I could feel Josie at the end of my bed just sitting there. She hadn't said
anything yet to me this morning but I didn't consider the fact that I have
basically separated myself from the world since after practice. I just
wanted to be alone. If I was alone, no one would know or ask me about the
very person on the end of my bed.
"Adam, get up." I heard Josie whisper getting up from the foot of my bed. I could hear her moving close to my head but I just played it off as if I were sleeping. "I know you're not asleep. Averman told me you already chewed him out for trying to get you out of bed."
Note to self: kill Averman. "Go away. I don't want to get up. I want to sleep. I'm tired."
"Adam, you're usually up at dawn, besides you have to eat a good breakfast. The hockey game? Mud Dogs? You're planning on crushing them?" She coaxed rubbing my shoulder lightly.
"I'm not going." I replied tightening my grip on the covers that were pulled over my head.
I could almost see the smirk spreading around her face. "Yes you are. Almost every scout in the state and surrounding states are going to be at this game to see Varsity. And weren't you telling me that they usually come early to look at next year's possibilities?"
I groaned. Why did I tell her about all of that? "I don't care. The scouts can just kiss my white preppy ass. I don't want to go." I shivered, and shifted so my foot was under the covers; my tiny cocoon of solitude.
"Adam!" She yelped. "You don't want to do this! You will regret it if you skip today's game. Especially over something that I don't even understand. So how about you tell me why you don't want to get out of bed and play hockey."
"Charlie is a jackass."
She sighed. "I'm glad we got that straightened out. Do you want to tell me why he's a jackass?" I felt her weight fall onto the edge of my bed.
Because he's butting into our relationship, telling me that I should tell you that I read your diary over Christmas break and I think he's being a jerk for telling me what I should and should not do in a relationship he has nothing to do with. Yeah, like I could tell her that. "Because he is."
The springs from the bed squealed as she got up. "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll ask him."
I sat up in my bed. "No don't!" I tossed the covers off my head and stared at her with wide eyes. If she asked him he might actually tell her, and I would lose her forever. "He's being an idiot right now and I don't want you in the middle of a fight that he and I are in."
She shrugged. "Adam, I'm you're girlfriend, not Charlie's, so as crazy as this might n sound, I'm on you're side, however, I am his friend and I think that you two need an unbiased moderator." She smirked. "And I just happen to be willing to offer my services, however it won't be free. I do charge."
"No, seriously Josie; don't, okay?" I replied. "Charlie and I need to work this out on our own."
She walked over to me and rolled her eyes. "And you two seem to be doing so well. I mean, first you beat each other up, for an undisclosed reason, then you have words during practice. And now, you are sitting in your room sulking, trying to ruin your possible career in hockey, by not playing. I swear its genius."
I pulled my knees to my chin. "Don't mock the age old ways of men."
"Here's the deal. I won't mock 'the age old ways of men' if you get up, get dressed and talk to Charlie." She replied falling back onto my bed and smiling.
I cocked an eyebrow. "But what will you do?"
"Girlie stuff."
I laughed. "You don't like girlie stuff. The only girlie stuff you really like is figure skating, and even when that's on TV you let me watch the hockey game instead."
She frowned. "Hey, just because I like figure skating doesn't mean I like watching it." She replied. "It is terribly boring and guys in tights are just wrong."
"Didn't Peter wear tights?" I smirked. We had come a long way since November. I remember a time when either of us would mention him and she would end up crying. Now she laughed, drunk with happiness.
"Yes, but only during competitions. Oh, he hated them so much." She shook her head. "He wore track pants and the club clothing whenever he could." She sat up and smiled. "Go talk to Charlie." She quickly changed the subject.
I groaned and narrowed my eyes at her. "You have learned my evasive ways."
She shrugged. "That's what you get when you hang out with me almost 24/7; I learn your tricks." She kissed my cheek and laughed. "I swear to God, give me a hockey stick and I could do that little triple deek thing you and Charlie do."
I laughed. "I bet you could." I leaned into kiss her, but she immediately stood up.
"After you talk to Charlie." She smiled.
My jaw dropped. "You're holding your kisses ransom! You can't do that!"
She shrugged and opened my closet pulling out a pair of khakis and throwing them in my face. "I can do whatever I want." She tossed a blue polo at me. "No rules. It's this philosophy I have."
I smirked and tossed the clothing aside. "No rules hmmm?" I casually wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Well that means I could do whatever I want too." I whispered into her ear.
