Okay, it just figures the day I post another fic is the day my parents
limit me to one hour a day...that's what I get for being over-optimistic.
*cries* But don't worry! I won't give up on this or my other story! Updates
just may vary. I'll do my best though. Thanks for reviewing everyone! Your
support does wonders.
Sophie My Little Bunny- I'm so glad you found it! ^_^ I was worried you would pass it over and I would actually have to ASK you to read it. ^_^ But alas, you read my mind. Hehehe, yeah. I have been watching D2...I agree! Charlie doesn't get NEAR enough recognition in the second movie. So what do I do? I dedicate a story to him! Ermm...ANOTHER story to him! ^_^ Ooo...lovely list. And I agree with them all. Every single one. ^_^ Charlie SO should have been in that last game! Yes, he was being noble and all that junk, but come on! He's one of the best players for crying out loud! Must he be so noble?! I agree with the Julie thing too. She needed to be goalie in the second one. All that way for nothing...yes, I needed to give Charlie a reason for his absence on The Great Zamboni. I was horrified that he wasn't a part of that. So I gave him a decent excuse. And yes, Charlie IS meant to be the King of Pranks! Thank you! ^_^
Banksiebabe99- Thanks! ^_^ Ooo yay! ^_^ *does happy dance* I'm glad you like it! It's nice to know there are other Charlie/Julie fans out there. ^_^ You'll one of my biggest fans? Aw, thanks! ^_^ *hugs*
Jenny- I'm glad you like it! It's good to know that other MD fans like Charlie and Julie together. ^_^ And thanks bunches!
KShyne99- Thank you! Lol, I'm glad you liked those parts. ^_^ Heeheehee...Mr. Tibbles IS annoying though, don't you agree? Hehehe...rebel...anyway, thanks for reviewing! ^_^
RaspSun- Lol. Yay for sudden random fondness for Charlie and Julie! ^_^ And thank you! *hugs* you're so nice. Yes, event he most hard-core angst fans need to unwind sometime. This is nice relief from the Charlie Angst fic I'm writing. It lets me revitalize myself. ^_^ Lol, yes. The zamboni part is up there on my list too. ^_^ I crack up when Jesse says that too. ^_^
Liz- Lol, yes. Drool on, little Charlie! ^_^ Lol...Charlie making bets is always fun. Yes, I should...that would be the SMART thing to do...^_^ Thanks for the suggestion! ^_^
Allie- You're welcome! ^_^ And I agree; they AREN'T enough Charlie and Julie stories...they are vastly unappreciated. ^_^ So we all have to make up for the lack of them ^_^ I'm wrestling with the idea of another but I KNOW that if I post it now, nothing will ever get updated. So I'm waiting until I finish this and 'The Man He Chose Not To Be' before I post it. Even I'M not that optimistic with my time.
Ashley- Thank you! ^_^ I'm glad you like it. And I'm trying hard with making it align with the movie. I'm glad you like it. Wait, I already said that...o.O...oh well...^_^
PrincessBethy- Thanks, and don't worry. I won't make Julie a weak, whiny girly-girl. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 2-
Julie and I had bet five dollars one whether Coach and Ms. McKay would or would not kiss.
Coach got the brilliant idea that by strapping us all together, we would work out our differences and work together. Luckily, Fulton and Big Guy Who Knocked Me Down (a.k.a. Dean Portman), managed to work out their contradicting leadership and we managed to work it out.
Then Coach gave the cowboy, Dwayne Robertson, a lasso and we did some 'Cowboy Roundup.'
After we did that for a while, I learned just how rhythmically challenged I truly am...
We line-danced and I swear, that is some hard stuff to do in hockey skates! Ice is slippery and I'm bad enough as it is. I don't need the aide of ice and hockey skates to emphasize my lack of rhythmic skills...
Oh well, Averman went off on a tangent and did some kind of disco-remix line-dancing...it was...unique.
I'm now sitting in a room with my fellow Ducks. They are going to show us some kind of surprise or something like that...
Suddenly, The Annoying One, known formally as Mr. Tibbles, pulled a big sheet of a giant box to reveal...
Us?
