"Banks, I'm not so sure about this. . ." Ryan replied looking over his
shoulder and biting his lip. "Why don't I stay out here and you can go in
and get your blades."
I shook my head. "No, I'm not leaving you out here." I replied frustrated grabbing onto the shoulder of his jacket and dragging him behind me. "Besides you have a bigger chance of bumping into one of the Ducks out here than you do inside the dorms. You're safe, you're with me." I pulled him up the stairs towards the second floor.
Ryan looked around nervously as we got to the hall and started going down it. "I swear to God Adam, if I walk out of here with a broken nose I'm never listening to you again."
I smirked and shook my head as we reached my door. "Look, we're here." I poked his nose. "And look, it's not broken." I turned back to the door and tried to open it. "Shit. Locked." I cursed and dug through my jacket pockets. "Shit and my key is inside." I knocked on the door and there was no answer.
"Oh that's too bad, come on let's go!" Ryan replied grabbing at the back of my collar and jerking me backwards.
I coughed once and rubbed my neck. "Larson! Don't be a baby! It's a Sunday night, which usually means movie night in Charlie or the Bash Bros dorm. My roommate will be in there." I walked across the hall casually and knocked on Charlie's door.
Ryan bounced from foot to foot uneasily. "Adam. . ."
Charlie's door whipped open and Charlie stood grinning but was soon wiped off as he realized it was me. "Banksie! Hey you ok?"
I nodded. "Yeah I need to grab my blades, is Averman in there?"
Charlie nodded. "Yeah he's in here, but what do you need your blades for? Curfew is in an hour."
"Oh, Ryan and I are just going to skate around the courtyard for a while." I shrugged.
Charlie frowned. "Who's Ryan?"
"Ry, come here!" I called to him. I rolled my eyes. "For God sake Larson, I can see you trying to sneak down the stairs!" I yelled at him as he opened the door to go downstairs.
"Larson? As in the Hawk?" Charlie replied rather confused.
I nodded. "As in one of my best friends." I shrugged. "And actually he's a Knight now. Anyways I need Averman. I forgot my key and I need my blades."
Charlie grabbed onto my arm and yanked me into his room leaving Larson out in the hallway, slamming the door in his face. "Josie breaks up with you and you go visit a guy who completely deserted out after you switched teams?"
My jaw dropped. "You're one to talk Charlie!" I spat at him and looked around the room at some of the Ducks who looked a little shocked. I took a breath. "Charlie I don't want to argue with you right now. I've had a rough day."
He rolled his eyes. "Well let me clear some time when you aren't so busy." His eyes flashed as I frowned at him. "Just tell me why the hell he's here."
I licked my lips and looked past him at Averman who was sitting on the floor beside Goldberg. "Averman, key." I order of him.
Averman immediately shook his head. "Sorry Banks, but I want to hear this. I want to know why you're getting chummy with the enemy."
"I'm not getting 'chummy' with the enemy, because there is no enemy!" I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Look. I'm just catching up with an old friend."
"Who used to be a Hawk?!" Charlie burst at me stepping between me and Averman. It was obvious he wanted to win this.
"I used to be a Hawk!" I yelled back at him.
Guy, who had been silent for the last while, cuddled up with Connie, finally contributed. "Yeah, but you're different."
I looked at him in awe. "I'm no different than him!" I replied back, raising my voice and looking everyone in the eye. "Had you gotten Larson back in pee-wees instead of me, I could almost guarantee you that he would be in here talking to you and I would be out there wondering what the hell you were saying about me."
"Banks, that isn't true." Charlie replied softly.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't lie to me Charlie. I know it's true." I replied to him quickly. "You want proof? When you first found out that you were getting me on your team, what did you say?" As I gazed around the room the eyes of the original Ducks were lowered to the ground. "Exactly. You made assumptions about me, just like how the Hawks made assumptions about you." I turned and looked back at the door and pointed at it. "And you've made assumptions about him!"
Charlie ridded any guilt that washed over his face. "And why shouldn't we? What has he done to prove us wrong?" Echoes of yeah, agreed with Charlie.
