Sorry for the long wait peeps...I've been on a major roll with my other
story, 'Shattered Glass' and have been trying to work ahead on it, so I
kinda got sidetracked. I dunno when I'll be able to update next because of
the holidays, but I'll try not to make it a dreadfully long wait. Thank you
to all you who check every day! You don't know how special and happy that
makes me feel! I'll try extra hard to work on another update soon! ^_~
Liz- I'm so glad you thought it was cute! ^_^ Yes, I just love irony so much I could hardly help myself. ^_^ Heehee...I love that line. Linda is such a retard. *says in a retarded, squeaky voice* "You're a jock, aren't you?" WHAT a moron...NAW, he's just wearing a hockey jersey, obsessed with hockey, and the captain of the team. Nah, he's not a jock...Sorry...went of on a tangent. Linda so doesn't deserve him though...Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. ^_^
Soph- Lol, yeah. I'm gonna do that whole d-r-a-w-i-n-g it out thing. ^_^ It's just too dang fun! ^_^ Lol, yeah. ^_^ It is kinda like that. Lol. For some strange reason I'm getting the impression that you ant me to go on. I wonder where that came from. ^_^ Lol, well I'm glad to know that waiting for my updates is the more interesting thing you have to do. ^_^ That's makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! *grins* I'm glad you like the Jeremy/Charlie interaction. ^_^ Heehee...yes, Charlie's great Words of Wisdom. "Watch out for park benches." We should all heed his warning...dun dun dun...Well, you'll just have to wait and see what their reactions are. ^_^ I actually haven't planned that far ahead. *grins* I run the scene through my head, trying to decide how I want them to react. And this proves I am a very unorganized, spontaneous person. ^_^ Some things I plan, others take on a life of their own. ^_~ Yes...you living in Texas WOULD make it SO much easier for you to come to Texas and hear my way-cool English accent. Lol...^_^
Chorins96- Heehee...yes, it was a tad anticlimactic. Sorry to leave y'all hangin' like that. I could hardly resist. ^_^ Lol, yes, I got your suggestions. ^_^ They are definitely going on my 'Board Of Possible Angles This Story Might Take.' Lol...See? I told you I don't know jack-squat about hockey teams. ^_^ But we can say that within the next few years, Montana gets a hockey team. ^_^ Considering at this point in the story, it is 2006...yes, we can pretend that within the next 2-3 years Montana cracks down and gets a hockey team for my story's sake. ^_^ Heehee...thanks for reviewing, though! *grins* I love your feedback!!!
Denverhockeygirl- *grins* I'm glad you like the taunting. ^_^ I tend to do that sometimes. Hmmm...good idea. *contemplates*...*writes down 'blow them off' on the 'Board Of Possible Angles This Story Might Take' next to Chorins96's ideas* Very good idea...Angst=Good.
Banksiesbabe99- Lol...sorry to leave you hangin' like that. ^_^ I'm just not ready for them to see each other yet...I must be dramatic...dun dun dun. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing! I always love hearing from you!
Joshrox116- Lol, yes. If only he would show them the picture. But then my story would be awfully uneventful, wouldn't it be? ^_^ Thanks again for reviewing, Katie! ^_~ Love ya bunches!
Shequita- Thanks for reviewing! ^_~
Adriana- Lol! ^_^ I'm glad you think it's funny! It's nice to know there are boundaries beyond my angst. ^_^ Ooh, yay. I'll reply to your 'Shattered Glass' review next...Lalala...I love to sing. ^_^ Well, most of the time...*grins*
Jess- *grins* Ah, I must be suspenseful, young grasshopper. ^_^ Patience is a virtue! Lol...meh, screw patience! ^_^ Lol...anyway. I'm glad you are enjoying the story.
Nebula- I'm glad you liked the skippin'-nine-years-thing. ^_^ Yeah, the Ducks, well some of them, were the ones helping Gordon take the kids. That's very perceptive of you. ^_^ And I'll get into the other Ducks later. I'm just taking my time developing Charlie and stuff. I'll mention the other Ducks later. ^_^ Yeah. I was shooting for irony. ^_^ I would have to say Jeremy will be rather happy when they all make the connection. ^_~ Don't worry, Adam will be explained. It may be a few chapters, but Adam, as well as some others, will be explained. Worry not! ^_^
Shanks- Lol, I'm sorry that I'm driving you nuts! I'll update now! Thank you for reminding me...lol...I was getting a wee-bit caught up in 'Shattered Glass' and this skipped my mind. ^_^ Meh, I'll go ahead and make you happy now. ^_^
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 5-
Charlie let out a sigh. Could it really be? Could his old hockey coach, Gordon Bombay, be there? The same coach who had abandoned him nine years before?
