I woke up from a dreamless sleep smiling. I liked it better that way. From
the way my dreams had been going, I didn't want to ever dream again . . .
unless it was of Josie in a . . . wait . . . why am I telling you this?
I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Averman was still fast asleep, as per usual on a Sunday morning at; I looked at the clock quickly; 10:30. I silently congratulated myself. I never slept in. It was about time that I actually slept in after I played a hard game.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out some clothes and tossed them onto the foot of my bed. Something was missing. I had my shirt, and my pants. . .
"Banks, you make too much noise in the morning." Averman groaned sitting up. He grabbed a hacky sack off his headboard and threw it at me. "If I had the energy to, I would tackle you."
I smirked. Tackle; Football; sport; Letterman's jacket. I looked back at my closet. I knew I was missing something. Josie had my letterman's jacket.
"Guys open up!" A yell from outside our door interrupted my moment of clarity.
Averman yawned and rolled onto his stomach. "You get that. I'll get the next one." He then buried his face in the pillow. Sure he would.
I opened the door and rolled my eyes. "Charlie, Guy, Fulton, Portman." I greeted them all with a nod. "Why are you here?"
Guy shrugged and walked right past me into the room. "Bored." He collapsed on Averman's bed on Averman, who yelped and attempted to push Guy off him, who in turn grabbed the nearest thing; Averman's leg and pulled it as he toppled to the floor. Guy mumbled an 'Ow' while Averman cursed angrily.
I shook my head. "Nice." I turned to the others that were slowly invading my room. "Hey, can you come back after I'm dressed?"
Fulton shook his head. "No because we're bored now." He sat down on my unmade bed and pushed back so he was leaning against the wall.
I sighed and grabbed my clothes before Portman sat on them and escaped to the washroom to get changed.
"Banks! Get that!" I heard Averman yell.
I frowned as I pulled my shirt over my head. Why was Averman yelling at me? Why now? I shook my head. It would have to wait until after I had pants on.
"Banks!"
I groaned and opened the door and soon realized that Portman, Fulton, Guy and Charlie also included Julie, Ken and Connie. "Ok, why is everyone here?" I was too fatigued to be dealing with so many people all at once.
"We're congratulating you." Kenny replied in a 'Duh!' voice. He sat down on the floor beside Charlie who was leaning against my bed.
I blinked. "For what?"
Connie rolled her eyes. "Yale! The hockey scout! It's crazy!"
I blinked again. "I'm in grade 10. It doesn't really matter if a scout is looking at me now." I replied in monotone and slight shock. "For all I know I may quit hockey next year."
Charlie slapped his hands over his ears immediately and closed his eyes tight. "La la la la la la la la!" He yelled trying to tune me out. "I'm not listening. La la la la la!"
Portman looked down at Charlie and shook his head. "Our Captain is crazy. I swear he has some serious mental problems."
He dropped his hands from his ears and threw a pillow that I had tossed off my bed in the middle of the night at Portman. "I did hear that, however." He frowned and eyed Portman.
I shook my head. "Ok, we're done congratulating me for something that I didn't even get or do. So can we like move this little 'early morning celebration' to another room, like the dining hall." I coaxed opening the door and waving my free hand at it. Much to my dismay no one moved. I blinked. "Does anyone understand that I'm saying get out?"
Guy nodded from untangling himself from the sheets that had fallen off Averman's bed. "Yeah and we're choosing to ignore it." The rest of the people lounging in the room nodded in agreement as Fulton discovered the remote to the TV that was on Averman's desk, flicking it on.
I groaned. I was planning on kicking Averman out before Josie came over after she finished in the dark room. It was next to impossible to kick everyone out in time without even hinting around the fact that my girlfriend was coming over. "Ok guys, be serious, out. I have a date."
"Yikes . . . he's going to break out the really preppy clothes then." Averman shivered and pushed Guy who was beginning to crush his leg. "Cover your eyes. I swear every time I see them I want to run out and buy khakis!"
I grabbed an old sneaker from the floor and threw it at him. "Actually I'm just going to wear what I'm wearing now thank you very much." I rolled my eyes at him and looked down at what I was wearing, a blue polo and jeans.