She laughed. "I would be a whole lot more comfortable if you were in more than just boxers." She shot back.
"Yeah well, you don't always get what you wish for."
She weaved her way out of my arms gracefully and shook her head. "Talk to Charlie, Adam, or I'm going to find out what you're fighting about and you do not want me doing detective work." She threatened as she slipped through the door.
I leaned against my closet and bit my lip. Shit. It was either: tell Josie; what Charlie wanted, or let her play Nancy Drew and figure out what's going on, on her own. Either way, it was crappy.
~*~
I grabbed Charlie's elbow before he got up to join the rest of the Ducks that were filing on the ice.
"Charlie, we have to look like we are good friends again. Please! Do it for me!" I begged him quietly.
Charlie frowned. "Banks; you're weird." He attempted to get up, but I pulled him back onto the bench with a thump.
I looked into his eyes seriously. "I'm going to tell her tomorrow. I'm going to tell Josie tomorrow while we're on a date completely alone. But, if we don't look like we're getting along, she is going to start snooping around and I don't want her to find out on her own. So please Charlie."
"No." He replied simply. "You made this mess and you made it completely clear yesterday that you didn't want my help or opinion. I'm glad you're telling her but I'm not butting into you're business. It only causes me trouble."
I sighed. "Do you want me to beg?" He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. "I'm begging. Please! I'm begging." I whined at him.
He licked his lips and shook his head. "Fine. But on the record, I'm doing this for her. She deserves to hear it from you and not be alone when she finds out."
I smiled. "Thank you!"
We both got up and he looked over at me quickly. "And another thing. I'm still angry at you until you tell her."
I nodded. "I wouldn't expect it any other way." The rest of the walk to the ice was silent except for the dull roar of the arena that was ahead of us.
He nodded and walked ahead of me stepping onto the ice. "You owe me one Banks."
I smiled and stepped onto the ice where a mixture of quacking and barking greeted me enthusiastically. I looked around the crowd for Josie but I couldn't see her. I sighed. That wasn't cool.
Orion waved us all in and which we quickly complied, rushing over towards the bench. "Ok, Ducks. From what I've heard, the Mud Dogs have a defense to be reckoned with, but you know what we've been working on. You need to be fast on you're feet." His eyes darted from person to person. "Their goalie also has a slow glove, from what I see. Everyone, ready? Alright hands in."
But before we could even start our chant, the Mud Dogs, in their gold and red uniforms started their chant.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Averman looked over at me. "Woof? You have to be kidding me." He shook his head. "They stole our chant and made it crappy. I am so glad we weren't offered a scholarship to be a Mud Dog. I would rather be dead then having to bark at every game."
"Averman." Orion hissed. "Get you're head in the game. You can't rant later." He shook his head. "Hands in."
Averman grumbled a 'sure after they've done it once' and put his hand in.
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" We chanted; the loud group in the stands dressed in green and white screamed along with us. I couldn't help but smile.
"GO DUCKS!"
I looked back at the stands as I skated over to my spot at center. I smiled widely. Josie.
She stood up wearing my pee-wee jersey grinning, looking down at the game. It was going to be one hell of a game.
~*~
"You guys did great!" Josie laughed grabbing my hands as I walked out of the change room after a very long, tedious game. She kissed my lips lightly and smiled at Connie and Guy who were right behind us.
I shrugged. "We tied. I should've tried harder."
Guy frowned at my comment. "If you didn't play your best, then I must've been crawling on the ice instead of skating."
The girls nodded in agreement. "Yeah Adam. We all played hard. It's just that the Mud Dogs played hard too. Especially you; I saw that hit you took. That was rough." Connie added with a slight smile.
Josie nodded. "Exactly. Even the guy beside me was taking notes on you Adam." Josie replied nonchalantly, letting go of my hand and walking ahead of me.
I looked at both Connie and Guy with wide eyes; their expressions matched mine. "WHAT!!" We yelped in sync.
Josie jumped and spun around blinking nervously. "Did I say something wrong?"
Guy and I rushed to her side and both of us wrapped an arm over her shoulder, leaving Connie in the dust.
"You were sitting beside a scout!!" Guy yelped anxiously.
"What did he write?" I yelped as Guy nodded enthusiastically.