No way...
No FREAKIN' way...
He let out a sigh and squeezed his way out of the crowd. He would head back to the hotel they were staying at and go to sleep early. Once a drunken Andy McDonald got home, there would be no going to sleep. If Charlie managed to get to sleep before this happened, he was a heavy sleeper and could make it through the night.
The hockey player walked the short distance to the hotel. He felt in the pocket of his bag for the key he had been given. Once his fingers wrapped around the small object, he pulled it out and walked into the reception area of the hotel.
Charlie gave the man behind the desk a swift nod before finding his room. He slipped the card key through the slot and opened it when the little light turned green.
He unceremoniously flung the hockey bag against the wall and collapsed on his bed, allowing the door to close itself. He grabbed the fluffy pillow and buried his face in it. He wasn't sure why his throat nearly closed up at the sight of that little green hockey jersey...maybe coming back wasn't such a great idea after all...
Charlie then turned to look out the window, still spread out on the bed. It was dark outside. Dark and cold.
He shivered at the thought, remembering nine years before when he had been alone on the streets of Toronto. Even HE would admit that wasn't the most intelligent decision of his life...
He wrapped the covers tightly around his body. It was starting to get really cold outside and he was freezing.
It hadn't been very cold that night, but it hadn't been the most pleasant night of his life. That was the day he had first met his foster sister, Jen Lindley. Within the next few days he had ended up being placed in Jen and her Grams' home for foster care...imagine that. Running away from a family only to be placed in another.
That had NOT been his original plan.
Sure enough, it hadn't been too long before Charlie had become dreadfully homesick. But his stubborn pride had kept him in Canada. Sure, it was nothing against Jen and Grams. They had become his family over the years. His grudge against those in Minnesota still held true, but that didn't mean he didn't miss them sometimes. He was only human.
Jen had become his best friend over the years. She was like an older sister, and once they got over the rocky beginning, they had become very close. Anytime a guy would even think of hitting on her, Charlie proceeded to give the third degree. It often made the older girl mad, though Charlie didn't care. None of them deserved her.
And of course, since both had grown up as the only child, they had their little brawls. Jen would be sitting in the living room, lounging and watching 'Sleepless in Seattle' when Charlie would walk in, steal the remote, and switch it to a hockey game They both knew there were three TVs in the house both neither cared. Both stubborn teenagers would spend the entire time fighting over the remote, resulting in both of them missing their shows. Grams would then 'send them to their rooms' like you would see on TV.
A fond smile crept on to Charlie's face as he remembered this. He and Jen were close-knit and he could really use her guidance at them moment. He missed his real family, but she didn't even know he HAD a family. He had never told anyone anything when he had been placed in foster care. They all assumed his parents had died or something like that.
He couldn't help but wonder what they would say if they found out he had run away. That he HAD a family, he just chose to act on a whim and leave them...
He let out a depressed sigh as he turned away from the window. Without even changing out of his clothes, he fell into a deep sleep.
~~~*~~~
Julie smiled as Jeremy Bombay sat in between her and his friend Luke in the car. He kind of looked like a young, reddish- brown-haired Charlie. Of course they weren't identical because each had a different father, but you could see a resemblance if you really looked.
In fact, Jeremy's personality mirrored Charlie's acutely. They were both relatively stubborn and were die-hard hockey buffs.
Just thinking about her old captain made Julie's eyes mist over slightly. She still couldn't believe it had been nine years. Nine years with no word from Charlie. Most had given him up for dead, but part of Julie refused to believe it. He couldn't have...
She was shaken out of her thoughts when she noticed one of the kids trying to steal Jeremy's bag. He was clutching onto it for dear life, screaming and kicking.
Julie pulled the bag from his vice grip and waited for the other kid to move on to something else. When the boy did, she handed Jeremy back his bag. The young Bombay thanked her and held the bag like it was his greatest treasure.