We were on a Wheaties box!!!
Dwayne The Cowboy is verbally harassed when he bluntly states, "Hey! That's us!"
Mr. Tibbles is doing that talking thing again...Gosh, he's annoying...
All of a sudden, he whips out this red, white, and blue jersey. It says Team USA on the front and Hendrix all over it. Is he suggesting we WEAR that?!
Is the man on CRACK?!
Does he not understand? We are DUCKS! And NOWHERE on those jerseys does it say "Ducks."
How could Coach let him get away with such a HORRENDOUS crime against nature, humanity, and all that is good?!
Despite my views on this matter, it's seems everyone else likes them. Even Coach...
When I question my father figure on this matter, he simply tells me it's business stuff and pats me on the shoulder. Does he not understand the seriousness of the situation?
I soon realize no one will back me up on this so I relent, giving into "peer pressure."
I'll wear it, but that doesn't mean I have to LIKE it...
Great. School time.
Whoop-dee-freaking-doo...
Well, I might as well try and get something out of it. Hey, maybe I'll LEARN something...
And if not, I can pretend to be smart and answer a question. Yes, that will do nicely.
~~~*~~~
Well...that went...well.
I answered my quota of questions. I felt smart. I actually got it right!
Who cares if I know about pride? Pride is good!
But it was kind of dumb to answer her questions. Then she went off making metaphors, comparing us to Ancient Greece people. I guess I brought that upon myself too...
At least I tried!
I'm trying to be a good student! It's just so hard.
I gotta admit, it was entertaining for awhile. Goldburg answered "Falafels" when she asked what the old Greek people competed for. But alas, *I* got the right answer. I'm just so dang-freaking smart!
Or maybe I'm a wee-bit of a suck-up...
Nah.
After I realized my fatal mistake of paying attention (God forbid!), I went back into dream world, keeping an 'interested' expression on my face so she won't ask me any questions. That's the perk to volunteering. Then they think you're paying attention and they pick on those who are falling asleep.
I've finally got these teachers figured out...
She soon dismisses us to do as we please while we wait for Coach Bombay to get here. We're out in a woodsy area, surrounded by trees and nature and all that good stuff.
Fun fun.
The Ducks and I are all clad in lovely red, white, and blue outfits. We're all coordinated!
Cough...cough...cough...
I debate walking over to Julie. She's talking with Connie and Guy. I debate the Pros and Cons.
Pro- I get to talk to Julie.
Con- She'll think I'm stalking her. Not good.
Pro- Maybe I will get a chance to learn more about her.
Con- Then she might REALLY think I'm some kind of stalker. Still not good.
Pro- Did I mention I will get to talk to Julie?
Con- She is probably having a VERY in-depth conversation with Connie and Guy that is best not disturbed.
Yep, I'm getting obsessive. It's time to get some hobbies.
I walk over to Adam and sit down on a log next to him.
"What's up, Banksie?" I ask, turning towards him.
He shrugs. "Not too much. Man, can you believe we have to do this the WHOLE time? I mean come on, we're hockey players here on the trip of a lifetime and they expect us to attend SCHOOL?" he rants.
"No kidding. I think they've all gone off the deep end. Something in their brains can't seem to process that it is suuummer. S-U-M-M-E-R! There is no school in summer." I add in, placing my elbows on my knees and my chin in the palm of my hands.
Adam nods absently. I nod back. Such a deep connection we have right now...
Okay, that was fun. Moving on.
I stand up and look around again. I would talk to Fulton, but he's bonding with Portman. I would talk to Jesse, but he's talking with Goldburg and Averman. I would talk to Ken, Dwayne, and Luis...but I wont' for two reasons. One, I don't know them that well; two, Luis and I are still recovering from our little spat.
So that leaves...Adam (with whom I have spent up all conversation pieces for the moment), Julie, Connie, and Guy. And again, Julie is busy talking with...
Wait...where'd they go?
I see Julie alone again.
Shrugging to myself, I walk over again. Might as well.
She has a relieved smile as I walk over. We sit down on yet another log. Oh, lovely logs that provideth thy seat for thy comfort.