"You're serious?" Connie asked grabbing at Guy's arm and pulling him in between Charlie and her leaning against my bed.
I blinked and frowned. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Connie and Julie exchanged glances. "All you wear are polo shirts Adam." Julie replied honestly. "It's not that it's a bad thing, it's just that you look like you've got stock in a polo company or something."
I frowned at them. "You leave my shirts alone. I like my shirts." I pulled at my shirt and shook my head. "Don't you have something better to do?"
"They already said they were bored." Averman replied rolling his eyes and crawling back into his bed. "Obviously they don't."
"Ok, but can yourselves unnoticeable when Josie comes." I requested with a sigh. It was obvious I wasn't going to win this.
Kenny raised his hand as if he were in class. "So does this mean you don't want us making kissy faces when she comes?"
I make a face. "Don't even think about . . ."
A soft knock on the door interrupted me.
I looked at it and turned to my friends. "I swear to God, you do that and I won't talk to you guys." I walked over to the door and opened it slowly.
"Adam." Josie whispered, her hair hiding her face, she pushed it out of her eyes, revealing her tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes, her chin quivered.
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her inside, which she quickly shrugged off. "Jose! What happened?!"
She spun around to face me completely ignoring the surprised looks on the Duck's faces. She winded and slapped my cheek as hard as she possibly could. "Why don't you tell me Adam?!"
Fulton immediately jumped off my bed and wrapped an arm around her waist not allowing her to pummel me with her tiny clenched fists. "Hey, hey, hey!" He yelped as she squirmed to get at me. "Josie, what happened?"
"He's a liar!" She screamed tears spilling out of her eyes.
Fulton licked his lips. "Ok, Josie you tell me what really happened and if it's a good reason I'll hit him." He bargained.
Oh shit.
Josie squirmed out of his arms quickly and reached into my jacket that she was still wearing and pulled out what I was hoping she didn't find. "How long have you known?" She spat, tossing the disk at my feet.
I blinked. "Known what?" I scolded myself. Why was I lying when I was already caught?
Fulton eyed both me and Josie carefully as she panted from crying and fighting him off. She shook her head angrily. "Fine. Why? Why did you read it?"
"Will, he gave it to me and . . ."
"Shut up!" She yelled. "I don't care where or how you got it. What matters is you read it. Did you read my diary? Tell me. Did you?"
"Josie, I love you . . ."
Her eyes shimmered with tears that threatened to fall. "Adam, be quiet. I don't want to hear that ok?" She closed her eyes and covered her eyes with one hand. "Yes or no Adam. Did you, or did you not read my diary for therapy?" She whispered. "A simple yes or no."
My eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes."
"No!" She yelped painfully now covering both eyes with her hands. I could hear her weeping as quietly as she could. I looked up to look at her and saw her crumbling. "No. . ." She moaned, one of the walls of my room holding her up, just barely.
I touched her shoulder, but my hand was shaken off quickly. "Josie I'm so sorry." I whispered.
She looked at me. "No you're not." She gasped. "You're just sorry you were caught." She wiped her eyes with her hands and took some calming breaths. "How long have you known?"
I reached to touch her shoulder again. "Jose-"
"Don't call me that and don't touch me." She snapped angrily as she backed toward the door. "How long have you known?" She stated, her voice wavering between being hysterical and angry.
I looked to my feet again. I couldn't dare to look her in the eyes. "Christmas."
"You son of a bitch!" She yelped as I looked up at her. Tears slide down her crimson cheeks. "You asshole! I can't believe you!" She screamed. "You make me tell you that I love you; make me promise I wouldn't break up with you! I can't believe you! What the hell! Did you change overnight?!"
"Josie, I do love you." I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "I really do. If you just work with me here we can get through this!"
She blinked completely shocked. "Get through this!" She pushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes aside. "We're through."
My breath caught in my throat. "Josie you promised . . ."
"And you promised you would never hurt me and look where that's gotten me." She shook her head and choked on her tears.
