I know I'm screwin' with Charlie's music interest but oh well. Who cares?
Pretend he has a broad music interest, okay? Okay! ^_^ Oh, and I don't know
when hockey season begins/ends or if the JV/Varsity game was supposed to be
the last of the season on the movie but I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT EITHER!
Okay, I'm sorry this took so long...I discovered the greatness that is Dawson's Creek and have read nearly every single Pacey/Joey fic in existence. It's true...I love'm! I've become a hardcore PJ shipper. And I've only seen 9 1/2 episodes...my mom made me go with her to drop of my cousin halfway through one of them...I cried...a lot...anyway, that's why this is so late. I've been caught up reading all the Dawson's Creek fics...it has its grasp on my life and doesn't appear to want to let me go just yet...it's even convinced me to buy the entire First Season on DVD...now if only I could convince my parents...wait! Alas! They said it was okay! But I won't get it till August 18...*cries* that's the first day of school! WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Liz- Okay, thanks! ^_^
Joshrox116- Yes, dumb judge...you'll just have to see...
Nellie- Thank you!
Chelsea- Lol...*reads review and grins* Hey...Hilary, huh? Well that's lovely. Well I don't' want to keep you waiting TOO long. And I'm glad that it's in a GOOD way...^_^
Jinx- Lol...why thank you. I hate George too...and he's like my little sick, demented creation. Lol...
Teenage Slayer With Attitude- Heh...thanks. I'm glad I'm not the only one who didn't know its meaning.
Skeet11- Lol, sorry to keep ya waiting.
Schiz- *laughs hysterically and makes a George-voodoo-doll too*...*stabs it and laughs*...*shifty eyes and goes back to normal, tossing GVDD aside* Yes, everyone's skull does indeed have the density of lead. And thank you, I'm glad you're into it! ^^
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 10-
Charlie sat in his new room, music blaring on his headphones. His dad wouldn't let him hang out with his friends. He probably figured Charlie wouldn't come back.
Not that he wasn't right in worrying about that in particular, it just didn't make Charlie's life any easier.
Charlie looked up at his bare walls. His dad had told him not to bother unpacking. He didn't know why though. He figured his dad would be just dieing for Charlie to get adjusted the way he acted in the courtroom. Charlie didn't understand why his dad came after all these years anyway.
They had only been there since that afternoon but Charlie was getting restless. He had calmed down quite a bit once he got in his room.
No, it wasn't his room. It was the room he was staying in. It would never be his room.
Charlie let out another depressed sigh. He had gotten over his silence phase but now he was just mad. Why did his mom have to go and die anyway?
He let out an aggravated sigh. He was SO bored. His dad was such a butthead...
Yes, that is something he was sure of.
He hated his dad.
With a passion.
A BURNING passion, at that.
Hated him hated him HATED HIM. Charlie wished for nothing more than for his father to be dead instead of his mother. If only he could arrange that. Too bad he couldn't. It was a nice thought though.
Charlie was really angry at the time so he decided to match his music with his feelings. It helped make him feel better. So instead of trashing his room, he just listened to the song. THEN he would go trash his room. No, again, it wasn't his room. And everything was still in boxes so there was nothing to trash. Not to mention he couldn't leave the house.
Man, life bites for Charlie Conway.
As Charlie was putting Pink's "Family Portrait" in his CD player and starting it, his father barged in.
Charlie turned to glare at his father. "HAVE YOU NO COMMON COURTASY?! Knock first!" he spat out, his words laced with malice.
George just ignored him. "Start loading up." He said with enthusiasm.
Charlie just stared at him like he had grown seven heads. "What are you talking about?" he asked, slipping off his headphones. He figured maybe he had heard wrong. He thought for a second that his dad had said to start loading up his boxes in the car AGAIN! Maybe the loud music WAS bad for his hearing...
"I said to load your stuff back into the car. We're moving back to Montana!" George replied.
