A/n Hey people, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated anything, I
lost my inspiration for a while. Anyway enjoy!
(Portman pov)
Why? Why am I a shit head to people? Okay for you to understand this I'll have to rewind.
See we'd all had a lot of fun at the mall. So we made plans to hang out even more. Movies, swimming, hockey games we'd done it all in the last week. It wasn't until Friday that I called home for the first time. The Ducks were being great, but you gotta call you family.
"Hello," My sister Brooke said.
"Hey Brooke,"
"Dean!" She squealed, Brooke and I were very close. We chatted for a couple of minutes, I told her about everything I'd been up to.
"Anyway, this is long distance Babe, so can I talk to Dad." I said not trying to cut her short but I knew this call was a million dollars already memo to self thank Banksie's rich butt.
"Ahhhh, sure,"
"Hello." My Mom said.
"Hey Mom," I said back slightly confused Dad should be home from work, "I hate to cut ya mom but I was hoping to talk to Dad."
"Ah, yes of course. About Dad Dean. He well he moved out."
"What?" I asked. I didn't really need her to explain, I knew my Dad and Mom had more than there fair share of fights and affairs. But they'd always held it together. She told me he'd just plain left, that they didn't know where he was.
I got off the phone quickly just sitting there trying to process what she'd just said to me. Dad left. How could he do that, just leave and not even tell them. He'd be back, eventually. He'd done this before, then why dose it feel different. Maybe I'm just paranoid but something tells me he's not coming back, that this time it's different.
When Guy called saying there was a movie night at his house I can't say I was exactly thrilled, but agreed to go get me out of the life of the rich and stuffy, nothing is ever happening in their house. I've never made it a secret that Banksie bothers me, and I know I bother him, and I was not in the mood to deal with him. But I never should have said all that shit.
Again why? Why did I have to yell at him? Why was I so annoyed that I finally snapped? It was about three movies into the party, the movies were playing in the background but we had spread out talking and laughing, I'd gotten tired of standing there smiling so I found a quite spot in the living room to sit in some quite for a few minutes, rejuvenate. I started watching him.
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I spotted Adam sitting across the room. He was also alone. I shook my head. Why did he always isolate himself from the group? You know I don't buy this I'm shy stuff for a second. Maybe it's because I don't really think of anyone really being shy. I just think there are those of us who are loud, and ones who are louder. Like Kenny, he quieter than say Russ, but get him in the right conversation he'll talk your ear off. Trust me I rode on the plane to LA right next to him.
But Adam he never talks. Well outside of hockey. The kid was obsessed. You know thinking of it he is really damn annoying. All he dose is sit there quietly being perfect. He's got the perfect house. Always gets perfect grades. Has good hair. And he's the "star" hockey player, which is complete shit by the way.
Maybe it's my Chicago instinct setting in, but I never trust quite people. They are the ones that'll kill you and leave ya in a gutter. Not the thug on the corner but the silent guy who's always polite, he will betray you.
I watched him roll his eyes at some comment Les said. I literally felt myself snap. Have I ever mentioned that I have anger issues?
"What the hell is your problem pretty boy," I crossed the room and in one swift motion pulled him to his feet. I didn't wait for him to respond. "You want us to think your quite, hell even shy. But you know what your just some stuck up little pansy. News Flash nobody likes you, we just put up with you shit. You think your so much better than us you little Fucker, but you aint. Your just,"
"Dude, stop." The ducks had surrounded us by know. I hadn't heard any of them, but I heard Fulton. I've never walked away from a fight. I know that wasn't exactly a fight but I had every intention of it being one in about three minutes. Something in Adams eyes made me let go of him; it let me be walked across the room. I had hurt him. Wasn't that the idea? I questioned myself. Why else go and chew him a new one.
I wasn't shocked when he whipped out his cell.
"Get him the Fuck out of my house." He then proceeded to call his Father and be picked up. He waited outside. All of the duck, except Fulton and me, waited outside with him. The silence felt heavy, I knew Fulton was starting at me just trying to figure out what I was thinking. Truth is I don't know what I'm thinking. I heard the door open and the Ducks filled in.
Charlie sat down in front of me. Good old Captain, always the one to solve the crisis. He looked like he was trying to conceal his anger.
"Okay so what happened?" He asked sounding more pleasant than the look on his face. Unfortunately I was in a tough spot, old Captain and Adam were tight. He was automatically his side, just like Fulton was on mine.
I searched for words, "He just got on my last nerve," Is what came out. Okay so it's not a complete lie, just neglecting to tell that I'd felt like beating the shit out of something all day. Not exactly brilliant but it worked because Charlie was nodding.
"I know you and Adam don't exactly don't get along but, you had no right man. None at all." I just nodded. He was right, and I knew it. Tonight blows. "I think I can safely say that this evening is over," He said standing up to address the troops, "It was a great party Guy I had fun." He turned back at me, "I'll be there early Tommrow morning to help sort this thing out, don't even try talking to him till then, you've done enough damage."
I just nodded, not trusting my self-talking anymore. I felt like a four year old being reprimanded, which really blows seeing I am older than all of the Ducks. Yep there mostly thirteen and I'm fourteen.
It wasn't till the drive home I realized what he meant when he said "get him the Fuck out of my house." He'd called Bombay. Was this my last night with the Ducks? Did I have to go home and deal with a Mother who was no doubt hitting the bottle and no Father? Great.