"Josie, please . . ." Tears pricked my eyelids like hundreds of needles.
She took off my jacket and shoved it into my arms. She looked down at her hand and pulled off the ring I had give her and held it out to hand to me.
"No Josie I gave that to you." I whispered shaking my head.
She bit back her tears. "Well I don't want it. Take it."
"Jose. . ."
She threw it onto my bed where Portman and a bunch of my team sat completely shocked. "Don't call me that ok Adam?"
I closed my eyes. "Give me another chance." I whispered wiping away a tear before it fell. "I was just worried about you . . ."
"No." She replied harshly. "I don't need you worried about me. I don't need you worried about what poor little me will do to herself next ok? I've already got my family worried about me and I don't want you some spoiled little rich boy doing that too alright?" She turned her back and gripped the door handle. "We're over."
"You're my one!" I yelped before she could leave. "I couldn't love anyone but you and I'm sorry I lied but . . ."
She spun around. "You're right! You are a liar! You are a child! And . . ." She stopped hurling names at me for a fraction of a second, drawing in a shaky uneven breath. "And I can't believe I could ever love you."
I squeezed my eyes closed in pain. "You don't mean it." I whispered. "You aren't thinking straight . . ." I opened my eyes and locked with her large hazel eyes.
She shrugged and opened the door. "I think I've never thought clearer. She licked her lips and shrugged. "I'll get Julie to give back you're jersey." She whispered and took off her bag and opened it up dropping a bright green box on the floor. She stood up straight and walked out the door closing it softly behind her.
I blinked completely amazed. No goodbye. No fuck you. Just, a 'Julie will give you back you're jersey' and a 'we're through'. The ironic thing was that I was going to tell her today. I wasn't going to wait any longer. I wasn't going to hold back.
"Banksie, I'm sorry." I heard a voice whisper. "I seriously didn't want to be right . . ." It was Charlie. He was the only other person who knew.
Julie walked past me and shook her head unsure of what to do. "I think I'm going to make sure she makes it back to our dorm okay." She whispered chasing after my girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
I've never had an ex-girlfriend. I wasn't really planning on it either. I guess Averman was right; I was planning on marrying my high school girlfriend. I was planning on getting into a kick ass school on scholarship, marrying Josie and getting signed a few months before I graduated to a major team, preferably the Minnesota Wilds or the Anaheim Mighty Ducks.
I did plan on living in a perfect little house with perfect white shutters and a white picket fence. I was planning on having a family with 2.25 children who played hockey, and a little dog. So why were my dreams smashed, like a glass toppling towards the ground?
I was planning on becoming my father's perfect son.
"Banks are you ok?"
I looked up to Guy who was sitting in front of me snapping his fingers wildly in front of my eyes.
"Ok, I may be stealing Dwayne's catch phrase here, but since he's not here at the moment; I don't get it. . ." Averman murmured quietly looking around the room at the rest of the guys, avoiding my eyes like the plague.
"I read her diary." I whispered my eyes intently watching a discoloration in the hard wood floor.
Fulton punched my shoulder, hard mind you and I yelped in surprise. "What the hell did you do that for?!" He replied more disappointed than pissed off.
I looked at him and shook my head. I needed to get out of here. I grabbed my lettermen's jacket that had made its way onto my bedpost and slipped it on and stomped my way out of the room. As I raced down the stairs I realized I made a huge mistake. It still smelt like her. Like the vanilla body mist she used. I wiped my eyes on the sleeve and pulled it tight around me as I rushed through the courtyard and toward the bus stop.
I was running to the only place where I felt safe, with no real memories of us.
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Sunday Morning – No Doubt
Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure had changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well...so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now you're looking like I used to!
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
But I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well
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A/N: Yeah, this chapter I've had in my head since . . . *counts back chapters* before the end of Don't Speak which it a really really long time for me. It bugs me when I have too many ideas floating around in my head and believe me, I have tons. I have at least 2 song fics, about 2 long term stories and random scenes for this story. I've actually had to retire my No Doubt CDs (on Beaner's advice) because I'm getting too off topic! I swear, I start talking to someone about this story and then I start rambling about another one that's in my head. Actually right now I'm developing an OC for a story I haven't even written down. I don't even have a name for him. I barely have a plot! I just have like three lines! See I'm off topic now. Ok I better start my shout outs!