I shrugged. "What does it matter Charlie? You wouldn't have noticed! You've closed your eyes to it. You only see what you want to see." I shook my head and sighed knowing no one in this room was going to budge. "Screw it. You don't care. I'm leaving. Later." I gave them a quick dismissive wave and opened the door, slamming it behind me as I stepped into the hallway.
"Hey."
I jumped and looked beside me. Ryan had taken a place leaning against the wall beside Charlie's door, waiting for me patiently. His calm green eyes looked up at me nervously.
"Hi." I replied hotly, trying to calm myself. Sometimes Charlie could get me so mad.
He frowned. "Sorry. I didn't want to make you and your friends fight." He apologized quietly looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
I shook my head at him. "Fight?" I replied trying to seem oblivious. "What makes you think we were fighting?"
He looked up at me knowingly. "I could hear you yelling through the door." He rolled his eyes and looked across the hall.
"You know, eavesdropping is a very nasty habit." I laughed smirking.
Ryan bowed his head at that. "Look Adam, I can tell that the Ducks really care about you. I get that. And I don't want to create a rift between them and you because they're your team and-"
I shook my head vigorously. "Dude. Stop." I laughed. "You're my friend and I'm not going to just stop being friends with you because my hockey team doesn't like it. That's completely stupid."
He looked up at me with guilty eyes and sighed. "Thanks Adam." I knew he still felt bad about it.
I rolled my eyes and held out my hand waiting for him to grab on so I could pull him off the floor. "No prob." I smirked at him as I threw an arm over his shoulder and walked down the hall so he could get back to his dorm.
"So much for rollerblading." He laughed trying to lighten up the mood.
I nodded. "Yeah, maybe next time." I looked over at him. "Say what are you doing next weekend?"
He laughed and shook his head as we began to walk down the stairs. "Nothing yet."
~*~
I looked around anxiously around me trying to take in my surroundings but I couldn't see anything through the night. The only thing that lit the area was a street light. I recognized this streetlight. I was home. Why was I home? I spun around a couple times and looked up at my house. It was dark and not even a single light was on inside or out. So cold. So unwelcoming.
I turned my back to my house and blinked at a figure who, stood across the street. "Josie?" I asked quietly into the night. "Josie, what are you doing here?"
She walked into the light and stared at me rather befuddled. "The question is what are you doing here?"
I blinked. This was getting confusing. "This is my home."
"Not anymore. You changed."
I shook my head. "You mean I moved?"
She shrugged blinking calmly. "You changed." She repeated.
"Then were do I live?" I asked looking around. I couldn't see anywhere else, besides, why would I move?
She shrugged once more and pointed out into the darkness. "Out there."
I frowned. "Out where?" Why were we just repeating what the other was saying?
She clutched her coat tight to her and looked up to the sky watching the snow fall from the sky. "Beautiful." She murmured.
I watched her in awe and couldn't help looking up too, staring at the light fluffy snow as it fell towards earth. "It is."
Silence.
I looked back down and looked around. She was gone. Without a goodbye. "Jose?"
***
I jumped and looked around taking a deep breath.
"Stupid dream!" I grumbled. This was getting sad. My dreams were getting more and more abstract. It was bad enough having to deal with my reality, but my dream were just torturing me, rubbing salt into an already pain wound. Didn't my subconscious already know that I knew Josie left me? I'm not that dim!
I sat up and threw my covers over my shoulders and swung my legs over the side of the bed and stared through the darkness at Averman's figure in a deep sleep. His chest rose and fell in a calm, steady rhythm. He was lucky. He didn't have to worry about secrets, pressures, expectations. Sure he had his quirks. He bombed at math, but for some reason he understood physics. He didn't have a girlfriend, and he could rant about it for hours on end. But other than that, he was normal.
In all honesty, there is no defined norm, but for some reason, I'm no where near it and I would do anything to be normal. At the moment Averman is the closest thing to normal and I would do anything to be him right now. To be sleeping soundlessly. Dreaming good dreams, filled with winning the Stanley Cup and getting the girl. I wouldn't wish my state right now on my worst enemy.