"MON-MONTANA?!" Charlie said as he fell out of his chair.
"Montana?!" he screamed again as it sunk into his brain what moving to Montana meant.
It meant no more Ducks.
His dad nodded. "Yes, I used to live there and I have a house there so that's where we're going. I'm sure you'll do fine. I registered you in another Academy just like Eden Hall so you'll feel right at home."
"WH-WHAT?! ANOTHER prep school? ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Charlie yelled again, abruptly standing up.
"I've been told I am. But that won't change it any." George said before turning to leave.
Charlie just stared out in front of him. He could NOT do this to him! He could even let the living with him slip but not moving him to another state! He was HAPPY at Eden Hall. He never thought the day he would catch himself saying that but it would be better than an Eden Hall-like school in ANOTHER STATE! And that was SOLELY because of the Ducks. Now he won't even have the Ducks.
Being in the midst of preppies WITHOUT the Ducks was enough to nauseate the boy. And he thought being in a prep school WITH the Ducks was bad...
He kicked the wall as hard as he could and left a hole the size of his foot in the wall. His mind was numbed with frustration and anger at the way things were working out so he didn't even give it a second glance. He figured he would regret it when the pain caught up with his foot or his dad found out.
Whichever came first.
Both would be painful.
Charlie just let out a sigh, trying to calm his raging nerves. He knew this wouldn't help him now. It was much easier to yell at his mother than his father. Especially because his father was a man he associated abuse with...
Charlie shook away that thought as he looked at the phone and then out the window. He couldn't help but wonder if he would even get to say goodbye to them.
The teenage boy walked out of his room to find his dad.
"Um, dad?" Charlie said, the word dad tasting sour on his tongue but he didn't know what else to call him. At least nothing that wouldn't result in being beheaded.
George Conway turned towards his son. "Yes Charlie?"
"Are we...leaving now?" he asked, trying to keep his anger in check.
"Tomorrow morning." He replied, turning back to packing the last of his stuff. Apparently he had really thought this through. He must have really been counting on custody of Charlie.
"Then can I say goodbye to my friends before you CRUELLY RIP me away from my life?" he said, giving into spite bubbling up from inside him.
"Sure. But be back by seven." He said, never looking up from what he was doing.
Charlie looked at the clock.
6:30.
Figures.
Wasting no time, Charlie slipped on his blades and was about to take off when...
"Charlie, take off those blades when you're in the house!" Mr. Conway yelled.
Charlie just rolled his eyes and stepped out of the house. But instead of yelling something back, Charlie just kept going. He didn't have time to argue with his dad. If he started an argument, he could be there for a while. DEFINITELY past seven.
He skated as fast as his legs would take him to the Eden Hall dorms, hoping for his sake they would be there.
He took off his blades and put on sneakers that he had carried with him. He knew better than to roller blade UP the stairs. He still didn't understand the concept of not roller blading DOWN the stairs though.
But he was going up so that didn't even matter.
He ran down the hall as fast as he could and slammed into the door, unable to stop his momentum.
He fell to the ground and nearly knocked some other random person in the hall down.
As he was rubbing his head, Guy opened the door, wondering what the noise had been. He looked down to see Charlie on the floor, nursing his wounded head with a massage and muttered complaints.
Adam peeked over Guy's shoulder.
"Dude, where's the fire?" Guy asked.
"Sorry, I was running and I couldn't stop..." he said, standing back up.
"I think you've been spending to much time with Luis." Averman pointed out as he peeked out from behind Adam.
Charlie heard an "I resent that curly boy!" from inside the room.
"Everyone here?" Charlie asked as he walked into the room.
"Aren't they always?" Adam asked with a subtle complaint. He needed privacy every now and then. But it wasn't too bad.
Charlie laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I nearly subconsciously ran here rather than anywhere else."
Adam was busy asking people why they never went to anyone else's dorm room but everyone just laughed.
Charlie just took a deep breath. This room was becoming infamous for tragedy. It had survived all his troubles for the past month. Too bad he would probably never see it again...