Okay...enough of that. We won't be needing ANY MORE of that...
Oh, Julie's talking.
"...and so then I decided I didn't really wanna know. Are those two always all sugary sweet and...stuff?" she asks, again questioning the regular behavior of the team.
I laugh. The saga that is Connie and Guy.
"I guess it depends. They have their moments of sickening lovey-dovey-ness, and then they have their lover's spats in which they proceed to inform the whole team how stupid the other one is. It just so happens we are stuck in a love-dovey moment. Lucky you." I inform her, considering I have experience in analyzing their little drama. I've known them practically since birth. Not that they were exchanging saliva at two, but...ew...okay, there will be no more thinking of that...eh...I think I'm scarred for life...
Julie gives me a funny look when I realize I had been spacing again.
"What's it like on Mars this time of year?" she asks jokingly.
"Oh, quite nice. I would have gotten a souvenir but everything is just so over-priced." I reply. She grins.
"I see. Well now that you have rejoined me here, how about we have a two- sided conversation." She says, raising her eyebrows slightly.
I laugh nervously. "Sounds great. But I am sorry about that. I just kind of warped into my little world there. Nothing against you, but my train of thought somehow ended up on two-year-old Connie and Guy sucking face and that was enough to frighten me out of my thoughts. My mind is a scary place." I inform her.
She laughs. "I'd say so."
"I'm scarred for life." I say as she grins. She tells me she would be too, but she would much rather not have the image.
We sit there in silence, just listening to the buzz of conversation swarming around us. In most cases I would be part of that buzz. Not today though. Nope. Not me.
After a few more moments, she turns to me and asks, "Are you nervous?"
I can't help but give her a confused look. "Say what?"
She shakes her head and gives me a slightly embarrassed grin. "Sorry, I mean...are you nervous about playing in the Junior Goodwill Games?" she clarifies.
Oooooh...I get it now.
"Yeah." I reply. "Who wouldn't be? I mean, we're on an INTERNATIONAL level here. It's some pretty intense stuff."
She nods slightly, staring off into space.
Suddenly a question pops into my head. I debate whether it would be a good thing to ask or not.
I take in a breath and decide to ask. I just hope she doesn't get upset.
"Do you miss your team back in Maine?" I ask, praying that she won't mind me prying.
Julie looks at me, capturing my eyes in hers. She nods. "Yeah. A lot."
I can't think of anything to say. I am literally speechless.
"It must be tough...I couldn't imagine leaving my team for ANYTHING...If I didn't have the Ducks here with me, I don't know what I'd do." I confess once I find my voice again.
Julie nods her head. "It's no walk in the park. I mean, nothing against you guys at all...it's just kind of weird. I've always played with them and now I'm all the way across the country playing with a bunch of strangers..." she says, managing to keep her voice confident and even.
"Yeah...I bet that is tough. But look on the bright side," I begin, "at least you have me!" I joke dramatically with a grin.
She laughs, grinning broadly. Her somber expression disappeared and she raised her eyebrows.
That's a good sign.
"Lucky me." She says, her eyes still laughing.
"Yes, yes. Lucky you." I reply, grinning as well. "You should be honored."
Her face shifted to one of mock-awe. "Oh, you just don't even KNOW! I am just so honored, you could never comprehend." She says dramatically, as we both start laughing.
"Ah, as you should be." I say back as our laughter dies down a little.
"You know, you aren't that bad." She says after a moment.
I raise my eyebrows. "Did you have any doubt?" I ask with a smile.
"For awhile there I did. I thought you would all be stuck-up and stuff. Not to mention at first arrival, things were pretty hostile. I guess I just assumed you would all be hot-headed guys on an ego-trip." She admits, almost timidly. However, she is still smiling.
"Yeah, that wasn't our finest hour." I say with a smile. "But thanks for not brushing me off as a 'hot-headed guy on an ego-trip.' I would have been very sad." I say as we both start laughing again.
Our little moment is interrupted by Adam's voice.
Dang you Adam...
"Guys, Bombay's back. Let's go." He calls from where he is standing up off the log.