Averman grunted in his sleep and rolled over so he was facing the wall. I sighed and tightened my grip on my covers and looked over at the clock. Three forty-seven am. What the hell was I doing up at three forty-seven in the morning.
I laid my head back down on my pillow and closed my eyes knowing that sleep wasn't going to come easy to me. Averman once described me as a worried insomniac. He said it jokingly but now I know it's true.
I was worried about her. I was worried about how she'll react in Math. I wondered where she'll sit at meals. I wondered if she'll look at me in the halls. I wondered what she was dreaming; if it was me; if it were Peter; or if she wasn't sleeping at all, merely awake in the sleeping hours, pondering; wondering; about me of course. What I would do, say, wouldn't do or wouldn't say.
My eyes shot open.
Morning would be soon and I would have to face her. What would I say?
I'm sorry?
No. It's classic, but it won't cut it.
I love her?
No. It's true, but too painful for her and me.
I miss her?
Again, the truth. It hasn't even been a day and I miss her. Her smile, her laugh, her kiss, but it's too simple.
Maybe all three. They're all the truth, all too painful on their own, but maybe together they will save us.
I closed my eyes and let my mental and physical fatigue take over my body allowing myself to drift off into sleep where her tears haunted my dreams.
~*~
I took a deep breath as I walked into my math class and looked around the room. Josie wasn't there yet. I quickly took my seat and looked around me where the older students chattered quietly as our teacher organized himself before starting the lesson.
She was just getting her books. She probably forgot her calculator or something. It wasn't that big of a deal She'd come.
The second bell tolled signaling the beginning of the period.
I looked ahead where our teacher stood up and picked up a piece of pure white chalk from the ledge and began scrawling our questions from the night before on the board to take up and the sound of rustling papers and the conversations quieting down. I swallowed nervously as I opened my notebook and text.
She was just a little late. She probably couldn't get her locker open. It did sometimes jam. She would be here in a few minutes. She'd come.
"Any questions?" The teacher asked the class turning towards us with a smile, dusting his hands off on his pants leaving white chalk smudges, contrasting off his dark pants.
I looked toward the door and saw no movement.
Something clicked.
She wasn't coming.
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* A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry! It's been a while hasn't it? I've had a lot on my plate lately. It's coming to the middle of my semester at my school and everything is beginning to get hectic. For example, I have to work on my portfolio for my careers class, I have to start my ISU in French, we're just starting physics in science and my food and nutrition class... *rolls eyes* well it's just stressful because my teacher is a crack head. Anywho, let's start with the shout outs!!!
Shout outs!
Beaner- Oh, I love Larson. He's so much fun to write. *sighs* Yet another character that I get to add onto. I love doing that. Oh, and I promise I'll start working on Orion as soon as he becomes important again, which will probably be next chapter. Oh I love that movie! My friend plays baseball and she made me watch it. I fell in love with that movie. However Mighty Ducks is my first love, so don't worry. I won't go off and chase another fandom! This one has too much potential. Besides, this fandom has more characters for me to expand on! Like Larson! Yay Larson! *sighs* I was inspired again. I know! I know! I have to stop! But I just can't! However, it wasn't a No Doubt song! It was a Coors song. I think it's called Radio. *shrugs* Anyways I would be an Adam/Josie fic and... Ok, I'm getting off topic. I'll tell you what I was inspired to write over AOL later ok? Ok, Uhh... I'm not going to pick sides on who gets to marry Garette (shush! Don't tell Guy!), so I'll let you two duel it out ok? Ok Talk later!
Rach- Hey you! Oh, well you can't like everyone. I don't hold it against them. As long as they stay out of my face, I'll stay out of theirs. Oh, Ryan is one of my favorites to write because of his wide range of possibilities. He could be so many things. I'm so glad you liked my introduction to the Ryan storyline! Oh don't worry about the whole shopping thing. I'm the same way! I'm such a girl! *squeals* lol! Yeah it's totally my favorite chapter. I'm so happy you liked last chapter and I hope you like this one!
