~* I'm apologizing in advance to the rest of the volunteers to be Banksie's date, but I picked Quimby. Don't despair however because Brittany and Alix are both getting some attention from Adam at the party, I hope you're not offended by how you're portrayed.*~
Adam knocked on the door at the McGill residence and patiently waited for it to be opened. Loud music was coming from the inside and the sound of telling adolescents could be heard even above that.
"Why did I have to wear a stupid dress?" The tiny redhead standing beside him, pulling at the hem of her skirt.
"Oh come on Quimby, it's not that bad." Adam told her. "Beside you're aunt Sophie thought you looked nice."
"Oh what does she know?" The petite girl grumbled. "You know I'm not going to like these people."
"Yup, but being you're the only girl my age I know, so that means you had to come with me. Plus, my family pays your aunt." The boy stated and knocked again.
Quimby stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at Adam just as the door swung open, with Steven McGill standing on the other side.
"Hi Adam, come on in." The host stepped back to allow his guest to enter. "So, who is this?" He gestured to Banks' date.
"This my friend Sara, but call her Quimby, if you know what's good for you." Banksie replied handing McGill his present a puck sighed by the Minnesota North Stars starting line up.
McGill nodded and led the two into the huge formal dining room, that was filled with food, decorations, a DJ and kids. Instantly Quimby started to fidget, ten seconds around those spoiled, stuck up, preppy snobs was already too much.
"Adam, I wanna go." She tugged on his sleeve.
"We can't go yet, we just got here." The boy told her.
"I don't get enough in my allowance to talk to these people." The girl whispered fiercely.
"Hey Adam, come over here!" Larson yelled from across the room.
"Please Q, these guys are really cool and they want to be friends with me, don't ruin it for me." Banks pleaded.
Sara sighed.
"Okay, but you own me."
"Anything, mingle, have fun and please behave." And bounded off to see what Larson wanted, leaving Quimby alone.
"Adam, I'd like you to meet Alix and Brittany, they go to school with Steven and me. They've been watching you since you came in." John introduced him to a couple of girls that were standing next to him giving Banks the eyes. Then he walked away to find McGill.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Adam extended his hand and the girls giggled.
"Hello." They said in unison.
That's when Banks came to the conclusion, girls at the age of ten were just to weird for him, but he was raised better then that so he smiled politely and asked if they'd like to dance with him. They both happily agreed.
Quimby was standing by the snack table, absentmindedly stirring the punch in the bowl with the server. She really, really wanted to go home.
"I was looking at the schedule this morning," Larson began, taking a cookie off the platter by Sara. "we've got a District Five game Tuesday."
"Gee that'll be worth wild, what a waste of our talent. My grandma could beat those guys." McGill said snidely. "I don't even know why they bother to show up."
"Neither do I."
Quimby dropped the ladle in the punch and jogged around the table, getting toe to toe with McGill. She stared up at the boy like he wasn't eight inches taller then her.
"What's your problem with the District Five team?"
"They suck." McGill retorted "And they're useless."
"You know what, they may not be good hockey players, but they're really nice people and they're fun. Guy Germaine's been my best friend since I was three and Charlie Conway live upstairs from me." She put her hands on her hips. "And lastly, Adam's maid is not the help, she's my family." With that she kicked him hard in the shin and ran.
Adam was attempting to dance with Alix and Brittany (something that was hard for him to do, being no Banks ever had rhythm) when Sara came running toward him and grabbed his arm.
"Adam, we gotta go."
"What, why?" Banks looked at her confused, then held up a finger to instruct his dancing partners to wait.
"I, uh, I just kicked your friend, so let's go." The tiny girl mustered up all her strength and proceeded to pull Banksie out of the house.
And so ended his day out. And he wasn't looking forward to hearing what Larson and McGill were going to have to say to him the next time they saw him. Why couldn't fate just let him have friends, real friends, normal friends.
Adam knocked on the door at the McGill residence and patiently waited for it to be opened. Loud music was coming from the inside and the sound of telling adolescents could be heard even above that.
"Why did I have to wear a stupid dress?" The tiny redhead standing beside him, pulling at the hem of her skirt.
"Oh come on Quimby, it's not that bad." Adam told her. "Beside you're aunt Sophie thought you looked nice."
"Oh what does she know?" The petite girl grumbled. "You know I'm not going to like these people."
"Yup, but being you're the only girl my age I know, so that means you had to come with me. Plus, my family pays your aunt." The boy stated and knocked again.
Quimby stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at Adam just as the door swung open, with Steven McGill standing on the other side.
"Hi Adam, come on in." The host stepped back to allow his guest to enter. "So, who is this?" He gestured to Banks' date.
"This my friend Sara, but call her Quimby, if you know what's good for you." Banksie replied handing McGill his present a puck sighed by the Minnesota North Stars starting line up.
McGill nodded and led the two into the huge formal dining room, that was filled with food, decorations, a DJ and kids. Instantly Quimby started to fidget, ten seconds around those spoiled, stuck up, preppy snobs was already too much.
"Adam, I wanna go." She tugged on his sleeve.
"We can't go yet, we just got here." The boy told her.
"I don't get enough in my allowance to talk to these people." The girl whispered fiercely.
"Hey Adam, come over here!" Larson yelled from across the room.
"Please Q, these guys are really cool and they want to be friends with me, don't ruin it for me." Banks pleaded.
Sara sighed.
"Okay, but you own me."
"Anything, mingle, have fun and please behave." And bounded off to see what Larson wanted, leaving Quimby alone.
"Adam, I'd like you to meet Alix and Brittany, they go to school with Steven and me. They've been watching you since you came in." John introduced him to a couple of girls that were standing next to him giving Banks the eyes. Then he walked away to find McGill.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Adam extended his hand and the girls giggled.
"Hello." They said in unison.
That's when Banks came to the conclusion, girls at the age of ten were just to weird for him, but he was raised better then that so he smiled politely and asked if they'd like to dance with him. They both happily agreed.
Quimby was standing by the snack table, absentmindedly stirring the punch in the bowl with the server. She really, really wanted to go home.
"I was looking at the schedule this morning," Larson began, taking a cookie off the platter by Sara. "we've got a District Five game Tuesday."
"Gee that'll be worth wild, what a waste of our talent. My grandma could beat those guys." McGill said snidely. "I don't even know why they bother to show up."
"Neither do I."
Quimby dropped the ladle in the punch and jogged around the table, getting toe to toe with McGill. She stared up at the boy like he wasn't eight inches taller then her.
"What's your problem with the District Five team?"
"They suck." McGill retorted "And they're useless."
"You know what, they may not be good hockey players, but they're really nice people and they're fun. Guy Germaine's been my best friend since I was three and Charlie Conway live upstairs from me." She put her hands on her hips. "And lastly, Adam's maid is not the help, she's my family." With that she kicked him hard in the shin and ran.
Adam was attempting to dance with Alix and Brittany (something that was hard for him to do, being no Banks ever had rhythm) when Sara came running toward him and grabbed his arm.
"Adam, we gotta go."
"What, why?" Banks looked at her confused, then held up a finger to instruct his dancing partners to wait.
"I, uh, I just kicked your friend, so let's go." The tiny girl mustered up all her strength and proceeded to pull Banksie out of the house.
And so ended his day out. And he wasn't looking forward to hearing what Larson and McGill were going to have to say to him the next time they saw him. Why couldn't fate just let him have friends, real friends, normal friends.