We nod over to him before sharing another smile. Julie and I then join the rest of the group as we gather around Coach and put on our roller blades.
Coach gets on his little go-cart thing and we're off to the Junior Goodwill Games...
Sophie My Little Bunny- I'm so glad you found it! ^_^ I was worried you would pass it over and I would actually have to ASK you to read it. ^_^ But alas, you read my mind. Hehehe, yeah. I have been watching D2...I agree! Charlie doesn't get NEAR enough recognition in the second movie. So what do I do? I dedicate a story to him! Ermm...ANOTHER story to him! ^_^ Ooo...lovely list. And I agree with them all. Every single one. ^_^ Charlie SO should have been in that last game! Yes, he was being noble and all that junk, but come on! He's one of the best players for crying out loud! Must he be so noble?! I agree with the Julie thing too. She needed to be goalie in the second one. All that way for nothing...yes, I needed to give Charlie a reason for his absence on The Great Zamboni. I was horrified that he wasn't a part of that. So I gave him a decent excuse. And yes, Charlie IS meant to be the King of Pranks! Thank you! ^_^
Banksiebabe99- Thanks! ^_^ Ooo yay! ^_^ *does happy dance* I'm glad you like it! It's nice to know there are other Charlie/Julie fans out there. ^_^ You'll one of my biggest fans? Aw, thanks! ^_^ *hugs*
Jenny- I'm glad you like it! It's good to know that other MD fans like Charlie and Julie together. ^_^ And thanks bunches!
KShyne99- Thank you! Lol, I'm glad you liked those parts. ^_^ Heeheehee...Mr. Tibbles IS annoying though, don't you agree? Hehehe...rebel...anyway, thanks for reviewing! ^_^
RaspSun- Lol. Yay for sudden random fondness for Charlie and Julie! ^_^ And thank you! *hugs* you're so nice. Yes, event he most hard-core angst fans need to unwind sometime. This is nice relief from the Charlie Angst fic I'm writing. It lets me revitalize myself. ^_^ Lol, yes. The zamboni part is up there on my list too. ^_^ I crack up when Jesse says that too. ^_^
Liz- Lol, yes. Drool on, little Charlie! ^_^ Lol...Charlie making bets is always fun. Yes, I should...that would be the SMART thing to do...^_^ Thanks for the suggestion! ^_^
Allie- You're welcome! ^_^ And I agree; they AREN'T enough Charlie and Julie stories...they are vastly unappreciated. ^_^ So we all have to make up for the lack of them ^_^ I'm wrestling with the idea of another but I KNOW that if I post it now, nothing will ever get updated. So I'm waiting until I finish this and 'The Man He Chose Not To Be' before I post it. Even I'M not that optimistic with my time.
Ashley- Thank you! ^_^ I'm glad you like it. And I'm trying hard with making it align with the movie. I'm glad you like it. Wait, I already said that...o.O...oh well...^_^
PrincessBethy- Thanks, and don't worry. I won't make Julie a weak, whiny girly-girl. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 2-
Julie and I had bet five dollars one whether Coach and Ms. McKay would or would not kiss.
Coach got the brilliant idea that by strapping us all together, we would work out our differences and work together. Luckily, Fulton and Big Guy Who Knocked Me Down (a.k.a. Dean Portman), managed to work out their contradicting leadership and we managed to work it out.
Then Coach gave the cowboy, Dwayne Robertson, a lasso and we did some 'Cowboy Roundup.'
After we did that for a while, I learned just how rhythmically challenged I truly am...
We line-danced and I swear, that is some hard stuff to do in hockey skates! Ice is slippery and I'm bad enough as it is. I don't need the aide of ice and hockey skates to emphasize my lack of rhythmic skills...
Oh well, Averman went off on a tangent and did some kind of disco-remix line-dancing...it was...unique.
I'm now sitting in a room with my fellow Ducks. They are going to show us some kind of surprise or something like that...
Suddenly, The Annoying One, known formally as Mr. Tibbles, pulled a big sheet of a giant box to reveal...
Us?
We were on a Wheaties box!!!
Dwayne The Cowboy is verbally harassed when he bluntly states, "Hey! That's us!"