OreoLine00- Hey you! Oh definitely. Ducks are way more interesting than cool shoes. Sure I love my shoes, but I can love my Ducks way more. There is no point to a character if that character has no past. The past doesn't have to be laced with major angst and heartbreak, but it has to be there. A past is what makes a person what they are today. Besides, I'm a sucker for detail. I love it when something is described to me, and from the sounds of it, so are you. Go us!
AshCake- Hey there! I'm glad you liked my last chapter! Tons of fun to write! Oh, yeah. My mailman line. *shakes head* I was inspired by D1. In fact I think it's time to watch it again. Then again, I can't really learn anything from D1. . . maybe I should move on. . . To D2! Woot! Go me! *giggles* Ok. Later! Hope you like this one!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Hey there! Oh, Guelph is a Canadian city with an awesome University in it. But other than that, it's no biggie. Doesn't have a hockey team. *laughs* Ok. I doubt that Adam thought there were bunny screensavers on that disk and seeing I'm the author I see no betrayals in the form of bunnies in the future. Sorry! Yeah I like to be different. *coughs* Rather I am different. *laughs* That's why I added Larson in there. I'm glad you liked last chapter and I hope you like this one. Sorry it's been a while since I updated but I explained that above. Anyways. Later!
Emily- I'm glad I'm invited to the wedding; however I have been informed you have competition. Oh my Adam/Larson friendship is going to be a fun storyline for me to write and I can't wait to start. I was convinced Larson was the nicer one too. You're a fan of happy endings aren't you? I'm a fan of being caught off guard so you'll be in for a lot of twists and turns, so get ready!
Pyro44- Hey I think it's synonymous. Everyone loves the Larson/Adam friendship deal-y I made! That's cool! Yeah well, Adam may be super smart (and super hot) but he is human (well sorta) and he does make mistakes. And yeah it was stupid in the first place to read her diary. You'll have to read and find out if he's ever going to get things straight! OK? Later!
OK! One more little Announcement! I wrote a song fic and it fits into this story. However, it is going to be separate from this. It's called Last Exit to Eden and I encourage you to read it! Please? I've been told it's really good. So please read it and review! Thanks!
Review!
~Toodles!
KatieGirl!
I shook my head. "No, I'm not leaving you out here." I replied frustrated grabbing onto the shoulder of his jacket and dragging him behind me. "Besides you have a bigger chance of bumping into one of the Ducks out here than you do inside the dorms. You're safe, you're with me." I pulled him up the stairs towards the second floor.
Ryan looked around nervously as we got to the hall and started going down it. "I swear to God Adam, if I walk out of here with a broken nose I'm never listening to you again."
I smirked and shook my head as we reached my door. "Look, we're here." I poked his nose. "And look, it's not broken." I turned back to the door and tried to open it. "Shit. Locked." I cursed and dug through my jacket pockets. "Shit and my key is inside." I knocked on the door and there was no answer.
"Oh that's too bad, come on let's go!" Ryan replied grabbing at the back of my collar and jerking me backwards.
I coughed once and rubbed my neck. "Larson! Don't be a baby! It's a Sunday night, which usually means movie night in Charlie or the Bash Bros dorm. My roommate will be in there." I walked across the hall casually and knocked on Charlie's door.
Ryan bounced from foot to foot uneasily. "Adam. . ."
Charlie's door whipped open and Charlie stood grinning but was soon wiped off as he realized it was me. "Banksie! Hey you ok?"
I nodded. "Yeah I need to grab my blades, is Averman in there?"
Charlie nodded. "Yeah he's in here, but what do you need your blades for? Curfew is in an hour."
"Oh, Ryan and I are just going to skate around the courtyard for a while." I shrugged.
Charlie frowned. "Who's Ryan?"
"Ry, come here!" I called to him. I rolled my eyes. "For God sake Larson, I can see you trying to sneak down the stairs!" I yelled at him as he opened the door to go downstairs.
"Larson? As in the Hawk?" Charlie replied rather confused.
I nodded. "As in one of my best friends." I shrugged. "And actually he's a Knight now. Anyways I need Averman. I forgot my key and I need my blades."