The woman couldn't help but wonder what was in Jeremy's bag, but there was no way she would try to take it from him. The kid seemed persistent in keeping it a secret. And whatever it was sure meant a lot to him.
Guy started the engine, following the other cars out of the parking lot. As Julie looked out the window, she could have sworn she saw someone that looked like Charlie walking towards some hotel...
Nah, she was just hallucinating...
~~~*~~~
Charlie could feel his shoulders being shaken as he opened his eyes slightly. His vision was blurry and his thoughts were incoherent.
"Huh?" he mumbled. Ah, the intelligent response.
Once his vision returned to a semi-normal state, he saw an uncharacteristically chipper Andy. The words that had been nothing more than a low hum before were beginning to process in his brain.
"Conway, we have the day off! You might was well enjoy it!" was the first thing Charlie understood.
"Why are you so...energetic, man? I would have figured you got wasted last night after our win...considering we have the whole day off." Charlie muttered glumly, covering his face with the complementary pillow.
"I took some of that stuff that prevents hangovers before they start. I love that stuff. It is a Godsend, I tell ya." Andy said with a grin.
Charlie just groaned.
"Stop being such a downer! Get up! It's already ten o'clock! Some of the guys are heading to Minneapolis soon so if you wanted to come you should hurry." Andy McDonald said.
Minneapolis? Like heck he was going to Minneapolis...
"No thanks...I think I'll just sleep..." Charlie said, settling with that as a sufficient response as he rolled over. He pulled the covers around him more tightly, forming his own little cocoon.
"No way! I refuse to let you lie here and SLEEP! It will throw off our system. If you sleep all day, you won't sleep at night. Then you'll stay up all night and be sleepy in the day. Then you won't be able to play you'll be so dang SLEEPY!" McDonald protested, whacking Charlie on the head.
Charlie let out a groan and buried his head deeper in the pillow. "GO AWAY!" Charlie protested.
"Not until you wake up." Andy said, folding his arms stubbornly.
"Then you're gonna be there for awhile." Charlie said defiantly.
Andy then grabbed Charlie by the ankle and tried to drag the younger man unceremoniously out of bed. Charlie grabbed the bedpost, clutching onto it for dear life.
"NOOO! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" he protested, a death grip wrapped firmly around the wooden bedpost.
The older man continued yanking on Charlie's ankle choppily, making it harder for Charlie to hold on.
"DANG YOU MCDONALD!" Charlie said as his hand slipped. He grabbed the mattress and pulled it off with him as Andy gave one final tug.
The once-nice sheets were pulled off the mattress and the mattress was on Charlie. Andy stood on the side, smiling smugly to himself. Mission accomplished.
Charlie then pulled the sheets off the rest of the way and curled up in them, a content smile appearing on his face. Andy's face fell...
That wasn't supposed to happen...
"CHARLIE!" Andy said, kicking the guy in the side with his bare feet.
"GO AWAY! Just leave me here..." Charlie said sleepily. He wasn't even still sleepy. He just felt like being alone.
"You know the maids are going to kick you out of the room any minute now...you are aware of that, right?" Andy asked.
Dang it...
"Oh yeah..." Charlie said simply as he peeked out from under the sheets and mattress.
"I suggest you get up, dressed, and out before the maids DO show up...I don't think they will take kindly to our 'revamping' of the room." Andy said, motioning to the misplaced mattress and sheets flung everywhere. They had totally wrecked the place.
"Point taken." Charlie said as he stood up.
He walked into the bathroom and took a five-second shower before wrapping a towel around his damp body to brush his teeth.
He rinsed and spit. Running a brush through his hair haphazardly, he threw on a navy blue shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of jeans. He put on a pair of black converse and was out of the bathroom within five minutes.
"Nicely done, Conway. Record time. Now lets get out of here." Andy declared, proud of his waking-up-job.
Charlie nodded and followed the older man out the door just as two maids walked up to the room. Both hockey players gave the women dazzling smiles as the walked past. The women smiled back. As they walked up to the room an opened the door...
Both guys could hear a pin drop before an explosion of frustration and angry screams carried down the hall. Charlie and Andy bolted for the parking lot, glad to be out of harms way.
"Whew...just in time, too." Conway said, grinning at his partner-in-crime.
"Yeah...I TOLD you...and to think you would have had to endure that all by yourself. You own me one, Conway." McDonald said with a grin.