Mr. Tibbles is doing that talking thing again...Gosh, he's annoying...
All of a sudden, he whips out this red, white, and blue jersey. It says Team USA on the front and Hendrix all over it. Is he suggesting we WEAR that?!
Is the man on CRACK?!
Does he not understand? We are DUCKS! And NOWHERE on those jerseys does it say "Ducks."
How could Coach let him get away with such a HORRENDOUS crime against nature, humanity, and all that is good?!
Despite my views on this matter, it's seems everyone else likes them. Even Coach...
When I question my father figure on this matter, he simply tells me it's business stuff and pats me on the shoulder. Does he not understand the seriousness of the situation?
I soon realize no one will back me up on this so I relent, giving into "peer pressure."
I'll wear it, but that doesn't mean I have to LIKE it...
Great. School time.
Whoop-dee-freaking-doo...
Well, I might as well try and get something out of it. Hey, maybe I'll LEARN something...
And if not, I can pretend to be smart and answer a question. Yes, that will do nicely.
~~~*~~~
Well...that went...well.
I answered my quota of questions. I felt smart. I actually got it right!
Who cares if I know about pride? Pride is good!
But it was kind of dumb to answer her questions. Then she went off making metaphors, comparing us to Ancient Greece people. I guess I brought that upon myself too...
At least I tried!
I'm trying to be a good student! It's just so hard.
I gotta admit, it was entertaining for awhile. Goldburg answered "Falafels" when she asked what the old Greek people competed for. But alas, *I* got the right answer. I'm just so dang-freaking smart!
Or maybe I'm a wee-bit of a suck-up...
Nah.
After I realized my fatal mistake of paying attention (God forbid!), I went back into dream world, keeping an 'interested' expression on my face so she won't ask me any questions. That's the perk to volunteering. Then they think you're paying attention and they pick on those who are falling asleep.
I've finally got these teachers figured out...
She soon dismisses us to do as we please while we wait for Coach Bombay to get here. We're out in a woodsy area, surrounded by trees and nature and all that good stuff.
Fun fun.
The Ducks and I are all clad in lovely red, white, and blue outfits. We're all coordinated!
Cough...cough...cough...
I debate walking over to Julie. She's talking with Connie and Guy. I debate the Pros and Cons.
Pro- I get to talk to Julie.
Con- She'll think I'm stalking her. Not good.
Pro- Maybe I will get a chance to learn more about her.
Con- Then she might REALLY think I'm some kind of stalker. Still not good.
Pro- Did I mention I will get to talk to Julie?
Con- She is probably having a VERY in-depth conversation with Connie and Guy that is best not disturbed.
Yep, I'm getting obsessive. It's time to get some hobbies.
I walk over to Adam and sit down on a log next to him.
"What's up, Banksie?" I ask, turning towards him.
He shrugs. "Not too much. Man, can you believe we have to do this the WHOLE time? I mean come on, we're hockey players here on the trip of a lifetime and they expect us to attend SCHOOL?" he rants.
"No kidding. I think they've all gone off the deep end. Something in their brains can't seem to process that it is suuummer. S-U-M-M-E-R! There is no school in summer." I add in, placing my elbows on my knees and my chin in the palm of my hands.
Adam nods absently. I nod back. Such a deep connection we have right now...
Okay, that was fun. Moving on.
I stand up and look around again. I would talk to Fulton, but he's bonding with Portman. I would talk to Jesse, but he's talking with Goldburg and Averman. I would talk to Ken, Dwayne, and Luis...but I wont' for two reasons. One, I don't know them that well; two, Luis and I are still recovering from our little spat.
So that leaves...Adam (with whom I have spent up all conversation pieces for the moment), Julie, Connie, and Guy. And again, Julie is busy talking with...
Wait...where'd they go?
I see Julie alone again.
Shrugging to myself, I walk over again. Might as well.
She has a relieved smile as I walk over. We sit down on yet another log. Oh, lovely logs that provideth thy seat for thy comfort.
Okay...enough of that. We won't be needing ANY MORE of that...
Oh, Julie's talking.