Charlie grabbed onto my arm and yanked me into his room leaving Larson out in the hallway, slamming the door in his face. "Josie breaks up with you and you go visit a guy who completely deserted out after you switched teams?"
My jaw dropped. "You're one to talk Charlie!" I spat at him and looked around the room at some of the Ducks who looked a little shocked. I took a breath. "Charlie I don't want to argue with you right now. I've had a rough day."
He rolled his eyes. "Well let me clear some time when you aren't so busy." His eyes flashed as I frowned at him. "Just tell me why the hell he's here."
I licked my lips and looked past him at Averman who was sitting on the floor beside Goldberg. "Averman, key." I order of him.
Averman immediately shook his head. "Sorry Banks, but I want to hear this. I want to know why you're getting chummy with the enemy."
"I'm not getting 'chummy' with the enemy, because there is no enemy!" I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Look. I'm just catching up with an old friend."
"Who used to be a Hawk?!" Charlie burst at me stepping between me and Averman. It was obvious he wanted to win this.
"I used to be a Hawk!" I yelled back at him.
Guy, who had been silent for the last while, cuddled up with Connie, finally contributed. "Yeah, but you're different."
I looked at him in awe. "I'm no different than him!" I replied back, raising my voice and looking everyone in the eye. "Had you gotten Larson back in pee-wees instead of me, I could almost guarantee you that he would be in here talking to you and I would be out there wondering what the hell you were saying about me."
"Banks, that isn't true." Charlie replied softly.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't lie to me Charlie. I know it's true." I replied to him quickly. "You want proof? When you first found out that you were getting me on your team, what did you say?" As I gazed around the room the eyes of the original Ducks were lowered to the ground. "Exactly. You made assumptions about me, just like how the Hawks made assumptions about you." I turned and looked back at the door and pointed at it. "And you've made assumptions about him!"
Charlie ridded any guilt that washed over his face. "And why shouldn't we? What has he done to prove us wrong?" Echoes of yeah, agreed with Charlie.
I shrugged. "What does it matter Charlie? You wouldn't have noticed! You've closed your eyes to it. You only see what you want to see." I shook my head and sighed knowing no one in this room was going to budge. "Screw it. You don't care. I'm leaving. Later." I gave them a quick dismissive wave and opened the door, slamming it behind me as I stepped into the hallway.
"Hey."
I jumped and looked beside me. Ryan had taken a place leaning against the wall beside Charlie's door, waiting for me patiently. His calm green eyes looked up at me nervously.
"Hi." I replied hotly, trying to calm myself. Sometimes Charlie could get me so mad.
He frowned. "Sorry. I didn't want to make you and your friends fight." He apologized quietly looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
I shook my head at him. "Fight?" I replied trying to seem oblivious. "What makes you think we were fighting?"
He looked up at me knowingly. "I could hear you yelling through the door." He rolled his eyes and looked across the hall.
"You know, eavesdropping is a very nasty habit." I laughed smirking.
Ryan bowed his head at that. "Look Adam, I can tell that the Ducks really care about you. I get that. And I don't want to create a rift between them and you because they're your team and-"
I shook my head vigorously. "Dude. Stop." I laughed. "You're my friend and I'm not going to just stop being friends with you because my hockey team doesn't like it. That's completely stupid."
He looked up at me with guilty eyes and sighed. "Thanks Adam." I knew he still felt bad about it.
I rolled my eyes and held out my hand waiting for him to grab on so I could pull him off the floor. "No prob." I smirked at him as I threw an arm over his shoulder and walked down the hall so he could get back to his dorm.
"So much for rollerblading." He laughed trying to lighten up the mood.
I nodded. "Yeah, maybe next time." I looked over at him. "Say what are you doing next weekend?"
He laughed and shook his head as we began to walk down the stairs. "Nothing yet."
~*~
I looked around anxiously around me trying to take in my surroundings but I couldn't see anything through the night. The only thing that lit the area was a street light. I recognized this streetlight. I was home. Why was I home? I spun around a couple times and looked up at my house. It was dark and not even a single light was on inside or out. So cold. So unwelcoming.