Shout outs!
Beaner- Omigod! Do you mind if I use that in this story in the future? 'Brevity is the sound of wit. . .' I like it. It sounds like something Averman would say. Can I please? Please? Please, please! *bounces* Please!!!! Yeah I love that line. It was so simple and my friends tell me that all the time and it just cracks me up! Oh yeah, I checked. Yale does have a hockey team. As does Brown and Harvard. Yale's colors are blue and white (like the card) and their mascot is the Bulldog, which I believe they call Elis *nods*. I don't like being wrong so I usually do my homework, especially on little things like that, that I can easily check. They also have a women's team. Katie! *tuts tongue* You missed the important part! The foreshadowing! 'Where did that stupid disk go?' Or did you? *shrugs* Oh well. Yeah Guy and Adam would have a strong bond but I still think Charlie and Adam would have a stronger bond. Hey, you were listening to Queen; I was listening to No Doubt! *weeps* I know. I'm like a junkie begging for crack! *sighs* Maybe you should 'Save me!' from myself. . . and my inspiration. *screams* the inspiration gnomes are coming to get me!!!
Ashcake- Hey! Sewing? Again? Do you like sewing or something? I tried sewing once! I ended up bleeding. Hmmm . . . maybe I should stick to writing. I think I've found the thing I'm good at. Go you!! I'm glad you caught up to us! *laughs* It's not as bad as Joc . . . she had like thirty some-odd chapters to read and gave up when she had like twenty more to go. *laughs* that was Don't Speak. I felt so bad. Tell me about it. I wouldn't mind wearing any of the Duck's letterman's jackets! *grins* I'm glad you like it! Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Wow. You have some anger problems girlie. *giggles* Just kidding! Well If I'm Little Miss. . . all that in your review, you're Little Miss Rush-the-author-into-posting-so-maybe-next-time-she-will-wait-a- week-until-the-next-time-she-posts. So Ha! Just Kidding! I wouldn't do that to you! Charlie was in a video about calcium? Wow. I would've thought after 3 ducks movies and a couple seasons of Dawson's Creek and other movies he would be set for life. *laughs* It must've been when he was a kid or something right? I'm glad you liked my last chapter. Oh I've read a British magazine in my dentist office. I wasn't sure why they had them but whatever. By the way, snog means kiss. Just for your records.
OreoLine00-You were close! I guess I don't have to explain it all to you seeing you read the chapter right? Oh I'm constantly asking questions when I'm nervous or excited. I added myself into Guy and Adam for that tiny scene. Actually that chapter was fairly normal. I think the chapter before it was just extra long. You're shoes sound amazing! Mine are red! I love them! Everyone else has like white or black shoes and I'm like RED! Look at me! *coughs* anyways. I can't wait to read your Duck story and I read your HP story (I'm a HP junkie. . . I admit it. . .) and it's really good. Please post and I will review it! *begs* Please!
Emily- You're DuckHockey right? I can't remember. You like changed you're screen name right? I love making Averman have funny lines! It's amazing. Oh my family thinks I'm nuts too. But that's because I have a 50 chapter story on the Ducks, but they don't know that. I hope you like this chapter and I can't wait to hear what you have to say!! Later!!
Rach- Were you expecting this? It's nice to hear a simple good job sometimes. Thanks for brightening my day. Did this chapter live up? I hope so I've been thinking about it for months! Hey, it's ok that Charlie was on your nerves. He gets on my nerves too, but that's the point (hello tension?). He's getting on Adam's nerves too! Yuppers Yale. I did a tiny amount of research for that! *laughs* I was excited. I wanted to be politically correct. Yeah I'm being constantly told that I'm weird so I'm like Go Charlie! You tell Adam! I'm hope I cheered you up a little and I hope you like this chapter! *crosses fingers, toes and eyes* . . . *Uncrosses eyes and fingers* It's too hard to type like that. I can't wait until your next review! Later!