"...and so then I decided I didn't really wanna know. Are those two always all sugary sweet and...stuff?" she asks, again questioning the regular behavior of the team.
I laugh. The saga that is Connie and Guy.
"I guess it depends. They have their moments of sickening lovey-dovey-ness, and then they have their lover's spats in which they proceed to inform the whole team how stupid the other one is. It just so happens we are stuck in a love-dovey moment. Lucky you." I inform her, considering I have experience in analyzing their little drama. I've known them practically since birth. Not that they were exchanging saliva at two, but...ew...okay, there will be no more thinking of that...eh...I think I'm scarred for life...
Julie gives me a funny look when I realize I had been spacing again.
"What's it like on Mars this time of year?" she asks jokingly.
"Oh, quite nice. I would have gotten a souvenir but everything is just so over-priced." I reply. She grins.
"I see. Well now that you have rejoined me here, how about we have a two- sided conversation." She says, raising her eyebrows slightly.
I laugh nervously. "Sounds great. But I am sorry about that. I just kind of warped into my little world there. Nothing against you, but my train of thought somehow ended up on two-year-old Connie and Guy sucking face and that was enough to frighten me out of my thoughts. My mind is a scary place." I inform her.
She laughs. "I'd say so."
"I'm scarred for life." I say as she grins. She tells me she would be too, but she would much rather not have the image.
We sit there in silence, just listening to the buzz of conversation swarming around us. In most cases I would be part of that buzz. Not today though. Nope. Not me.
After a few more moments, she turns to me and asks, "Are you nervous?"
I can't help but give her a confused look. "Say what?"
She shakes her head and gives me a slightly embarrassed grin. "Sorry, I mean...are you nervous about playing in the Junior Goodwill Games?" she clarifies.
Oooooh...I get it now.
"Yeah." I reply. "Who wouldn't be? I mean, we're on an INTERNATIONAL level here. It's some pretty intense stuff."
She nods slightly, staring off into space.
Suddenly a question pops into my head. I debate whether it would be a good thing to ask or not.
I take in a breath and decide to ask. I just hope she doesn't get upset.
"Do you miss your team back in Maine?" I ask, praying that she won't mind me prying.
Julie looks at me, capturing my eyes in hers. She nods. "Yeah. A lot."
I can't think of anything to say. I am literally speechless.
"It must be tough...I couldn't imagine leaving my team for ANYTHING...If I didn't have the Ducks here with me, I don't know what I'd do." I confess once I find my voice again.
Julie nods her head. "It's no walk in the park. I mean, nothing against you guys at all...it's just kind of weird. I've always played with them and now I'm all the way across the country playing with a bunch of strangers..." she says, managing to keep her voice confident and even.
"Yeah...I bet that is tough. But look on the bright side," I begin, "at least you have me!" I joke dramatically with a grin.
She laughs, grinning broadly. Her somber expression disappeared and she raised her eyebrows.
That's a good sign.
"Lucky me." She says, her eyes still laughing.
"Yes, yes. Lucky you." I reply, grinning as well. "You should be honored."
Her face shifted to one of mock-awe. "Oh, you just don't even KNOW! I am just so honored, you could never comprehend." She says dramatically, as we both start laughing.
"Ah, as you should be." I say back as our laughter dies down a little.
"You know, you aren't that bad." She says after a moment.
I raise my eyebrows. "Did you have any doubt?" I ask with a smile.
"For awhile there I did. I thought you would all be stuck-up and stuff. Not to mention at first arrival, things were pretty hostile. I guess I just assumed you would all be hot-headed guys on an ego-trip." She admits, almost timidly. However, she is still smiling.
"Yeah, that wasn't our finest hour." I say with a smile. "But thanks for not brushing me off as a 'hot-headed guy on an ego-trip.' I would have been very sad." I say as we both start laughing again.
Our little moment is interrupted by Adam's voice.
Dang you Adam...
"Guys, Bombay's back. Let's go." He calls from where he is standing up off the log.
We nod over to him before sharing another smile. Julie and I then join the rest of the group as we gather around Coach and put on our roller blades.
Coach gets on his little go-cart thing and we're off to the Junior Goodwill Games...