I turned my back to my house and blinked at a figure who, stood across the street. "Josie?" I asked quietly into the night. "Josie, what are you doing here?"
She walked into the light and stared at me rather befuddled. "The question is what are you doing here?"
I blinked. This was getting confusing. "This is my home."
"Not anymore. You changed."
I shook my head. "You mean I moved?"
She shrugged blinking calmly. "You changed." She repeated.
"Then were do I live?" I asked looking around. I couldn't see anywhere else, besides, why would I move?
She shrugged once more and pointed out into the darkness. "Out there."
I frowned. "Out where?" Why were we just repeating what the other was saying?
She clutched her coat tight to her and looked up to the sky watching the snow fall from the sky. "Beautiful." She murmured.
I watched her in awe and couldn't help looking up too, staring at the light fluffy snow as it fell towards earth. "It is."
Silence.
I looked back down and looked around. She was gone. Without a goodbye. "Jose?"
***
I jumped and looked around taking a deep breath.
"Stupid dream!" I grumbled. This was getting sad. My dreams were getting more and more abstract. It was bad enough having to deal with my reality, but my dream were just torturing me, rubbing salt into an already pain wound. Didn't my subconscious already know that I knew Josie left me? I'm not that dim!
I sat up and threw my covers over my shoulders and swung my legs over the side of the bed and stared through the darkness at Averman's figure in a deep sleep. His chest rose and fell in a calm, steady rhythm. He was lucky. He didn't have to worry about secrets, pressures, expectations. Sure he had his quirks. He bombed at math, but for some reason he understood physics. He didn't have a girlfriend, and he could rant about it for hours on end. But other than that, he was normal.
In all honesty, there is no defined norm, but for some reason, I'm no where near it and I would do anything to be normal. At the moment Averman is the closest thing to normal and I would do anything to be him right now. To be sleeping soundlessly. Dreaming good dreams, filled with winning the Stanley Cup and getting the girl. I wouldn't wish my state right now on my worst enemy.
Averman grunted in his sleep and rolled over so he was facing the wall. I sighed and tightened my grip on my covers and looked over at the clock. Three forty-seven am. What the hell was I doing up at three forty-seven in the morning.
I laid my head back down on my pillow and closed my eyes knowing that sleep wasn't going to come easy to me. Averman once described me as a worried insomniac. He said it jokingly but now I know it's true.
I was worried about her. I was worried about how she'll react in Math. I wondered where she'll sit at meals. I wondered if she'll look at me in the halls. I wondered what she was dreaming; if it was me; if it were Peter; or if she wasn't sleeping at all, merely awake in the sleeping hours, pondering; wondering; about me of course. What I would do, say, wouldn't do or wouldn't say.
My eyes shot open.
Morning would be soon and I would have to face her. What would I say?
I'm sorry?
No. It's classic, but it won't cut it.
I love her?
No. It's true, but too painful for her and me.
I miss her?
Again, the truth. It hasn't even been a day and I miss her. Her smile, her laugh, her kiss, but it's too simple.
Maybe all three. They're all the truth, all too painful on their own, but maybe together they will save us.
I closed my eyes and let my mental and physical fatigue take over my body allowing myself to drift off into sleep where her tears haunted my dreams.
~*~
I took a deep breath as I walked into my math class and looked around the room. Josie wasn't there yet. I quickly took my seat and looked around me where the older students chattered quietly as our teacher organized himself before starting the lesson.
She was just getting her books. She probably forgot her calculator or something. It wasn't that big of a deal She'd come.
The second bell tolled signaling the beginning of the period.
I looked ahead where our teacher stood up and picked up a piece of pure white chalk from the ledge and began scrawling our questions from the night before on the board to take up and the sound of rustling papers and the conversations quieting down. I swallowed nervously as I opened my notebook and text.
She was just a little late. She probably couldn't get her locker open. It did sometimes jam. She would be here in a few minutes. She'd come.
"Any questions?" The teacher asked the class turning towards us with a smile, dusting his hands off on his pants leaving white chalk smudges, contrasting off his dark pants.