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KatieGirl
I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Averman was still fast asleep, as per usual on a Sunday morning at; I looked at the clock quickly; 10:30. I silently congratulated myself. I never slept in. It was about time that I actually slept in after I played a hard game.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out some clothes and tossed them onto the foot of my bed. Something was missing. I had my shirt, and my pants. . .
"Banks, you make too much noise in the morning." Averman groaned sitting up. He grabbed a hacky sack off his headboard and threw it at me. "If I had the energy to, I would tackle you."
I smirked. Tackle; Football; sport; Letterman's jacket. I looked back at my closet. I knew I was missing something. Josie had my letterman's jacket.
"Guys open up!" A yell from outside our door interrupted my moment of clarity.
Averman yawned and rolled onto his stomach. "You get that. I'll get the next one." He then buried his face in the pillow. Sure he would.
I opened the door and rolled my eyes. "Charlie, Guy, Fulton, Portman." I greeted them all with a nod. "Why are you here?"
Guy shrugged and walked right past me into the room. "Bored." He collapsed on Averman's bed on Averman, who yelped and attempted to push Guy off him, who in turn grabbed the nearest thing; Averman's leg and pulled it as he toppled to the floor. Guy mumbled an 'Ow' while Averman cursed angrily.
I shook my head. "Nice." I turned to the others that were slowly invading my room. "Hey, can you come back after I'm dressed?"
Fulton shook his head. "No because we're bored now." He sat down on my unmade bed and pushed back so he was leaning against the wall.
I sighed and grabbed my clothes before Portman sat on them and escaped to the washroom to get changed.
"Banks! Get that!" I heard Averman yell.
I frowned as I pulled my shirt over my head. Why was Averman yelling at me? Why now? I shook my head. It would have to wait until after I had pants on.
"Banks!"
I groaned and opened the door and soon realized that Portman, Fulton, Guy and Charlie also included Julie, Ken and Connie. "Ok, why is everyone here?" I was too fatigued to be dealing with so many people all at once.
"We're congratulating you." Kenny replied in a 'Duh!' voice. He sat down on the floor beside Charlie who was leaning against my bed.
I blinked. "For what?"
Connie rolled her eyes. "Yale! The hockey scout! It's crazy!"
I blinked again. "I'm in grade 10. It doesn't really matter if a scout is looking at me now." I replied in monotone and slight shock. "For all I know I may quit hockey next year."
Charlie slapped his hands over his ears immediately and closed his eyes tight. "La la la la la la la la!" He yelled trying to tune me out. "I'm not listening. La la la la la!"
Portman looked down at Charlie and shook his head. "Our Captain is crazy. I swear he has some serious mental problems."
He dropped his hands from his ears and threw a pillow that I had tossed off my bed in the middle of the night at Portman. "I did hear that, however." He frowned and eyed Portman.
I shook my head. "Ok, we're done congratulating me for something that I didn't even get or do. So can we like move this little 'early morning celebration' to another room, like the dining hall." I coaxed opening the door and waving my free hand at it. Much to my dismay no one moved. I blinked. "Does anyone understand that I'm saying get out?"
Guy nodded from untangling himself from the sheets that had fallen off Averman's bed. "Yeah and we're choosing to ignore it." The rest of the people lounging in the room nodded in agreement as Fulton discovered the remote to the TV that was on Averman's desk, flicking it on.
I groaned. I was planning on kicking Averman out before Josie came over after she finished in the dark room. It was next to impossible to kick everyone out in time without even hinting around the fact that my girlfriend was coming over. "Ok guys, be serious, out. I have a date."
"Yikes . . . he's going to break out the really preppy clothes then." Averman shivered and pushed Guy who was beginning to crush his leg. "Cover your eyes. I swear every time I see them I want to run out and buy khakis!"
I grabbed an old sneaker from the floor and threw it at him. "Actually I'm just going to wear what I'm wearing now thank you very much." I rolled my eyes at him and looked down at what I was wearing, a blue polo and jeans.