"Hey Charlie, did you escape prison?" Bombay asked. He was hanging out with the Ducks as well. So many people, such a small room. He would really miss it.
"You could say that Coach." Charlie said as he sat down on the bed solemnly.
It got quiet.
"I've got bad news guys..." Charlie said, looking up at them.
"That doesn't sound good." Goldburg said.
"Naw duh, that's prolly why they call it baaad news." Dwayne said with his Southern drawl. He didn't mean for it to come out mean, it just did. Dwayne didn't know how to be mean intentionally.
"Hush it cowboy. Let Charlie talk." Russ said, putting his index finger over his mouth to make Dwayne be quiet.
Then is got quiet again. He looked back down at his lap. "My dad's moving me to Montana."
It was silent for another moment before an uproar of protest rose. "WHAT?!"
He just nodded before looking back up at them.
"He, HE CAN'T DO THAT!" Adam yelled. No, this wasn't fair. Charlie was HIS best friend! How could someone just take that away? He couldn't talk to the other Ducks like he could Charlie. With Charlie, he knew he was being listened to. As much as he adored the other Ducks, he was closest to Charlie.
"I know! It's not fair!" Connie said, angry herself that the guy the nerve to take away their Captain as well as their friend.
"I'M SUING!" Julie yelled, standing up in outrage.
"Um, Julie, kiddo you can't sue someone for moving." Bombay said softly to Julie.
That didn't stop her from ranting though. "I DON'T CARE!!!"
"Trust me, if you could, I would be first to it." Charlie said, sighing.
"He's making me go to this stupid Prep school there too. He doesn't understand the only reason I'm in Eden Hall is for you guys. I'm gonna be ALONE in the stupid PREP SCHOOL!" Charlie yelled, slamming his fists on the bed.
"That bites." Averman sad, giving him a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, no joke. It's like rich preppies EVERYWHERE!" Portman said in disgust.
"Um, Portman...we're surrounded by rich preppies here too." Fulton said, laughing nervously.
Adam was insulted. "Hey!"
"Yo, you don't count Cake-Eater. You cool." Russ added in.
"SO! He won't have us Ducks to lean on for mental support. Too much exposure to rich preppies can effect your brain...they'll make you...one of them..." Portman said carrying on his conversation with Fulton, looking around nervously.
"Insert twilight zone music here...doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo-OW!" Averman said, singing the twilight zone music before being whacked on the head by Connie to make him shut up.
"I'm serious! We might lose Conway here!" Portman said, completely serious.
"We're losing him anyway. Now don't scare him and make him think he's gonna turn into a Cake-Eater, no offense Banks." Russ said, turning to Adam for the last part.
"None taken." Adam replied.
"When do you have to leave Charlie?" Gordon Bombay asked, cutting to the point.
This was when Charlie looked back down at is lap. "Tomorrow morning..." he said, his voice mixed with anger and depression.
"Tomorrow MORNING?!" everyone shouted in unison.
"What about the game, man?" Luis asked, remembering tomorrow night's hockey game with the Cardinals.
"I'll be on the road to Montana...oh joy..." Charlie said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Coach Orion's gonna be MAD!" Guy said, frowning that Charlie had to leave. He could only imagine how traumatized Charlie was. First his abusive father stalks him, then his mom dies and he gets stuck with his abusive father who then moves him to Montana. Not fun.
"I'll talk to him about it." Bombay said as he stood up to do so.
"Thanks Coach." Charlie said as he gave Bombay a hug.
"What's with all the sentimental stuff?" Bombay joked.
"Just the fact I may never see you guys again and yet my dad expects me back by seven." Charlie replied.
"What? SEVEN?!" Adam exclaimed.
"Yeah. He's a real jerk. But I better go before HIS MAJESTY gets mad. Bye guys." Charlie said, putting sarcastic emphasis on "his majesty".
