~* I have finally figured out who Nicholas is going to be. And I've come to the conclusion he is Tom Welling from Small Ville. I think he could be Adam's older brother, since I already mentioned the Nick had dark hair like their father. So that completes the Banks family tree*~
Adam crept up the walkway to his house, stashing his gear bag in the gardener's shed to avoid having any unnecessary clattering when he tried to sneak up stairs. He even made sure to take off his sneakers and leave them on the front porch. He could see through the living room window that his father was on the sofa watching CNN and he really wanted to evade the three hour 'discussion' on the team trade, he knew he'd be in for if caught, not to mention the reaming he was certain to receive for coming home so late. The front door clicked closed so quietly it could barely be heard and he skittered up the stairs in stocking feet careful not to make much noise.
Without stopping to knock Adam burst into his brother's room, finding Nicholas's girlfriend Kory sitting on his bed rather then his brother himself. He was about to back out and shut the door behind him when Kory looked up from the science book she was studying from and smiled.
"Hey Adam, Nicky's in the bathroom. Come sit down, he'll be out in a minute."
The boy nodded and walked further into the room, pulling out Nick's desk chair and sitting in it. He didn't mind being alone with Kory for a little while, in fact he sort of liked her, at least she was on the one girl that his brother brought home he approved of. She wasn't like the other girls at Eden Hall, (with exception of her trim build, shiny honey colored hair and teal eyes) that followed Nicholas around because he was an athlete and handsome or paid attention to him for the simple fact that their parents belonged to the same country club as the Banks'. Also she didn't look at Adam as a pest when he hung around them like allot of the other girl's did. She understood that Nick was Adam's best friend and it was cool with her. The best thing about her though was just her in general, there weren't many girls in the world like her and everyone knew Nicholas was lucky to find her. She wasn't really wealthy she was the daughter of a retired Marine and spent most of her life in Georgia and grew up being hard of hearing so she knew what it was like to have to work hard. Those two things alone made her a sweet person that her boyfriend's little brother enjoyed being around.
"I heard about you being sent to another team. Nick and your dad were fighting about it. I didn't really get most of what was said though, they were yelling to quickly for me to read their lips."
"I don't wanna go to the Ducks, but I just want to play hockey. Do you know what I mean?" The young boy asked, knowing that she probably did.
"I do, it's like I love being the first chair violinist in the school orchestra and if they wanted to move me to second or third chair, I wouldn't want to go, but I love my violin so I'd go."
"Yeah kinda like that sweetie, but not exactly." Nick partly agreed reentering his room with a towel tied securely around his hips. "How are you feeling little brother, are you doing okay?"
"I'll be alright, besides I shouldn't get all worried about it. Dad'll have it all worked out by the weekend anyway right?"
"Knowing our father, he'll have it worked out by tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't decide to talk to me about it again, that's the first time we ever fought and I hope the last. You know what he said to me? 'Why can't you be more like your brother, he's respectful?' Can you believe that? I thought I was the good son."
Adam cracked his knuckles again and rose from the chair he was seated in. It felt good to know that for once he'd been considered the better son in something, but some how knowing it was only because Nicholas was defending him was depressing. Without a word he left the room and crossed the hall, flopping on his bed with a sigh. Why did Nick have to be so perfect all the time? He had perfect hair and the perfect girlfriend, hung out with the perfect people and did the perfect things. The older boy got perfect grades and wear perfect clothes. He was so perfect that on the rare occasion that he actually irked his younger sibling , Adam couldn't even stay mad at him longer then five minutes. How can you be mad at someone that never does anything wrong? Maybe Adam was just in a foul mood, or maybe Nicholas's comment about being the good son set him off, either way the boy started flipping out.
He was pulling posters off his walls and scribbling on the faces of some of his hockey cards. His gear was still in the gardener's shed from earlier luckily or he more then likely would've broken his stick in half and cut slices in his hockey sheets with the blade of his skates. When his mother called into him that he had a phone call his room looked like a cyclone hit it and he wasn't even finished trashing it yet.
"Hello?" Adam tried to keep his voice level as he picked up the extension in his room.
"Hi Banks, it's John." The person on the other end greeted.
"Hey Larson, what's up?"
"Well I just got back from going with my dad to pick up the rent at one of our apartments in Minneapolis and I ran into one of the kids from the Ducks. I guess I'm Connie Moreau's land lord, anyway she said that there is no more Ducks. She told me when the team found out they were getting you, that all the players quit. If your dad can get Gordon Bombay to disband the team they have to let you play for us cause we're the closest district with a team."
"That's awesome! Thanks Larson, I'm gonna go tell him, um right after I clean my room." Adam hung up quickly and started cleaning up faster then the flash on inspection day, he knew once his father found out there was no way he'd have to leave his team or lose his friends. So much for the talk he'd had with Hans, he may have loved hockey enough to play anywhere he could, but if he didn't have to swap teams he sure as heck wasn't going to.
