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Chapter 2: Windows

Just as I put the last of my things in a box the door flys open. I turn to see Connie smiling ear to ear.

"Hey Jules, you almost ready? We don't want to be late for our flight."

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

She leaves and I start to tape up the boxes.

It has been a tradition of the Ducks to have a some sort of gathering before we end. In the past it has been camping, but this year it is something far more special. Connie and Guy are getting married! The other difference this year is that we all know this is definitely it. There will be no scholarship offers, the Ducks as we know them are over.

I'm really ok with it. I mean we all have to grow up sometime. How many people can say they spent 8 years going to school and playing hockey with all of their best friends? I have been very lucky. We all have.

The time has finally come for us to leave the flock. We are all going on to what should be great lives. Like I said before Adam is going to play hockey for the New York Rangers, but he is not the only Duck to make it to the NHL. Guy was drafted by the Boston Bruins and Charlie is going to play for the only team that makes sense, the Mighty Ducks. Could that be more perfect for Captain Duck?

As for the rest of us, we all used our free educations to their fullest. I will be attending the University of Maine Medical School in the fall, but I will not be the only Duck doctor. Connie has enrolled at BU Medical School for sports medicine and Luis is going to be a sports psychologist.

I am all done packing. I take the last box and begin to walk out of the room. As I turn around for one last look I can almost see all of us laughing and fooling around. A small tear falls down my face. We are never going to be like that again. I can feel the sadness taking over me and then I hear him.

"Hey Kitty Cat, you need help with anything?"

I knew who it was before I even turned around. Adam is the only person to ever call me Kitty Cat. He must have seen my tears because he is looking at me with such concern. He grabs the book out of my hands, puts it on the floor and draws me into a hug. And finally the weight of all the change hits me and I begin to sob.

"Shh....It's ok. Just let it out. Tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything."

I pull away just enough to look at him. God I could get lost in his eyes. I once read somewhere that the eyes are the window to a person's soul. Looking into Adam's I can see how this can be true. There have been times over the years that I swear I knew what he was thinking just by looking at him. On the ice his eyes are always focused, determined. I find that very sexy. But off the ice when he is laughing or just having fun they glitter. I have also seen hurt in his eyes. I have lost count of the number of times I have opened my door to find Adam standing there, head hanging. Then he would look up at me and his eyes would just show pain. Most of the time this was after fights with his dad, but sometimes it would be after a bad game (that only happened twice....come on its Adam Banks, number one draft pick), or a bad break up. He wouldn't say anything, he didn't have to. I would quickly gather him into a hug and we would just sit together. We would get so engrossed in whatever his problem was that half the time we would never see Connie leave the room.

"It's just....we are over. The Ducks, my second family, are breaking up. How am I supposed to go to school next year without you guys? I am even going to have a new roommate. How is that going to work? I have roomed with Connie for 8 years; she is like.....no she is my sister. I don't want another one. It's just not fair."

I crash my head back on his strong chest.

"I know it's gonna be strange. How do you think I feel? I have played with the ducks for 10 years. I know where they are going to be on the ice without even looking. What if that is what has made me the player that I am? How am I going to do that in the NHL? I have never played with those guys. Shit, I'm gonna have to play against Guy and Charlie."

"Are you kidding me? I thought we went through all of this after draft night. You deserve every bit of praise you have received. You are going to be a great player."

"At least one of us is sure. I wish my dad...."

"Stop!" I pull away and take his face into my hands. "I will not allow you to let your father get you down. You have been drafted by the New York Rangers. And if all the rumors are true, Gretzky wanted no one but you."

I am searching his eyes now for what I like to call the glitter shift. When ever Adam would come to my room to talk I always knew he was better when I could see the shine back in his eyes. Adam must have known what I was looking for because he started to laugh.

"Did it happen yet? Are my eyes glittering?" He makes some stupid face and I playfully hit him. I was about to say something when we hear Guy.

"Come on you to, your going to make me late for my own wedding."

Adam turns to him. "Guy your wedding is not until, next week. Chill."

"Look I just want to get to Minnesota; I have been waiting for this day since I was 8. Someday you will understand. Now let's go!"

Adam and I just look at each other and laugh. Guy's right. From the time we were young we all knew Connie and Guy would get married.

"Well, I guess we should go. Guy may check me in a game one night if we make him late for his own wedding, even if it is NEXT WEEK!" The last part was aid in Guy's direction.

Adam grabs the box from the floor and we head out the door. I can't be sad yet. I still have three weeks left with the Ducks. I have to make the most of it. I look over at Adam and we both smile.