They had a group hug before Charlie went ahead and left.
Once he was gone, Bombay turned to the others and nodded. They had to do something for him. And they knew exactly what it would be...
Okay, I'm sorry this took so long...I discovered the greatness that is Dawson's Creek and have read nearly every single Pacey/Joey fic in existence. It's true...I love'm! I've become a hardcore PJ shipper. And I've only seen 9 1/2 episodes...my mom made me go with her to drop of my cousin halfway through one of them...I cried...a lot...anyway, that's why this is so late. I've been caught up reading all the Dawson's Creek fics...it has its grasp on my life and doesn't appear to want to let me go just yet...it's even convinced me to buy the entire First Season on DVD...now if only I could convince my parents...wait! Alas! They said it was okay! But I won't get it till August 18...*cries* that's the first day of school! WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Liz- Okay, thanks! ^_^
Joshrox116- Yes, dumb judge...you'll just have to see...
Nellie- Thank you!
Chelsea- Lol...*reads review and grins* Hey...Hilary, huh? Well that's lovely. Well I don't' want to keep you waiting TOO long. And I'm glad that it's in a GOOD way...^_^
Jinx- Lol...why thank you. I hate George too...and he's like my little sick, demented creation. Lol...
Teenage Slayer With Attitude- Heh...thanks. I'm glad I'm not the only one who didn't know its meaning.
Skeet11- Lol, sorry to keep ya waiting.
Schiz- *laughs hysterically and makes a George-voodoo-doll too*...*stabs it and laughs*...*shifty eyes and goes back to normal, tossing GVDD aside* Yes, everyone's skull does indeed have the density of lead. And thank you, I'm glad you're into it! ^^
Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
-Chapter 10-
Charlie sat in his new room, music blaring on his headphones. His dad wouldn't let him hang out with his friends. He probably figured Charlie wouldn't come back.
Not that he wasn't right in worrying about that in particular, it just didn't make Charlie's life any easier.
Charlie looked up at his bare walls. His dad had told him not to bother unpacking. He didn't know why though. He figured his dad would be just dieing for Charlie to get adjusted the way he acted in the courtroom. Charlie didn't understand why his dad came after all these years anyway.
They had only been there since that afternoon but Charlie was getting restless. He had calmed down quite a bit once he got in his room.
No, it wasn't his room. It was the room he was staying in. It would never be his room.
Charlie let out another depressed sigh. He had gotten over his silence phase but now he was just mad. Why did his mom have to go and die anyway?
He let out an aggravated sigh. He was SO bored. His dad was such a butthead...
Yes, that is something he was sure of.
He hated his dad.
With a passion.
A BURNING passion, at that.
Hated him hated him HATED HIM. Charlie wished for nothing more than for his father to be dead instead of his mother. If only he could arrange that. Too bad he couldn't. It was a nice thought though.
Charlie was really angry at the time so he decided to match his music with his feelings. It helped make him feel better. So instead of trashing his room, he just listened to the song. THEN he would go trash his room. No, again, it wasn't his room. And everything was still in boxes so there was nothing to trash. Not to mention he couldn't leave the house.
Man, life bites for Charlie Conway.
As Charlie was putting Pink's "Family Portrait" in his CD player and starting it, his father barged in.
Charlie turned to glare at his father. "HAVE YOU NO COMMON COURTASY?! Knock first!" he spat out, his words laced with malice.
George just ignored him. "Start loading up." He said with enthusiasm.
Charlie just stared at him like he had grown seven heads. "What are you talking about?" he asked, slipping off his headphones. He figured maybe he had heard wrong. He thought for a second that his dad had said to start loading up his boxes in the car AGAIN! Maybe the loud music WAS bad for his hearing...
"I said to load your stuff back into the car. We're moving back to Montana!" George replied.
"MON-MONTANA?!" Charlie said as he fell out of his chair.
"Montana?!" he screamed again as it sunk into his brain what moving to Montana meant.
It meant no more Ducks.