She shrugged trying to get out from between a pair of still fairly sweaty hockey players. "I don't know. I saw your name and number and the rest was in shorthand." She bit her lip as my face fell. "I talked to him though. He said that I offered good insight into the real you."
I took a deep breath. Oh. God. "What did you say? What did you tell him?"
She blinked. "The truth? I told him that you basically live and breathe hockey and that you'd do anything to play."
Guy nodded. "That sounds good. But what did he say?" He asked quickly forcing all the words together into one big mumble as he jumped from foot to foot excitedly.
Josie began to shrink nervously under the pressure of being interrogated the way she was. "I don't know."
"Guys!" Leave the poor girl alone!" Connie yelped pushing past us and pulling Josie out of our grasp. "Give her at least a little time to breathe between questions!"
Guy and I exchanged quick glances. "Okay. . . Now what did he say?!"
Josie took a deep breath as we came to a halt not too far from the arena. "He said that you were lucky to have a really supportive girlfriend and that every good hockey player needs a good support system." Josie nodded, recollecting what 'he' had said, slowly.
Connie's triumphant smile faded away and a more questioning look took its place. "What school was it?"
Josie's head jerk toward her in surprise expecting the next question to come from either Guy or I. "I'm not sure." Josie replied calmly. "But he gave me his card." She dug into her jeans pocket and handed me a blue and white business card.
"Holy Crap!" I yelped. "Oh my God . . . Oh my God . . ." I mumbled nervously, shaking with nervousness and terror all at the same time.
Connie gripped onto Guy's jacket excitedly. "What is it Banks?"
I stared at Josie who looked just as excited as I felt. "Did you look at the card?"
She shook her head. "No. It was none of my business." She smiled. "I'm just the messenger."
My stomach groaned guiltily. Damn. It's pretty bad when your girlfriend is teaching you a lesson with her knowing it. "Josie, its Yale." I replied as calmly as I could, handing her the card as if it would shatter into a million pieces if it wasn't handled properly.
Connie's jaw dropped. "As in the university?!" She shook her head violently, her hair swishing back and forth. "But you're in grade 10!"
"Grade 10 and Yale is already looking at you." Guy echoed, trying to make sense of it all. "If my mom found out, she might consider adopting you."
I smirked. "They weren't 'watching' me, you guys." I replied trying to lower myself from the pedestal they were putting me on. "It was more like a glance before looking at the real applicants." I looked at them all. "Varsity?"
Connie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. And it wasn't Guy's fault we broke up last time." She replied thrusting her thumb over her shoulder at her boyfriend."
"It wasn't my fault!" Guy yelped in defense as we started moving again. "I've told you this once; I've told you this ten times! I was not looking at Julie!"
"Sure. . ." She scoffed, linking arms with Josie and walking ahead of us.
Guy muttered something under his breath and looked over at me. "You are so lucky you don't have a girlfriend who is completely crazy."
"I heard that!" Cons called over her shoulder and returned to her conversation with Josie.
I sighed. Yeah, I'm so glad I agreed to do this.
~*~
I looked at the glowing numbers on the clock on my nightstand. I groaned. "Josie, wake up."
She stretched and yawned, but curled up under my arm. "Why? It's still dark out?"
I rubbed her shoulder making sure she wouldn't go back to sleep. "You should head back to you're dorm. Julie might be wondering where you are and I've heard that tonight their doing bed checks."
She groaned. "I don't want to move."
"And yet you have to." I smiled. "Come on. Up." I replied picking her up off my bed and forcing her into sitting position.
She sighed and kissed my lips. "Why can't we have sleepovers like last semester?"
I laughed. "Because we don't have to hide anymore and because of our 'sleepovers' we get more bed checks. Now up." I pulled her off my bed and I rubbed her arms that we covered in my old jersey. "Where's you're coat?"
She blinked and looked around the room groaning. "I think I left it in Guy's room after the movie. I'll have to get it tomorrow."
I nodded and grabbed my lettermen's jacket from the foot of my bed. "There, now you match."
She laughed. "Yeah, it looks like I've been swallowed by the team spirit monster." She slipped her arms into my jacket and smiled. "Are you coming with?"
I shook my head. "You'll be fine. Curfew isn't for another fifteen minutes so you'll have plenty of time, however I wouldn't be able to make it back."
She nodded as I walked her to the door, which was only like five steps. "Good night." She whispered grazing my lips with her own.
"Good night." I smirked, knowing she was teasing me. I wrapped both arms around her waist and stooped to meet her lips. She met me eagerly halfway.