Adam crept up the walkway to his house, stashing his gear bag in the gardener's shed to avoid having any unnecessary clattering when he tried to sneak up stairs. He even made sure to take off his sneakers and leave them on the front porch. He could see through the living room window that his father was on the sofa watching CNN and he really wanted to evade the three hour 'discussion' on the team trade, he knew he'd be in for if caught, not to mention the reaming he was certain to receive for coming home so late. The front door clicked closed so quietly it could barely be heard and he skittered up the stairs in stocking feet careful not to make much noise.
Without stopping to knock Adam burst into his brother's room, finding Nicholas's girlfriend Kory sitting on his bed rather then his brother himself. He was about to back out and shut the door behind him when Kory looked up from the science book she was studying from and smiled.
"Hey Adam, Nicky's in the bathroom. Come sit down, he'll be out in a minute."
The boy nodded and walked further into the room, pulling out Nick's desk chair and sitting in it. He didn't mind being alone with Kory for a little while, in fact he sort of liked her, at least she was on the one girl that his brother brought home he approved of. She wasn't like the other girls at Eden Hall, (with exception of her trim build, shiny honey colored hair and teal eyes) that followed Nicholas around because he was an athlete and handsome or paid attention to him for the simple fact that their parents belonged to the same country club as the Banks'. Also she didn't look at Adam as a pest when he hung around them like allot of the other girl's did. She understood that Nick was Adam's best friend and it was cool with her. The best thing about her though was just her in general, there weren't many girls in the world like her and everyone knew Nicholas was lucky to find her. She wasn't really wealthy she was the daughter of a retired Marine and spent most of her life in Georgia and grew up being hard of hearing so she knew what it was like to have to work hard. Those two things alone made her a sweet person that her boyfriend's little brother enjoyed being around.
"I heard about you being sent to another team. Nick and your dad were fighting about it. I didn't really get most of what was said though, they were yelling to quickly for me to read their lips."
"I don't wanna go to the Ducks, but I just want to play hockey. Do you know what I mean?" The young boy asked, knowing that she probably did.
"I do, it's like I love being the first chair violinist in the school orchestra and if they wanted to move me to second or third chair, I wouldn't want to go, but I love my violin so I'd go."
"Yeah kinda like that sweetie, but not exactly." Nick partly agreed reentering his room with a towel tied securely around his hips. "How are you feeling little brother, are you doing okay?"
"I'll be alright, besides I shouldn't get all worried about it. Dad'll have it all worked out by the weekend anyway right?"
"Knowing our father, he'll have it worked out by tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't decide to talk to me about it again, that's the first time we ever fought and I hope the last. You know what he said to me? 'Why can't you be more like your brother, he's respectful?' Can you believe that? I thought I was the good son."
Adam cracked his knuckles again and rose from the chair he was seated in. It felt good to know that for once he'd been considered the better son in something, but some how knowing it was only because Nicholas was defending him was depressing. Without a word he left the room and crossed the hall, flopping on his bed with a sigh. Why did Nick have to be so perfect all the time? He had perfect hair and the perfect girlfriend, hung out with the perfect people and did the perfect things. The older boy got perfect grades and wear perfect clothes. He was so perfect that on the rare occasion that he actually irked his younger sibling , Adam couldn't even stay mad at him longer then five minutes. How can you be mad at someone that never does anything wrong? Maybe Adam was just in a foul mood, or maybe Nicholas's comment about being the good son set him off, either way the boy started flipping out.
He was pulling posters off his walls and scribbling on the faces of some of his hockey cards. His gear was still in the gardener's shed from earlier luckily or he more then likely would've broken his stick in half and cut slices in his hockey sheets with the blade of his skates. When his mother called into him that he had a phone call his room looked like a cyclone hit it and he wasn't even finished trashing it yet.
"Hello?" Adam tried to keep his voice level as he picked up the extension in his room.
"Hi Banks, it's John." The person on the other end greeted.
"Hey Larson, what's up?"
"Well I just got back from going with my dad to pick up the rent at one of our apartments in Minneapolis and I ran into one of the kids from the Ducks. I guess I'm Connie Moreau's land lord, anyway she said that there is no more Ducks. She told me when the team found out they were getting you, that all the players quit. If your dad can get Gordon Bombay to disband the team they have to let you play for us cause we're the closest district with a team."
"That's awesome! Thanks Larson, I'm gonna go tell him, um right after I clean my room." Adam hung up quickly and started cleaning up faster then the flash on inspection day, he knew once his father found out there was no way he'd have to leave his team or lose his friends. So much for the talk he'd had with Hans, he may have loved hockey enough to play anywhere he could, but if he didn't have to swap teams he sure as heck wasn't going to.