"You're serious?" Connie asked grabbing at Guy's arm and pulling him in between Charlie and her leaning against my bed.
I blinked and frowned. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Connie and Julie exchanged glances. "All you wear are polo shirts Adam." Julie replied honestly. "It's not that it's a bad thing, it's just that you look like you've got stock in a polo company or something."
I frowned at them. "You leave my shirts alone. I like my shirts." I pulled at my shirt and shook my head. "Don't you have something better to do?"
"They already said they were bored." Averman replied rolling his eyes and crawling back into his bed. "Obviously they don't."
"Ok, but can yourselves unnoticeable when Josie comes." I requested with a sigh. It was obvious I wasn't going to win this.
Kenny raised his hand as if he were in class. "So does this mean you don't want us making kissy faces when she comes?"
I make a face. "Don't even think about . . ."
A soft knock on the door interrupted me.
I looked at it and turned to my friends. "I swear to God, you do that and I won't talk to you guys." I walked over to the door and opened it slowly.
"Adam." Josie whispered, her hair hiding her face, she pushed it out of her eyes, revealing her tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes, her chin quivered.
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her inside, which she quickly shrugged off. "Jose! What happened?!"
She spun around to face me completely ignoring the surprised looks on the Duck's faces. She winded and slapped my cheek as hard as she possibly could. "Why don't you tell me Adam?!"
Fulton immediately jumped off my bed and wrapped an arm around her waist not allowing her to pummel me with her tiny clenched fists. "Hey, hey, hey!" He yelped as she squirmed to get at me. "Josie, what happened?"
"He's a liar!" She screamed tears spilling out of her eyes.
Fulton licked his lips. "Ok, Josie you tell me what really happened and if it's a good reason I'll hit him." He bargained.
Oh shit.
Josie squirmed out of his arms quickly and reached into my jacket that she was still wearing and pulled out what I was hoping she didn't find. "How long have you known?" She spat, tossing the disk at my feet.
I blinked. "Known what?" I scolded myself. Why was I lying when I was already caught?
Fulton eyed both me and Josie carefully as she panted from crying and fighting him off. She shook her head angrily. "Fine. Why? Why did you read it?"
"Will, he gave it to me and . . ."
"Shut up!" She yelled. "I don't care where or how you got it. What matters is you read it. Did you read my diary? Tell me. Did you?"
"Josie, I love you . . ."
Her eyes shimmered with tears that threatened to fall. "Adam, be quiet. I don't want to hear that ok?" She closed her eyes and covered her eyes with one hand. "Yes or no Adam. Did you, or did you not read my diary for therapy?" She whispered. "A simple yes or no."
My eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes."
"No!" She yelped painfully now covering both eyes with her hands. I could hear her weeping as quietly as she could. I looked up to look at her and saw her crumbling. "No. . ." She moaned, one of the walls of my room holding her up, just barely.
I touched her shoulder, but my hand was shaken off quickly. "Josie I'm so sorry." I whispered.
She looked at me. "No you're not." She gasped. "You're just sorry you were caught." She wiped her eyes with her hands and took some calming breaths. "How long have you known?"
I reached to touch her shoulder again. "Jose-"
"Don't call me that and don't touch me." She snapped angrily as she backed toward the door. "How long have you known?" She stated, her voice wavering between being hysterical and angry.
I looked to my feet again. I couldn't dare to look her in the eyes. "Christmas."
"You son of a bitch!" She yelped as I looked up at her. Tears slide down her crimson cheeks. "You asshole! I can't believe you!" She screamed. "You make me tell you that I love you; make me promise I wouldn't break up with you! I can't believe you! What the hell! Did you change overnight?!"
"Josie, I do love you." I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "I really do. If you just work with me here we can get through this!"
She blinked completely shocked. "Get through this!" She pushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes aside. "We're through."
My breath caught in my throat. "Josie you promised . . ."
"And you promised you would never hurt me and look where that's gotten me." She shook her head and choked on her tears.
"Josie, please . . ." Tears pricked my eyelids like hundreds of needles.