She pulled away. "Ok I'm either going now, or not at all." She whispered bring a finger to her lips and blushing madly.
"Ok, you're going." I smiled opening the door and giving her a playful push.
She nodded. "We're meeting at lunch right?"
I made a face. We always did that. "How about we go off campus instead."
"Awesome." She nodded. "I'll meet you here after I'm finished developing. I can give Charlie the pictures to put in the scrapbook. Oh! Camera!"
I looked around the room and grabbed her camera off my desk. "Lucky." I smirked as I handed it to her. "Night."
"Night Adam." She whispered. "Love ya." She laughed as she walked down the hall.
I closed the door and walked over to my computer. "Stupid Spanish assignment. . ." I grumbled looking around my desk. Where did that stupid disk go?
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A/N: Yes, I know. No hockey stuff. I was planning on it, but I wasn't inspired to write a game, besides it wasn't really necessary, you know? I would be just this random game. But I promise there will be at least one hockey game in this sequel. I had like two or three in Don't Speak right? *shrugs* Don't remember. Anyways, I thought I should tell you.
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Ok . . . First of all. I love your reviews! They make me happy! And I totally agree, Charlie and Guy are in my top three all time favorite Ducks (Adam is in there too! If he wasn't one of my favorites . . . why would I write something about him?? *shrugs*) Yeah Charlie is totally right! And I would get Charlie to tie my shoes also, but I have this system where all I have to do is slip them on . . . I guess if I had my very own Charlie (or any other Duck . . .) I could get him to do the slipping of my shoes onto my feet for me. *sighs* I'm glad you like my Guy . . . the Guy . . . just Guy alright! *blinks* I'm confusing myself. Yeah I like to make my characters more complicated. It's more fun to write. Ok. . . I've never actually read West Side Story (but it's on my list of things to do over the summer!!) but I think it was actually based partially on Romeo and Juliet. And I like the idea for using Charlie and an OC, but I think Charlie's mom wouldn't really conflict with anyone unless they were like threatening Charlie or something. But his friends maybe. *shrugs* I don't know. It isn't my place to poke holes into you're ideas. Think of it this way, just run with it. If someone likes it; good for you. If no one does, meh . . . no biggie. You're doing what you like to do. I say go with it, especially if you're inspired. Now go! Write! Be Merry!
Pyro44- Hey! I'm not holding it against you! I'm in high school! I know exactly what stress feels like when a deadline is closing in. Speaking of which, I should be working on a project . . . but *sigh* I am a procrastinator. So sue me. I love writing fights, and I love tension and I absolutely love tension breaking or making lines, especially when they have humor in them. I'm glad you enjoy it! Guy is one of my favorites to write next to Adam, Charlie and Averman. I'm not sure why. But he's definitely in the top five for me! Yeah, I totally wish the Ducks were real. *sigh* however, it is all just a fantasy. I wish...
banks'_ gurl_99- Hey! Well hello new reviewer! Welcome to my story!! I'm for sure going to be writing more and I'm glad you like my story (or stories maybe?) Come back and review me sometime ok? Coolies? Later!
Rach- Oh! Silly me! *slaps wrist* I knew I forgot about something! Stupid daisies! lol! I love tension too!! Do I sense a Twilight Zone moment coming on? *shrugs* Oh you so have a way with words! I love it!! I've been avoiding Averman lately (it's sad I know) because I haven't had anything for him to rant about or be funny about. I finally got it. Yeah I did notice that you keep saying we . . . Is someone stepping into MY spotlight? *giggles* Step away!! I don't think it rocks, but whatever you run with that. Yeah Charlie was freaking out, but he was looking out for his friend and his new friend at the same time. I love making Adam more real and less preppy princess Duck. Later!
Beaner- I was writing the Guy scene with you in mind. I really want to make a good strong Guy and Adam bond. Not sure why. Yeah, that would be an awesome scene, however I think I could make it better, however I think it would be slightly out of place in this story. You like Charlie's alliterations? I love writing them!! Their so much fun! It's ok! No biggie about the little review. I'll live!! Don't forget! Tell Ash about Don't Speak! *cries* My AOL is all funny. I'm so angry. . .
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"Adam, get up." I heard Josie whisper getting up from the foot of my bed. I could hear her moving close to my head but I just played it off as if I were sleeping. "I know you're not asleep. Averman told me you already chewed him out for trying to get you out of bed."
