A/N: Gina, I swear, you are what keeps this story going!! Seriously, without you're persistent sitting and waiting for updates, I wouldn't do anything. So, here you are! Hope you like it! R/R soon!

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape or form, own any or all of the Mighty Ducks, although I wish I did own Banksy! Damn, he is fine! looks around embarrassed and continues typing while sitting back down in chair she just jumped out of. Don't sue me, cuz I ain't got nothin'! What a great sentence! Double negatives! YAY!! So, without further adeiu, Chapter 10!!!!

Chapter 10: In Love??

"So, are you going to the game tonight?" Adam slid into the seat next to me in history class.

"Good morning to you, too. I had a wonderful evening. Thank you so much for asking. Yes, I did get all my work done. And it only took me until midnight. How is your day?" I examined my nails and slowly turned to face Adam.

"Lilly! Answer the question." He slid the desk closer to mine and took my hand in his. "Are you going to the game tonight?"

"Geez, Adam! Take up the whole freaking aisle!" Charlie grinned at his friend and winked. Then he looked at me. "Oh, hi. You must be Banksy's girlfriend. I'm his friend Charlie Conway. And your name is?"

I giggled. "I'm Lilly Riley, Rick's little sister." I held out my hand for him to shake.

"Lilly. What a beautiful name! Especially for such a beautiful girl." He kissed the back of my hand.

Adam got a little red faced at this comment, and then even more so at Charlie's gesture. Then he kind of chuckled and said, "Get out of here, you big flirt!" He threw a piece of paper at him.

Charlie laughed, too. "Okay, okay! Seeya. Nice meeting you, Lilly." Then he walked to his desk.

"He's kind of nice." I turned to look at Adam. He looked like he was sick. "Adam? Are you okay?"

"He called you my girlfriend." He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Well, don't get your hopes up. I know the truth." I winked teasingly.

The bell rang and the lecture began. Adam had to slid the desk back to its original position. Then we had a ton of questions we had to do. He slid the desk back over just as I was getting up.

"What are you doing, Adam?" I looked at him incredulously.

"Working on my assignment with a partner." He flipped through his book.

I looked over at Myranda, who had had to sit on the other side of the room because Adam had taken her seat. She was already working on the assignment with another one of our friends. I sank back into my seat.

"Why didn't you wait for me in History?" I plopped down beside her at a table.

"You were busy with Banks. I'm sorry." She was mixing her corn and mashed potatoes up.

"Yeah, well, that's okay." I shook my head. "This has been a really weird week of school."

A tray was set down beside me and the chair was pulled out.

"Hey," Adam said sliding into the seat. Mimicking Joey Tribiani, he said, "How you doing?"

"Cute," I said, giggling a little.

"Yes, I can see that, but I was wondering about your day, not you."

"Very funny, Adam. My day is going very well, thank you." I looked at him. He was smiling, rather sexily, I might add. God, what am I thinking?! "How is your day going?"

"Well, okay, but I know how it could be better." He moved a little closer.

"Really? How?" I smiled.

"You could kiss me again." He paused for a second. "And you could go to the game tonight." He fiddled with a piece of my hair.

"Hmmm, well." I put a finger against my temple and pretended to think. "Let me see. I think I can get to the game." I glanced at Rick, and when I had his attention, stared directly into Adam's eyes. "I think I can do the other thing, too, if it'll make your day better, sweetie."

I leaned closer and slowly ran my finger down his cheek. Then, just as we were about to kiss, Rick ran over to our table.

"Hey, Banksy. What are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be sitting with the team?" He looked quickly from me to Adam and back again.

"Yeah, I guess." Adam looked back at me. He gave me look as if to say 'What can I do?' then kissed my cheek. "See you at the game, Lilly."

"You know," Myranda said, reminding me that she was still there, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you are in love with Banks. But that's not true, huh?"

"No," I laughed nervously as I glanced over to where Adam was now sitting. He was staring right at me, grinning lazily. "Of course I'm not."

"Sure," Myranda said in a know-it-all voice.

"No, really, I'm not." I turned my attention back to her. "So, you wanna go to a hockey game tonight?"

"I can't believe she dumped me at the last minute to go to some dumb movie with Nick!" I shook my head in frustration as I looked around the rink. Then, I spotted Adam. He was sitting a couple of rows away from my brother. Not that I cared; I wanted to be alone with him. We needed to talk.

I walked up the bleachers to where he sat. He was too 'enthralled' with his bag to see me come up to him. I cleared my throat.

"Hey, stranger."

He looked up. Then he began to grin like a fool. "Hey, Lilly. I was wondering when you'd get here."

Adam slid over on the bench. I sat down next to him.

"So," he slid his arm across my shoulders lazily, "what's up?"

"Well, I have this dilemma." I paused momentarily. "Actually, it's not really me, it's my friend, Liz. Can I get your opinion?"

"Okay, shoot!" He directed his attention to me.

"Well, Liz started this.conspiracy, I guess, with Myranda, right?" He nodded, and I continued. "See, Liz has this older sister who used to give her all this attention, then just stopped. So she's getting really close to this guy her sister can't stand. Well, the plan is working, cuz Liz is getting her sister's attention, but she's beginning to really like the guy. She asked me what I thought she should do, but I had no clue. What do you think?" I looked at him expectantly.

"Well, she's got to decide who is more important, the sister or the guy. Then, hopefully, she'll do right by herself and everyone else."

"That's a good point." I thought for a moment. "Thanks, Adam."

"Uh," he said, sliding a little bit closer to me, "could you call me sweetie again?" He eyes brightened up.

"Sure, sweetie." I kissed him on the cheek and laughed.

The rest of the JV game was spent whispering pet names and making weekend plans. I think 'Liz' figured out who was more important, and I don't think her 'sister' won.

A/N: Bwahaha!!! YaY!! Pretty! Anywhosies, that was fun. For the record, I'd like to say Banksy and Lilly aren't boyfriend and girlfriend.yet. They not be. I haven't decided yet. R/R ASAP! Thanx! ~Nelli~