Charlie grinned back as they stepped out into the brisk, chilly air.
The two men met up with a few other players. They checked in with their coach and told him where they were going. The coach gave them permission to go and they proceeded on their merry way.
Liz- I'm so glad you thought it was cute! ^_^ Yes, I just love irony so much I could hardly help myself. ^_^ Heehee...I love that line. Linda is such a retard. *says in a retarded, squeaky voice* "You're a jock, aren't you?" WHAT a moron...NAW, he's just wearing a hockey jersey, obsessed with hockey, and the captain of the team. Nah, he's not a jock...Sorry...went of on a tangent. Linda so doesn't deserve him though...Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. ^_^
Soph- Lol, yeah. I'm gonna do that whole d-r-a-w-i-n-g it out thing. ^_^ It's just too dang fun! ^_^ Lol, yeah. ^_^ It is kinda like that. Lol. For some strange reason I'm getting the impression that you ant me to go on. I wonder where that came from. ^_^ Lol, well I'm glad to know that waiting for my updates is the more interesting thing you have to do. ^_^ That's makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! *grins* I'm glad you like the Jeremy/Charlie interaction. ^_^ Heehee...yes, Charlie's great Words of Wisdom. "Watch out for park benches." We should all heed his warning...dun dun dun...Well, you'll just have to wait and see what their reactions are. ^_^ I actually haven't planned that far ahead. *grins* I run the scene through my head, trying to decide how I want them to react. And this proves I am a very unorganized, spontaneous person. ^_^ Some things I plan, others take on a life of their own. ^_~ Yes...you living in Texas WOULD make it SO much easier for you to come to Texas and hear my way-cool English accent. Lol...^_^
Chorins96- Heehee...yes, it was a tad anticlimactic. Sorry to leave y'all hangin' like that. I could hardly resist. ^_^ Lol, yes, I got your suggestions. ^_^ They are definitely going on my 'Board Of Possible Angles This Story Might Take.' Lol...See? I told you I don't know jack-squat about hockey teams. ^_^ But we can say that within the next few years, Montana gets a hockey team. ^_^ Considering at this point in the story, it is 2006...yes, we can pretend that within the next 2-3 years Montana cracks down and gets a hockey team for my story's sake. ^_^ Heehee...thanks for reviewing, though! *grins* I love your feedback!!!
Denverhockeygirl- *grins* I'm glad you like the taunting. ^_^ I tend to do that sometimes. Hmmm...good idea. *contemplates*...*writes down 'blow them off' on the 'Board Of Possible Angles This Story Might Take' next to Chorins96's ideas* Very good idea...Angst=Good.
Banksiesbabe99- Lol...sorry to leave you hangin' like that. ^_^ I'm just not ready for them to see each other yet...I must be dramatic...dun dun dun. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing! I always love hearing from you!
Joshrox116- Lol, yes. If only he would show them the picture. But then my story would be awfully uneventful, wouldn't it be? ^_^ Thanks again for reviewing, Katie! ^_~ Love ya bunches!
Shequita- Thanks for reviewing! ^_~
Adriana- Lol! ^_^ I'm glad you think it's funny! It's nice to know there are boundaries beyond my angst. ^_^ Ooh, yay. I'll reply to your 'Shattered Glass' review next...Lalala...I love to sing. ^_^ Well, most of the time...*grins*
Jess- *grins* Ah, I must be suspenseful, young grasshopper. ^_^ Patience is a virtue! Lol...meh, screw patience! ^_^ Lol...anyway. I'm glad you are enjoying the story.
Nebula- I'm glad you liked the skippin'-nine-years-thing. ^_^ Yeah, the Ducks, well some of them, were the ones helping Gordon take the kids. That's very perceptive of you. ^_^ And I'll get into the other Ducks later. I'm just taking my time developing Charlie and stuff. I'll mention the other Ducks later. ^_^ Yeah. I was shooting for irony. ^_^ I would have to say Jeremy will be rather happy when they all make the connection. ^_~ Don't worry, Adam will be explained. It may be a few chapters, but Adam, as well as some others, will be explained. Worry not! ^_^
Shanks- Lol, I'm sorry that I'm driving you nuts! I'll update now! Thank you for reminding me...lol...I was getting a wee-bit caught up in 'Shattered Glass' and this skipped my mind. ^_^ Meh, I'll go ahead and make you happy now. ^_^
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 5-
Charlie let out a sigh. Could it really be? Could his old hockey coach, Gordon Bombay, be there? The same coach who had abandoned him nine years before?