I looked toward the door and saw no movement.
Something clicked.
She wasn't coming.
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* A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry! It's been a while hasn't it? I've had a lot on my plate lately. It's coming to the middle of my semester at my school and everything is beginning to get hectic. For example, I have to work on my portfolio for my careers class, I have to start my ISU in French, we're just starting physics in science and my food and nutrition class... *rolls eyes* well it's just stressful because my teacher is a crack head. Anywho, let's start with the shout outs!!!
Shout outs!
Beaner- Oh, I love Larson. He's so much fun to write. *sighs* Yet another character that I get to add onto. I love doing that. Oh, and I promise I'll start working on Orion as soon as he becomes important again, which will probably be next chapter. Oh I love that movie! My friend plays baseball and she made me watch it. I fell in love with that movie. However Mighty Ducks is my first love, so don't worry. I won't go off and chase another fandom! This one has too much potential. Besides, this fandom has more characters for me to expand on! Like Larson! Yay Larson! *sighs* I was inspired again. I know! I know! I have to stop! But I just can't! However, it wasn't a No Doubt song! It was a Coors song. I think it's called Radio. *shrugs* Anyways I would be an Adam/Josie fic and... Ok, I'm getting off topic. I'll tell you what I was inspired to write over AOL later ok? Ok, Uhh... I'm not going to pick sides on who gets to marry Garette (shush! Don't tell Guy!), so I'll let you two duel it out ok? Ok Talk later!
Rach- Hey you! Oh, well you can't like everyone. I don't hold it against them. As long as they stay out of my face, I'll stay out of theirs. Oh, Ryan is one of my favorites to write because of his wide range of possibilities. He could be so many things. I'm so glad you liked my introduction to the Ryan storyline! Oh don't worry about the whole shopping thing. I'm the same way! I'm such a girl! *squeals* lol! Yeah it's totally my favorite chapter. I'm so happy you liked last chapter and I hope you like this one!
OreoLine00- Hey you! Oh definitely. Ducks are way more interesting than cool shoes. Sure I love my shoes, but I can love my Ducks way more. There is no point to a character if that character has no past. The past doesn't have to be laced with major angst and heartbreak, but it has to be there. A past is what makes a person what they are today. Besides, I'm a sucker for detail. I love it when something is described to me, and from the sounds of it, so are you. Go us!
AshCake- Hey there! I'm glad you liked my last chapter! Tons of fun to write! Oh, yeah. My mailman line. *shakes head* I was inspired by D1. In fact I think it's time to watch it again. Then again, I can't really learn anything from D1. . . maybe I should move on. . . To D2! Woot! Go me! *giggles* Ok. Later! Hope you like this one!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Hey there! Oh, Guelph is a Canadian city with an awesome University in it. But other than that, it's no biggie. Doesn't have a hockey team. *laughs* Ok. I doubt that Adam thought there were bunny screensavers on that disk and seeing I'm the author I see no betrayals in the form of bunnies in the future. Sorry! Yeah I like to be different. *coughs* Rather I am different. *laughs* That's why I added Larson in there. I'm glad you liked last chapter and I hope you like this one. Sorry it's been a while since I updated but I explained that above. Anyways. Later!
Emily- I'm glad I'm invited to the wedding; however I have been informed you have competition. Oh my Adam/Larson friendship is going to be a fun storyline for me to write and I can't wait to start. I was convinced Larson was the nicer one too. You're a fan of happy endings aren't you? I'm a fan of being caught off guard so you'll be in for a lot of twists and turns, so get ready!
Pyro44- Hey I think it's synonymous. Everyone loves the Larson/Adam friendship deal-y I made! That's cool! Yeah well, Adam may be super smart (and super hot) but he is human (well sorta) and he does make mistakes. And yeah it was stupid in the first place to read her diary. You'll have to read and find out if he's ever going to get things straight! OK? Later!
OK! One more little Announcement! I wrote a song fic and it fits into this story. However, it is going to be separate from this. It's called Last Exit to Eden and I encourage you to read it! Please? I've been told it's really good. So please read it and review! Thanks!
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