can you believe that, what a moron."
Bombay cracked his knuckles and nodded.
"Did you ever stop to think or things from his perspective Portman? You guys are still young and Fulton just learned he has a hard to manage mental illness. It's not going to be easy to deal with, on top of the every day hassles of life like college and work, you can't blame him for thinking a relationship is too much to deal with at the moment."
"But I can help him coach, if he just lets me. I don't see what good I'll be doing in Chicago when he needs me here, even if he is to stubborn to admit it."
Ms. McKay reentered then carrying a jug of cranberry-apple juice and three plastic cups rather then what he'd left with.
"What did I miss?"
"Well," Her fiancé began. "Fulton just found out he has depression and he's pushing Portman out of his life."
"I remember a plot just like this on Day's of Our Lives once." The women giggled, I however didn't find it funny.
"I'm not going home, I'll see if I can live with Banks if I have too." I declared.
"I think that Banks' family has enough to deal with right now Portman." Coach stated and I frowned, he was right. "But you're welcome to stay in my guest room for a while, I'll be away on Jr. Good Will Games business at the end of the week, so the apartment will be all yours. Plus with the wedding coming it would be good to have someone here to answer the phone and check the mail for me, in case of any last minute wedding messes."
I smiled the biggest smile of my life as I hopped up and ran into the guest room to unpack. I wasn't going back to Chicago so there was noway Fulton was getting away from me that easy.
~* Okay so I couldn't send him away, but I couldn't get them back together instantly either. I suck at the Bash Brother's romance thing. sigh* It took me like a month to write this one crappy chapter, maybe I should stick to Charlie and Banks.Anyway look for the reunion between Futlon and Portman soon.... or at this rate not so soon.*~
I sat on the bench at the train station with my ticket in one hand and the keys to Fulton's apartment in the other. I knew I couldn't go back to his house, but I couldn't leave. How could I? What type of person would that make me, to find out the love of my life was suffering from severe depression and just walking away? When they called my train I started toward the track, maybe I should've just gone home.
When my cab pulled up to the ritzy condo I had asked the driver to bring me to I tossed the money over my shoulder and got out. The doorman recognized me as I walked up and held open the door for me. I went straight to the elevator and pushed the number of the floor I wanted to go. I tapped on the door that read R18 and waited patiently for the owner to open up. And then they did. However when they opened up, they weren't exactly who I'd been expecting to see.
"Ms. McKay?" I raised my eyebrows at the fair haired women in front of me.
"Hello Dean, it's nice to see you, it's been a long time. Come in, please." She stepped back and allowed me and my bag inside with a smile. "Gordon didn't mention you'd be coming by."
"Well that's because he doesn't know. Is coach here?"
Just as I asked I heard a familiar voice call out from the kitchen.
"Michelle who was at the door?" Coach Bombay waltzed into the hallway holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and glasses in the other.
I started to get the feeling I'd interrupted something and sunk against the wall. I knew Bombay and Ms. McKay were suppose to be getting married soon and didn't want to be in the way of whatever romantic endeavor that had planned. But then he spotted me.
"Hey Portman, what are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Fulton this week."
I bit my lip and sighed
"I was, it's a long story."
"We've got plenty of time, we don't really have any plans. Why don't you sit down and talk to Gordon? I'll go find us something else to drink." Ms. McKay walked away carrying the alcohol and crystal champagne flutes along with her, as Coach Bombay tugged me into the living room.
I objected of course not wanting to ruin their evening but neither would hear or if, the Ducks were pretty much the most important thing in Bombay's life so he wasn't going to let it go.
"I don't want to intrude or interrupt."
"You're not, so what's going on?" Bombay sat in an arm chair across from the couch I'd take occupancy in.
"Fulton broke up with me, for the stupidest reason in the world." Coach said nothing but when I looked over at him and saw the attentive expression on his face I continued. "He says he's been diagnosed with potentially manic depression and doesn't want me around. Can you believe that, what a moron."
Bombay cracked his knuckles and nodded.
"Did you ever stop to think or things from his perspective Portman? You guys are still young and Fulton just learned he has a hard to manage mental illness. It's not going to be easy to deal with, on top of the every day hassles of life like college and work, you can't blame him for thinking a relationship is too much to deal with at the moment."
"But I can help him coach, if he just lets me. I don't see what good I'll be doing in Chicago when he needs me here, even if he is to stubborn to admit it."
Ms. McKay reentered then carrying a jug of cranberry-apple juice and three plastic cups rather then what he'd left with.
"What did I miss?"
"Well," Her fiancé began. "Fulton just found out he has depression and he's pushing Portman out of his life."
"I remember a plot just like this on Day's of Our Lives once." The women giggled, I however didn't find it funny.
"I'm not going home, I'll see if I can live with Banks if I have too." I declared.
"I think that Banks' family has enough to deal with right now Portman." Coach stated and I frowned, he was right. "But you're welcome to stay in my guest room for a while, I'll be away on Jr. Good Will Games business at the end of the week, so the apartment will be all yours. Plus with the wedding coming it would be good to have someone here to answer the phone and check the mail for me, in case of any last minute wedding messes."
I smiled the biggest smile of my life as I hopped up and ran into the guest room to unpack. I wasn't going back to Chicago so there was noway Fulton was getting away from me that easy.
~* Okay so I couldn't send him away, but I couldn't get them back together instantly either. I suck at the Bash Brother's romance thing. sigh* It took me like a month to write this one crappy chapter, maybe I should stick to Charlie and Banks.Anyway look for the reunion between Futlon and Portman soon.... or at this rate not so soon.*~