His dad nodded. "Yes, I used to live there and I have a house there so that's where we're going. I'm sure you'll do fine. I registered you in another Academy just like Eden Hall so you'll feel right at home."
"WH-WHAT?! ANOTHER prep school? ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Charlie yelled again, abruptly standing up.
"I've been told I am. But that won't change it any." George said before turning to leave.
Charlie just stared out in front of him. He could NOT do this to him! He could even let the living with him slip but not moving him to another state! He was HAPPY at Eden Hall. He never thought the day he would catch himself saying that but it would be better than an Eden Hall-like school in ANOTHER STATE! And that was SOLELY because of the Ducks. Now he won't even have the Ducks.
Being in the midst of preppies WITHOUT the Ducks was enough to nauseate the boy. And he thought being in a prep school WITH the Ducks was bad...
He kicked the wall as hard as he could and left a hole the size of his foot in the wall. His mind was numbed with frustration and anger at the way things were working out so he didn't even give it a second glance. He figured he would regret it when the pain caught up with his foot or his dad found out.
Whichever came first.
Both would be painful.
Charlie just let out a sigh, trying to calm his raging nerves. He knew this wouldn't help him now. It was much easier to yell at his mother than his father. Especially because his father was a man he associated abuse with...
Charlie shook away that thought as he looked at the phone and then out the window. He couldn't help but wonder if he would even get to say goodbye to them.
The teenage boy walked out of his room to find his dad.
"Um, dad?" Charlie said, the word dad tasting sour on his tongue but he didn't know what else to call him. At least nothing that wouldn't result in being beheaded.
George Conway turned towards his son. "Yes Charlie?"
"Are we...leaving now?" he asked, trying to keep his anger in check.
"Tomorrow morning." He replied, turning back to packing the last of his stuff. Apparently he had really thought this through. He must have really been counting on custody of Charlie.
"Then can I say goodbye to my friends before you CRUELLY RIP me away from my life?" he said, giving into spite bubbling up from inside him.
"Sure. But be back by seven." He said, never looking up from what he was doing.
Charlie looked at the clock.
6:30.
Figures.
Wasting no time, Charlie slipped on his blades and was about to take off when...
"Charlie, take off those blades when you're in the house!" Mr. Conway yelled.
Charlie just rolled his eyes and stepped out of the house. But instead of yelling something back, Charlie just kept going. He didn't have time to argue with his dad. If he started an argument, he could be there for a while. DEFINITELY past seven.
He skated as fast as his legs would take him to the Eden Hall dorms, hoping for his sake they would be there.
He took off his blades and put on sneakers that he had carried with him. He knew better than to roller blade UP the stairs. He still didn't understand the concept of not roller blading DOWN the stairs though.
But he was going up so that didn't even matter.
He ran down the hall as fast as he could and slammed into the door, unable to stop his momentum.
He fell to the ground and nearly knocked some other random person in the hall down.
As he was rubbing his head, Guy opened the door, wondering what the noise had been. He looked down to see Charlie on the floor, nursing his wounded head with a massage and muttered complaints.
Adam peeked over Guy's shoulder.
"Dude, where's the fire?" Guy asked.
"Sorry, I was running and I couldn't stop..." he said, standing back up.
"I think you've been spending to much time with Luis." Averman pointed out as he peeked out from behind Adam.
Charlie heard an "I resent that curly boy!" from inside the room.
"Everyone here?" Charlie asked as he walked into the room.
"Aren't they always?" Adam asked with a subtle complaint. He needed privacy every now and then. But it wasn't too bad.
Charlie laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I nearly subconsciously ran here rather than anywhere else."
Adam was busy asking people why they never went to anyone else's dorm room but everyone just laughed.
Charlie just took a deep breath. This room was becoming infamous for tragedy. It had survived all his troubles for the past month. Too bad he would probably never see it again...
"Hey Charlie, did you escape prison?" Bombay asked. He was hanging out with the Ducks as well. So many people, such a small room. He would really miss it.