She took off my jacket and shoved it into my arms. She looked down at her hand and pulled off the ring I had give her and held it out to hand to me.
"No Josie I gave that to you." I whispered shaking my head.
She bit back her tears. "Well I don't want it. Take it."
"Jose. . ."
She threw it onto my bed where Portman and a bunch of my team sat completely shocked. "Don't call me that ok Adam?"
I closed my eyes. "Give me another chance." I whispered wiping away a tear before it fell. "I was just worried about you . . ."
"No." She replied harshly. "I don't need you worried about me. I don't need you worried about what poor little me will do to herself next ok? I've already got my family worried about me and I don't want you some spoiled little rich boy doing that too alright?" She turned her back and gripped the door handle. "We're over."
"You're my one!" I yelped before she could leave. "I couldn't love anyone but you and I'm sorry I lied but . . ."
She spun around. "You're right! You are a liar! You are a child! And . . ." She stopped hurling names at me for a fraction of a second, drawing in a shaky uneven breath. "And I can't believe I could ever love you."
I squeezed my eyes closed in pain. "You don't mean it." I whispered. "You aren't thinking straight . . ." I opened my eyes and locked with her large hazel eyes.
She shrugged and opened the door. "I think I've never thought clearer. She licked her lips and shrugged. "I'll get Julie to give back you're jersey." She whispered and took off her bag and opened it up dropping a bright green box on the floor. She stood up straight and walked out the door closing it softly behind her.
I blinked completely amazed. No goodbye. No fuck you. Just, a 'Julie will give you back you're jersey' and a 'we're through'. The ironic thing was that I was going to tell her today. I wasn't going to wait any longer. I wasn't going to hold back.
"Banksie, I'm sorry." I heard a voice whisper. "I seriously didn't want to be right . . ." It was Charlie. He was the only other person who knew.
Julie walked past me and shook her head unsure of what to do. "I think I'm going to make sure she makes it back to our dorm okay." She whispered chasing after my girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
I've never had an ex-girlfriend. I wasn't really planning on it either. I guess Averman was right; I was planning on marrying my high school girlfriend. I was planning on getting into a kick ass school on scholarship, marrying Josie and getting signed a few months before I graduated to a major team, preferably the Minnesota Wilds or the Anaheim Mighty Ducks.
I did plan on living in a perfect little house with perfect white shutters and a white picket fence. I was planning on having a family with 2.25 children who played hockey, and a little dog. So why were my dreams smashed, like a glass toppling towards the ground?
I was planning on becoming my father's perfect son.
"Banks are you ok?"
I looked up to Guy who was sitting in front of me snapping his fingers wildly in front of my eyes.
"Ok, I may be stealing Dwayne's catch phrase here, but since he's not here at the moment; I don't get it. . ." Averman murmured quietly looking around the room at the rest of the guys, avoiding my eyes like the plague.
"I read her diary." I whispered my eyes intently watching a discoloration in the hard wood floor.
Fulton punched my shoulder, hard mind you and I yelped in surprise. "What the hell did you do that for?!" He replied more disappointed than pissed off.
I looked at him and shook my head. I needed to get out of here. I grabbed my lettermen's jacket that had made its way onto my bedpost and slipped it on and stomped my way out of the room. As I raced down the stairs I realized I made a huge mistake. It still smelt like her. Like the vanilla body mist she used. I wiped my eyes on the sleeve and pulled it tight around me as I rushed through the courtyard and toward the bus stop.
I was running to the only place where I felt safe, with no real memories of us.
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Sunday Morning – No Doubt
Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure had changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well...so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now you're looking like I used to!
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
But I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well
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A/N: Yeah, this chapter I've had in my head since . . . *counts back chapters* before the end of Don't Speak which it a really really long time for me. It bugs me when I have too many ideas floating around in my head and believe me, I have tons. I have at least 2 song fics, about 2 long term stories and random scenes for this story. I've actually had to retire my No Doubt CDs (on Beaner's advice) because I'm getting too off topic! I swear, I start talking to someone about this story and then I start rambling about another one that's in my head. Actually right now I'm developing an OC for a story I haven't even written down. I don't even have a name for him. I barely have a plot! I just have like three lines! See I'm off topic now. Ok I better start my shout outs!