Note to self: kill Averman. "Go away. I don't want to get up. I want to sleep. I'm tired."
"Adam, you're usually up at dawn, besides you have to eat a good breakfast. The hockey game? Mud Dogs? You're planning on crushing them?" She coaxed rubbing my shoulder lightly.
"I'm not going." I replied tightening my grip on the covers that were pulled over my head.
I could almost see the smirk spreading around her face. "Yes you are. Almost every scout in the state and surrounding states are going to be at this game to see Varsity. And weren't you telling me that they usually come early to look at next year's possibilities?"
I groaned. Why did I tell her about all of that? "I don't care. The scouts can just kiss my white preppy ass. I don't want to go." I shivered, and shifted so my foot was under the covers; my tiny cocoon of solitude.
"Adam!" She yelped. "You don't want to do this! You will regret it if you skip today's game. Especially over something that I don't even understand. So how about you tell me why you don't want to get out of bed and play hockey."
"Charlie is a jackass."
She sighed. "I'm glad we got that straightened out. Do you want to tell me why he's a jackass?" I felt her weight fall onto the edge of my bed.
Because he's butting into our relationship, telling me that I should tell you that I read your diary over Christmas break and I think he's being a jerk for telling me what I should and should not do in a relationship he has nothing to do with. Yeah, like I could tell her that. "Because he is."
The springs from the bed squealed as she got up. "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll ask him."
I sat up in my bed. "No don't!" I tossed the covers off my head and stared at her with wide eyes. If she asked him he might actually tell her, and I would lose her forever. "He's being an idiot right now and I don't want you in the middle of a fight that he and I are in."
She shrugged. "Adam, I'm you're girlfriend, not Charlie's, so as crazy as this might n sound, I'm on you're side, however, I am his friend and I think that you two need an unbiased moderator." She smirked. "And I just happen to be willing to offer my services, however it won't be free. I do charge."
"No, seriously Josie; don't, okay?" I replied. "Charlie and I need to work this out on our own."
She walked over to me and rolled her eyes. "And you two seem to be doing so well. I mean, first you beat each other up, for an undisclosed reason, then you have words during practice. And now, you are sitting in your room sulking, trying to ruin your possible career in hockey, by not playing. I swear its genius."
I pulled my knees to my chin. "Don't mock the age old ways of men."
"Here's the deal. I won't mock 'the age old ways of men' if you get up, get dressed and talk to Charlie." She replied falling back onto my bed and smiling.
I cocked an eyebrow. "But what will you do?"
"Girlie stuff."
I laughed. "You don't like girlie stuff. The only girlie stuff you really like is figure skating, and even when that's on TV you let me watch the hockey game instead."
She frowned. "Hey, just because I like figure skating doesn't mean I like watching it." She replied. "It is terribly boring and guys in tights are just wrong."
"Didn't Peter wear tights?" I smirked. We had come a long way since November. I remember a time when either of us would mention him and she would end up crying. Now she laughed, drunk with happiness.
"Yes, but only during competitions. Oh, he hated them so much." She shook her head. "He wore track pants and the club clothing whenever he could." She sat up and smiled. "Go talk to Charlie." She quickly changed the subject.
I groaned and narrowed my eyes at her. "You have learned my evasive ways."
She shrugged. "That's what you get when you hang out with me almost 24/7; I learn your tricks." She kissed my cheek and laughed. "I swear to God, give me a hockey stick and I could do that little triple deek thing you and Charlie do."
I laughed. "I bet you could." I leaned into kiss her, but she immediately stood up.
"After you talk to Charlie." She smiled.
My jaw dropped. "You're holding your kisses ransom! You can't do that!"
She shrugged and opened my closet pulling out a pair of khakis and throwing them in my face. "I can do whatever I want." She tossed a blue polo at me. "No rules. It's this philosophy I have."
I smirked and tossed the clothing aside. "No rules hmmm?" I casually wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Well that means I could do whatever I want too." I whispered into her ear.
She laughed. "I would be a whole lot more comfortable if you were in more than just boxers." She shot back.
"Yeah well, you don't always get what you wish for."
She weaved her way out of my arms gracefully and shook her head. "Talk to Charlie, Adam, or I'm going to find out what you're fighting about and you do not want me doing detective work." She threatened as she slipped through the door.