Okay so tell me what ya think? Love Rachel
(Portman pov)
Why? Why am I a shit head to people? Okay for you to understand this I'll have to rewind.
See we'd all had a lot of fun at the mall. So we made plans to hang out even more. Movies, swimming, hockey games we'd done it all in the last week. It wasn't until Friday that I called home for the first time. The Ducks were being great, but you gotta call you family.
"Hello," My sister Brooke said.
"Hey Brooke,"
"Dean!" She squealed, Brooke and I were very close. We chatted for a couple of minutes, I told her about everything I'd been up to.
"Anyway, this is long distance Babe, so can I talk to Dad." I said not trying to cut her short but I knew this call was a million dollars already memo to self thank Banksie's rich butt.
"Ahhhh, sure,"
"Hello." My Mom said.
"Hey Mom," I said back slightly confused Dad should be home from work, "I hate to cut ya mom but I was hoping to talk to Dad."
"Ah, yes of course. About Dad Dean. He well he moved out."
"What?" I asked. I didn't really need her to explain, I knew my Dad and Mom had more than there fair share of fights and affairs. But they'd always held it together. She told me he'd just plain left, that they didn't know where he was.
I got off the phone quickly just sitting there trying to process what she'd just said to me. Dad left. How could he do that, just leave and not even tell them. He'd be back, eventually. He'd done this before, then why dose it feel different. Maybe I'm just paranoid but something tells me he's not coming back, that this time it's different.
When Guy called saying there was a movie night at his house I can't say I was exactly thrilled, but agreed to go get me out of the life of the rich and stuffy, nothing is ever happening in their house. I've never made it a secret that Banksie bothers me, and I know I bother him, and I was not in the mood to deal with him. But I never should have said all that shit.
Again why? Why did I have to yell at him? Why was I so annoyed that I finally snapped? It was about three movies into the party, the movies were playing in the background but we had spread out talking and laughing, I'd gotten tired of standing there smiling so I found a quite spot in the living room to sit in some quite for a few minutes, rejuvenate. I started watching him.
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I spotted Adam sitting across the room. He was also alone. I shook my head. Why did he always isolate himself from the group? You know I don't buy this I'm shy stuff for a second. Maybe it's because I don't really think of anyone really being shy. I just think there are those of us who are loud, and ones who are louder. Like Kenny, he quieter than say Russ, but get him in the right conversation he'll talk your ear off. Trust me I rode on the plane to LA right next to him.
But Adam he never talks. Well outside of hockey. The kid was obsessed. You know thinking of it he is really damn annoying. All he dose is sit there quietly being perfect. He's got the perfect house. Always gets perfect grades. Has good hair. And he's the "star" hockey player, which is complete shit by the way.
Maybe it's my Chicago instinct setting in, but I never trust quite people. They are the ones that'll kill you and leave ya in a gutter. Not the thug on the corner but the silent guy who's always polite, he will betray you.
I watched him roll his eyes at some comment Les said. I literally felt myself snap. Have I ever mentioned that I have anger issues?
"What the hell is your problem pretty boy," I crossed the room and in one swift motion pulled him to his feet. I didn't wait for him to respond. "You want us to think your quite, hell even shy. But you know what your just some stuck up little pansy. News Flash nobody likes you, we just put up with you shit. You think your so much better than us you little Fucker, but you aint. Your just,"
"Dude, stop." The ducks had surrounded us by know. I hadn't heard any of them, but I heard Fulton. I've never walked away from a fight. I know that wasn't exactly a fight but I had every intention of it being one in about three minutes. Something in Adams eyes made me let go of him; it let me be walked across the room. I had hurt him. Wasn't that the idea? I questioned myself. Why else go and chew him a new one.
I wasn't shocked when he whipped out his cell.
"Get him the Fuck out of my house." He then proceeded to call his Father and be picked up. He waited outside. All of the duck, except Fulton and me, waited outside with him. The silence felt heavy, I knew Fulton was starting at me just trying to figure out what I was thinking. Truth is I don't know what I'm thinking. I heard the door open and the Ducks filled in.
Charlie sat down in front of me. Good old Captain, always the one to solve the crisis. He looked like he was trying to conceal his anger.
"Okay so what happened?" He asked sounding more pleasant than the look on his face. Unfortunately I was in a tough spot, old Captain and Adam were tight. He was automatically his side, just like Fulton was on mine.
I searched for words, "He just got on my last nerve," Is what came out. Okay so it's not a complete lie, just neglecting to tell that I'd felt like beating the shit out of something all day. Not exactly brilliant but it worked because Charlie was nodding.
"I know you and Adam don't exactly don't get along but, you had no right man. None at all." I just nodded. He was right, and I knew it. Tonight blows. "I think I can safely say that this evening is over," He said standing up to address the troops, "It was a great party Guy I had fun." He turned back at me, "I'll be there early Tommrow morning to help sort this thing out, don't even try talking to him till then, you've done enough damage."
I just nodded, not trusting my self-talking anymore. I felt like a four year old being reprimanded, which really blows seeing I am older than all of the Ducks. Yep there mostly thirteen and I'm fourteen.
It wasn't till the drive home I realized what he meant when he said "get him the Fuck out of my house." He'd called Bombay. Was this my last night with the Ducks? Did I have to go home and deal with a Mother who was no doubt hitting the bottle and no Father? Great.
Okay so tell me what ya think? Love Rachel