No way...
No FREAKIN' way...
He let out a sigh and squeezed his way out of the crowd. He would head back to the hotel they were staying at and go to sleep early. Once a drunken Andy McDonald got home, there would be no going to sleep. If Charlie managed to get to sleep before this happened, he was a heavy sleeper and could make it through the night.
The hockey player walked the short distance to the hotel. He felt in the pocket of his bag for the key he had been given. Once his fingers wrapped around the small object, he pulled it out and walked into the reception area of the hotel.
Charlie gave the man behind the desk a swift nod before finding his room. He slipped the card key through the slot and opened it when the little light turned green.
He unceremoniously flung the hockey bag against the wall and collapsed on his bed, allowing the door to close itself. He grabbed the fluffy pillow and buried his face in it. He wasn't sure why his throat nearly closed up at the sight of that little green hockey jersey...maybe coming back wasn't such a great idea after all...
Charlie then turned to look out the window, still spread out on the bed. It was dark outside. Dark and cold.
He shivered at the thought, remembering nine years before when he had been alone on the streets of Toronto. Even HE would admit that wasn't the most intelligent decision of his life...
He wrapped the covers tightly around his body. It was starting to get really cold outside and he was freezing.
It hadn't been very cold that night, but it hadn't been the most pleasant night of his life. That was the day he had first met his foster sister, Jen Lindley. Within the next few days he had ended up being placed in Jen and her Grams' home for foster care...imagine that. Running away from a family only to be placed in another.
That had NOT been his original plan.
Sure enough, it hadn't been too long before Charlie had become dreadfully homesick. But his stubborn pride had kept him in Canada. Sure, it was nothing against Jen and Grams. They had become his family over the years. His grudge against those in Minnesota still held true, but that didn't mean he didn't miss them sometimes. He was only human.
Jen had become his best friend over the years. She was like an older sister, and once they got over the rocky beginning, they had become very close. Anytime a guy would even think of hitting on her, Charlie proceeded to give the third degree. It often made the older girl mad, though Charlie didn't care. None of them deserved her.
And of course, since both had grown up as the only child, they had their little brawls. Jen would be sitting in the living room, lounging and watching 'Sleepless in Seattle' when Charlie would walk in, steal the remote, and switch it to a hockey game They both knew there were three TVs in the house both neither cared. Both stubborn teenagers would spend the entire time fighting over the remote, resulting in both of them missing their shows. Grams would then 'send them to their rooms' like you would see on TV.
A fond smile crept on to Charlie's face as he remembered this. He and Jen were close-knit and he could really use her guidance at them moment. He missed his real family, but she didn't even know he HAD a family. He had never told anyone anything when he had been placed in foster care. They all assumed his parents had died or something like that.
He couldn't help but wonder what they would say if they found out he had run away. That he HAD a family, he just chose to act on a whim and leave them...
He let out a depressed sigh as he turned away from the window. Without even changing out of his clothes, he fell into a deep sleep.
~~~*~~~
Julie smiled as Jeremy Bombay sat in between her and his friend Luke in the car. He kind of looked like a young, reddish- brown-haired Charlie. Of course they weren't identical because each had a different father, but you could see a resemblance if you really looked.
In fact, Jeremy's personality mirrored Charlie's acutely. They were both relatively stubborn and were die-hard hockey buffs.
Just thinking about her old captain made Julie's eyes mist over slightly. She still couldn't believe it had been nine years. Nine years with no word from Charlie. Most had given him up for dead, but part of Julie refused to believe it. He couldn't have...
She was shaken out of her thoughts when she noticed one of the kids trying to steal Jeremy's bag. He was clutching onto it for dear life, screaming and kicking.
Julie pulled the bag from his vice grip and waited for the other kid to move on to something else. When the boy did, she handed Jeremy back his bag. The young Bombay thanked her and held the bag like it was his greatest treasure.
The woman couldn't help but wonder what was in Jeremy's bag, but there was no way she would try to take it from him. The kid seemed persistent in keeping it a secret. And whatever it was sure meant a lot to him.