I leaned against my closet and bit my lip. Shit. It was either: tell Josie; what Charlie wanted, or let her play Nancy Drew and figure out what's going on, on her own. Either way, it was crappy.
~*~
I grabbed Charlie's elbow before he got up to join the rest of the Ducks that were filing on the ice.
"Charlie, we have to look like we are good friends again. Please! Do it for me!" I begged him quietly.
Charlie frowned. "Banks; you're weird." He attempted to get up, but I pulled him back onto the bench with a thump.
I looked into his eyes seriously. "I'm going to tell her tomorrow. I'm going to tell Josie tomorrow while we're on a date completely alone. But, if we don't look like we're getting along, she is going to start snooping around and I don't want her to find out on her own. So please Charlie."
"No." He replied simply. "You made this mess and you made it completely clear yesterday that you didn't want my help or opinion. I'm glad you're telling her but I'm not butting into you're business. It only causes me trouble."
I sighed. "Do you want me to beg?" He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. "I'm begging. Please! I'm begging." I whined at him.
He licked his lips and shook his head. "Fine. But on the record, I'm doing this for her. She deserves to hear it from you and not be alone when she finds out."
I smiled. "Thank you!"
We both got up and he looked over at me quickly. "And another thing. I'm still angry at you until you tell her."
I nodded. "I wouldn't expect it any other way." The rest of the walk to the ice was silent except for the dull roar of the arena that was ahead of us.
He nodded and walked ahead of me stepping onto the ice. "You owe me one Banks."
I smiled and stepped onto the ice where a mixture of quacking and barking greeted me enthusiastically. I looked around the crowd for Josie but I couldn't see her. I sighed. That wasn't cool.
Orion waved us all in and which we quickly complied, rushing over towards the bench. "Ok, Ducks. From what I've heard, the Mud Dogs have a defense to be reckoned with, but you know what we've been working on. You need to be fast on you're feet." His eyes darted from person to person. "Their goalie also has a slow glove, from what I see. Everyone, ready? Alright hands in."
But before we could even start our chant, the Mud Dogs, in their gold and red uniforms started their chant.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Averman looked over at me. "Woof? You have to be kidding me." He shook his head. "They stole our chant and made it crappy. I am so glad we weren't offered a scholarship to be a Mud Dog. I would rather be dead then having to bark at every game."
"Averman." Orion hissed. "Get you're head in the game. You can't rant later." He shook his head. "Hands in."
Averman grumbled a 'sure after they've done it once' and put his hand in.
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" We chanted; the loud group in the stands dressed in green and white screamed along with us. I couldn't help but smile.
"GO DUCKS!"
I looked back at the stands as I skated over to my spot at center. I smiled widely. Josie.
She stood up wearing my pee-wee jersey grinning, looking down at the game. It was going to be one hell of a game.
~*~
"You guys did great!" Josie laughed grabbing my hands as I walked out of the change room after a very long, tedious game. She kissed my lips lightly and smiled at Connie and Guy who were right behind us.
I shrugged. "We tied. I should've tried harder."
Guy frowned at my comment. "If you didn't play your best, then I must've been crawling on the ice instead of skating."
The girls nodded in agreement. "Yeah Adam. We all played hard. It's just that the Mud Dogs played hard too. Especially you; I saw that hit you took. That was rough." Connie added with a slight smile.
Josie nodded. "Exactly. Even the guy beside me was taking notes on you Adam." Josie replied nonchalantly, letting go of my hand and walking ahead of me.
I looked at both Connie and Guy with wide eyes; their expressions matched mine. "WHAT!!" We yelped in sync.
Josie jumped and spun around blinking nervously. "Did I say something wrong?"
Guy and I rushed to her side and both of us wrapped an arm over her shoulder, leaving Connie in the dust.
"You were sitting beside a scout!!" Guy yelped anxiously.
"What did he write?" I yelped as Guy nodded enthusiastically.
She shrugged trying to get out from between a pair of still fairly sweaty hockey players. "I don't know. I saw your name and number and the rest was in shorthand." She bit her lip as my face fell. "I talked to him though. He said that I offered good insight into the real you."
I took a deep breath. Oh. God. "What did you say? What did you tell him?"
She blinked. "The truth? I told him that you basically live and breathe hockey and that you'd do anything to play."
Guy nodded. "That sounds good. But what did he say?" He asked quickly forcing all the words together into one big mumble as he jumped from foot to foot excitedly.