Shout outs!
Beaner- Omigod! Do you mind if I use that in this story in the future? 'Brevity is the sound of wit. . .' I like it. It sounds like something Averman would say. Can I please? Please? Please, please! *bounces* Please!!!! Yeah I love that line. It was so simple and my friends tell me that all the time and it just cracks me up! Oh yeah, I checked. Yale does have a hockey team. As does Brown and Harvard. Yale's colors are blue and white (like the card) and their mascot is the Bulldog, which I believe they call Elis *nods*. I don't like being wrong so I usually do my homework, especially on little things like that, that I can easily check. They also have a women's team. Katie! *tuts tongue* You missed the important part! The foreshadowing! 'Where did that stupid disk go?' Or did you? *shrugs* Oh well. Yeah Guy and Adam would have a strong bond but I still think Charlie and Adam would have a stronger bond. Hey, you were listening to Queen; I was listening to No Doubt! *weeps* I know. I'm like a junkie begging for crack! *sighs* Maybe you should 'Save me!' from myself. . . and my inspiration. *screams* the inspiration gnomes are coming to get me!!!
Ashcake- Hey! Sewing? Again? Do you like sewing or something? I tried sewing once! I ended up bleeding. Hmmm . . . maybe I should stick to writing. I think I've found the thing I'm good at. Go you!! I'm glad you caught up to us! *laughs* It's not as bad as Joc . . . she had like thirty some-odd chapters to read and gave up when she had like twenty more to go. *laughs* that was Don't Speak. I felt so bad. Tell me about it. I wouldn't mind wearing any of the Duck's letterman's jackets! *grins* I'm glad you like it! Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Wow. You have some anger problems girlie. *giggles* Just kidding! Well If I'm Little Miss. . . all that in your review, you're Little Miss Rush-the-author-into-posting-so-maybe-next-time-she-will-wait-a- week-until-the-next-time-she-posts. So Ha! Just Kidding! I wouldn't do that to you! Charlie was in a video about calcium? Wow. I would've thought after 3 ducks movies and a couple seasons of Dawson's Creek and other movies he would be set for life. *laughs* It must've been when he was a kid or something right? I'm glad you liked my last chapter. Oh I've read a British magazine in my dentist office. I wasn't sure why they had them but whatever. By the way, snog means kiss. Just for your records.
OreoLine00-You were close! I guess I don't have to explain it all to you seeing you read the chapter right? Oh I'm constantly asking questions when I'm nervous or excited. I added myself into Guy and Adam for that tiny scene. Actually that chapter was fairly normal. I think the chapter before it was just extra long. You're shoes sound amazing! Mine are red! I love them! Everyone else has like white or black shoes and I'm like RED! Look at me! *coughs* anyways. I can't wait to read your Duck story and I read your HP story (I'm a HP junkie. . . I admit it. . .) and it's really good. Please post and I will review it! *begs* Please!
Emily- You're DuckHockey right? I can't remember. You like changed you're screen name right? I love making Averman have funny lines! It's amazing. Oh my family thinks I'm nuts too. But that's because I have a 50 chapter story on the Ducks, but they don't know that. I hope you like this chapter and I can't wait to hear what you have to say!! Later!!
Rach- Were you expecting this? It's nice to hear a simple good job sometimes. Thanks for brightening my day. Did this chapter live up? I hope so I've been thinking about it for months! Hey, it's ok that Charlie was on your nerves. He gets on my nerves too, but that's the point (hello tension?). He's getting on Adam's nerves too! Yuppers Yale. I did a tiny amount of research for that! *laughs* I was excited. I wanted to be politically correct. Yeah I'm being constantly told that I'm weird so I'm like Go Charlie! You tell Adam! I'm hope I cheered you up a little and I hope you like this chapter! *crosses fingers, toes and eyes* . . . *Uncrosses eyes and fingers* It's too hard to type like that. I can't wait until your next review! Later!
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KatieGirl