Guy started the engine, following the other cars out of the parking lot. As Julie looked out the window, she could have sworn she saw someone that looked like Charlie walking towards some hotel...
Nah, she was just hallucinating...
~~~*~~~
Charlie could feel his shoulders being shaken as he opened his eyes slightly. His vision was blurry and his thoughts were incoherent.
"Huh?" he mumbled. Ah, the intelligent response.
Once his vision returned to a semi-normal state, he saw an uncharacteristically chipper Andy. The words that had been nothing more than a low hum before were beginning to process in his brain.
"Conway, we have the day off! You might was well enjoy it!" was the first thing Charlie understood.
"Why are you so...energetic, man? I would have figured you got wasted last night after our win...considering we have the whole day off." Charlie muttered glumly, covering his face with the complementary pillow.
"I took some of that stuff that prevents hangovers before they start. I love that stuff. It is a Godsend, I tell ya." Andy said with a grin.
Charlie just groaned.
"Stop being such a downer! Get up! It's already ten o'clock! Some of the guys are heading to Minneapolis soon so if you wanted to come you should hurry." Andy McDonald said.
Minneapolis? Like heck he was going to Minneapolis...
"No thanks...I think I'll just sleep..." Charlie said, settling with that as a sufficient response as he rolled over. He pulled the covers around him more tightly, forming his own little cocoon.
"No way! I refuse to let you lie here and SLEEP! It will throw off our system. If you sleep all day, you won't sleep at night. Then you'll stay up all night and be sleepy in the day. Then you won't be able to play you'll be so dang SLEEPY!" McDonald protested, whacking Charlie on the head.
Charlie let out a groan and buried his head deeper in the pillow. "GO AWAY!" Charlie protested.
"Not until you wake up." Andy said, folding his arms stubbornly.
"Then you're gonna be there for awhile." Charlie said defiantly.
Andy then grabbed Charlie by the ankle and tried to drag the younger man unceremoniously out of bed. Charlie grabbed the bedpost, clutching onto it for dear life.
"NOOO! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" he protested, a death grip wrapped firmly around the wooden bedpost.
The older man continued yanking on Charlie's ankle choppily, making it harder for Charlie to hold on.
"DANG YOU MCDONALD!" Charlie said as his hand slipped. He grabbed the mattress and pulled it off with him as Andy gave one final tug.
The once-nice sheets were pulled off the mattress and the mattress was on Charlie. Andy stood on the side, smiling smugly to himself. Mission accomplished.
Charlie then pulled the sheets off the rest of the way and curled up in them, a content smile appearing on his face. Andy's face fell...
That wasn't supposed to happen...
"CHARLIE!" Andy said, kicking the guy in the side with his bare feet.
"GO AWAY! Just leave me here..." Charlie said sleepily. He wasn't even still sleepy. He just felt like being alone.
"You know the maids are going to kick you out of the room any minute now...you are aware of that, right?" Andy asked.
Dang it...
"Oh yeah..." Charlie said simply as he peeked out from under the sheets and mattress.
"I suggest you get up, dressed, and out before the maids DO show up...I don't think they will take kindly to our 'revamping' of the room." Andy said, motioning to the misplaced mattress and sheets flung everywhere. They had totally wrecked the place.
"Point taken." Charlie said as he stood up.
He walked into the bathroom and took a five-second shower before wrapping a towel around his damp body to brush his teeth.
He rinsed and spit. Running a brush through his hair haphazardly, he threw on a navy blue shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of jeans. He put on a pair of black converse and was out of the bathroom within five minutes.
"Nicely done, Conway. Record time. Now lets get out of here." Andy declared, proud of his waking-up-job.
Charlie nodded and followed the older man out the door just as two maids walked up to the room. Both hockey players gave the women dazzling smiles as the walked past. The women smiled back. As they walked up to the room an opened the door...
Both guys could hear a pin drop before an explosion of frustration and angry screams carried down the hall. Charlie and Andy bolted for the parking lot, glad to be out of harms way.
"Whew...just in time, too." Conway said, grinning at his partner-in-crime.
"Yeah...I TOLD you...and to think you would have had to endure that all by yourself. You own me one, Conway." McDonald said with a grin.
Charlie grinned back as they stepped out into the brisk, chilly air.
The two men met up with a few other players. They checked in with their coach and told him where they were going. The coach gave them permission to go and they proceeded on their merry way.