Josie began to shrink nervously under the pressure of being interrogated the way she was. "I don't know."
"Guys!" Leave the poor girl alone!" Connie yelped pushing past us and pulling Josie out of our grasp. "Give her at least a little time to breathe between questions!"
Guy and I exchanged quick glances. "Okay. . . Now what did he say?!"
Josie took a deep breath as we came to a halt not too far from the arena. "He said that you were lucky to have a really supportive girlfriend and that every good hockey player needs a good support system." Josie nodded, recollecting what 'he' had said, slowly.
Connie's triumphant smile faded away and a more questioning look took its place. "What school was it?"
Josie's head jerk toward her in surprise expecting the next question to come from either Guy or I. "I'm not sure." Josie replied calmly. "But he gave me his card." She dug into her jeans pocket and handed me a blue and white business card.
"Holy Crap!" I yelped. "Oh my God . . . Oh my God . . ." I mumbled nervously, shaking with nervousness and terror all at the same time.
Connie gripped onto Guy's jacket excitedly. "What is it Banks?"
I stared at Josie who looked just as excited as I felt. "Did you look at the card?"
She shook her head. "No. It was none of my business." She smiled. "I'm just the messenger."
My stomach groaned guiltily. Damn. It's pretty bad when your girlfriend is teaching you a lesson with her knowing it. "Josie, its Yale." I replied as calmly as I could, handing her the card as if it would shatter into a million pieces if it wasn't handled properly.
Connie's jaw dropped. "As in the university?!" She shook her head violently, her hair swishing back and forth. "But you're in grade 10!"
"Grade 10 and Yale is already looking at you." Guy echoed, trying to make sense of it all. "If my mom found out, she might consider adopting you."
I smirked. "They weren't 'watching' me, you guys." I replied trying to lower myself from the pedestal they were putting me on. "It was more like a glance before looking at the real applicants." I looked at them all. "Varsity?"
Connie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. And it wasn't Guy's fault we broke up last time." She replied thrusting her thumb over her shoulder at her boyfriend."
"It wasn't my fault!" Guy yelped in defense as we started moving again. "I've told you this once; I've told you this ten times! I was not looking at Julie!"
"Sure. . ." She scoffed, linking arms with Josie and walking ahead of us.
Guy muttered something under his breath and looked over at me. "You are so lucky you don't have a girlfriend who is completely crazy."
"I heard that!" Cons called over her shoulder and returned to her conversation with Josie.
I sighed. Yeah, I'm so glad I agreed to do this.
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I looked at the glowing numbers on the clock on my nightstand. I groaned. "Josie, wake up."
She stretched and yawned, but curled up under my arm. "Why? It's still dark out?"
I rubbed her shoulder making sure she wouldn't go back to sleep. "You should head back to you're dorm. Julie might be wondering where you are and I've heard that tonight their doing bed checks."
She groaned. "I don't want to move."
"And yet you have to." I smiled. "Come on. Up." I replied picking her up off my bed and forcing her into sitting position.
She sighed and kissed my lips. "Why can't we have sleepovers like last semester?"
I laughed. "Because we don't have to hide anymore and because of our 'sleepovers' we get more bed checks. Now up." I pulled her off my bed and I rubbed her arms that we covered in my old jersey. "Where's you're coat?"
She blinked and looked around the room groaning. "I think I left it in Guy's room after the movie. I'll have to get it tomorrow."
I nodded and grabbed my lettermen's jacket from the foot of my bed. "There, now you match."
She laughed. "Yeah, it looks like I've been swallowed by the team spirit monster." She slipped her arms into my jacket and smiled. "Are you coming with?"
I shook my head. "You'll be fine. Curfew isn't for another fifteen minutes so you'll have plenty of time, however I wouldn't be able to make it back."
She nodded as I walked her to the door, which was only like five steps. "Good night." She whispered grazing my lips with her own.
"Good night." I smirked, knowing she was teasing me. I wrapped both arms around her waist and stooped to meet her lips. She met me eagerly halfway.
She pulled away. "Ok I'm either going now, or not at all." She whispered bring a finger to her lips and blushing madly.
"Ok, you're going." I smiled opening the door and giving her a playful push.
She nodded. "We're meeting at lunch right?"
I made a face. We always did that. "How about we go off campus instead."
"Awesome." She nodded. "I'll meet you here after I'm finished developing. I can give Charlie the pictures to put in the scrapbook. Oh! Camera!"