"You could say that Coach." Charlie said as he sat down on the bed solemnly.
It got quiet.
"I've got bad news guys..." Charlie said, looking up at them.
"That doesn't sound good." Goldburg said.
"Naw duh, that's prolly why they call it baaad news." Dwayne said with his Southern drawl. He didn't mean for it to come out mean, it just did. Dwayne didn't know how to be mean intentionally.
"Hush it cowboy. Let Charlie talk." Russ said, putting his index finger over his mouth to make Dwayne be quiet.
Then is got quiet again. He looked back down at his lap. "My dad's moving me to Montana."
It was silent for another moment before an uproar of protest rose. "WHAT?!"
He just nodded before looking back up at them.
"He, HE CAN'T DO THAT!" Adam yelled. No, this wasn't fair. Charlie was HIS best friend! How could someone just take that away? He couldn't talk to the other Ducks like he could Charlie. With Charlie, he knew he was being listened to. As much as he adored the other Ducks, he was closest to Charlie.
"I know! It's not fair!" Connie said, angry herself that the guy the nerve to take away their Captain as well as their friend.
"I'M SUING!" Julie yelled, standing up in outrage.
"Um, Julie, kiddo you can't sue someone for moving." Bombay said softly to Julie.
That didn't stop her from ranting though. "I DON'T CARE!!!"
"Trust me, if you could, I would be first to it." Charlie said, sighing.
"He's making me go to this stupid Prep school there too. He doesn't understand the only reason I'm in Eden Hall is for you guys. I'm gonna be ALONE in the stupid PREP SCHOOL!" Charlie yelled, slamming his fists on the bed.
"That bites." Averman sad, giving him a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, no joke. It's like rich preppies EVERYWHERE!" Portman said in disgust.
"Um, Portman...we're surrounded by rich preppies here too." Fulton said, laughing nervously.
Adam was insulted. "Hey!"
"Yo, you don't count Cake-Eater. You cool." Russ added in.
"SO! He won't have us Ducks to lean on for mental support. Too much exposure to rich preppies can effect your brain...they'll make you...one of them..." Portman said carrying on his conversation with Fulton, looking around nervously.
"Insert twilight zone music here...doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo-OW!" Averman said, singing the twilight zone music before being whacked on the head by Connie to make him shut up.
"I'm serious! We might lose Conway here!" Portman said, completely serious.
"We're losing him anyway. Now don't scare him and make him think he's gonna turn into a Cake-Eater, no offense Banks." Russ said, turning to Adam for the last part.
"None taken." Adam replied.
"When do you have to leave Charlie?" Gordon Bombay asked, cutting to the point.
This was when Charlie looked back down at is lap. "Tomorrow morning..." he said, his voice mixed with anger and depression.
"Tomorrow MORNING?!" everyone shouted in unison.
"What about the game, man?" Luis asked, remembering tomorrow night's hockey game with the Cardinals.
"I'll be on the road to Montana...oh joy..." Charlie said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Coach Orion's gonna be MAD!" Guy said, frowning that Charlie had to leave. He could only imagine how traumatized Charlie was. First his abusive father stalks him, then his mom dies and he gets stuck with his abusive father who then moves him to Montana. Not fun.
"I'll talk to him about it." Bombay said as he stood up to do so.
"Thanks Coach." Charlie said as he gave Bombay a hug.
"What's with all the sentimental stuff?" Bombay joked.
"Just the fact I may never see you guys again and yet my dad expects me back by seven." Charlie replied.
"What? SEVEN?!" Adam exclaimed.
"Yeah. He's a real jerk. But I better go before HIS MAJESTY gets mad. Bye guys." Charlie said, putting sarcastic emphasis on "his majesty".
They had a group hug before Charlie went ahead and left.
Once he was gone, Bombay turned to the others and nodded. They had to do something for him. And they knew exactly what it would be...