I looked around the room and grabbed her camera off my desk. "Lucky." I smirked as I handed it to her. "Night."
"Night Adam." She whispered. "Love ya." She laughed as she walked down the hall.
I closed the door and walked over to my computer. "Stupid Spanish assignment. . ." I grumbled looking around my desk. Where did that stupid disk go?
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A/N: Yes, I know. No hockey stuff. I was planning on it, but I wasn't inspired to write a game, besides it wasn't really necessary, you know? I would be just this random game. But I promise there will be at least one hockey game in this sequel. I had like two or three in Don't Speak right? *shrugs* Don't remember. Anyways, I thought I should tell you.
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Ok . . . First of all. I love your reviews! They make me happy! And I totally agree, Charlie and Guy are in my top three all time favorite Ducks (Adam is in there too! If he wasn't one of my favorites . . . why would I write something about him?? *shrugs*) Yeah Charlie is totally right! And I would get Charlie to tie my shoes also, but I have this system where all I have to do is slip them on . . . I guess if I had my very own Charlie (or any other Duck . . .) I could get him to do the slipping of my shoes onto my feet for me. *sighs* I'm glad you like my Guy . . . the Guy . . . just Guy alright! *blinks* I'm confusing myself. Yeah I like to make my characters more complicated. It's more fun to write. Ok. . . I've never actually read West Side Story (but it's on my list of things to do over the summer!!) but I think it was actually based partially on Romeo and Juliet. And I like the idea for using Charlie and an OC, but I think Charlie's mom wouldn't really conflict with anyone unless they were like threatening Charlie or something. But his friends maybe. *shrugs* I don't know. It isn't my place to poke holes into you're ideas. Think of it this way, just run with it. If someone likes it; good for you. If no one does, meh . . . no biggie. You're doing what you like to do. I say go with it, especially if you're inspired. Now go! Write! Be Merry!
Pyro44- Hey! I'm not holding it against you! I'm in high school! I know exactly what stress feels like when a deadline is closing in. Speaking of which, I should be working on a project . . . but *sigh* I am a procrastinator. So sue me. I love writing fights, and I love tension and I absolutely love tension breaking or making lines, especially when they have humor in them. I'm glad you enjoy it! Guy is one of my favorites to write next to Adam, Charlie and Averman. I'm not sure why. But he's definitely in the top five for me! Yeah, I totally wish the Ducks were real. *sigh* however, it is all just a fantasy. I wish...
banks'_ gurl_99- Hey! Well hello new reviewer! Welcome to my story!! I'm for sure going to be writing more and I'm glad you like my story (or stories maybe?) Come back and review me sometime ok? Coolies? Later!
Rach- Oh! Silly me! *slaps wrist* I knew I forgot about something! Stupid daisies! lol! I love tension too!! Do I sense a Twilight Zone moment coming on? *shrugs* Oh you so have a way with words! I love it!! I've been avoiding Averman lately (it's sad I know) because I haven't had anything for him to rant about or be funny about. I finally got it. Yeah I did notice that you keep saying we . . . Is someone stepping into MY spotlight? *giggles* Step away!! I don't think it rocks, but whatever you run with that. Yeah Charlie was freaking out, but he was looking out for his friend and his new friend at the same time. I love making Adam more real and less preppy princess Duck. Later!
Beaner- I was writing the Guy scene with you in mind. I really want to make a good strong Guy and Adam bond. Not sure why. Yeah, that would be an awesome scene, however I think I could make it better, however I think it would be slightly out of place in this story. You like Charlie's alliterations? I love writing them!! Their so much fun! It's ok! No biggie about the little review. I'll live!! Don't forget! Tell Ash about Don't Speak! *cries* My AOL is all funny. I'm so angry. . .
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- hey! No big! I was whining about it and my brother was like... Katie (that's my name) cut and paste... hello?? I was like oh... yeah that works. Yeah I'm never quite sure what I talk about. *laughs* I love stories that start with 'well there was this guy. . .' I'm glad you liked last chapter! I can't wait until you're next review!
Ashcake- Hey!! I'm glad you've joined into this story!! Ok, it would take a little bit of time for me to like write a summary of Don't Speak for you, so I have asked a good friend of yours to help me out! Just ask Katie to explain it to you and she will. She basically knows more about that story than I do! I hope you get to this soon, so yeah. Review anytime!! Later!!
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