OMG...PEOPLE I'M SOOOOOO SORRY! Truth be told, I feel really bad about my lack of updating. And while I'm on this whole truthful rampage, this has been written for awhile. Since my school work overload, I haven't really taken the time to actually POST it. I hope I haven't lost any readers...o.O I'll try to keep it comin' quicker, but teachers in my new school have ZERO sympathy for my poor Freshman soul...

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Disclaimer- ...nope, I don't own the Mighty Ducks.

-Chapter 12-

The group of teenage hockey players met up at Charlie's 'new-almost-old' house. His dad was driving them there. Charlie had given Bombay directions to meet them to leave. They would need him as a driver because there was NO way 13 teenagers would fit in one single car. Not that they would fit into two cars either...they would just have to squish together really tight...

George Conway stood at the door with a sour face. He was upset that his son had to bring all his smelly, loud, annoying little hockey friends along but he told himself that it would only be for the short ceremony. Then they would be on the road.

After waiting a few minutes, Gordon Bombay and Ted Orion drove up in their own respective cars. George looked confused. He thought only that annoying short guy that he fought with in the courthouse was coming. Now there was ANOTHER guy too. His son sure had a bunch of people around. How inconvenient...this would be a LONG funeral...

George stepped into his car without a word, glared at Charlie with a look that said 'you're riding with me', and closed the door behind him.

Charlie rolled his eyes before turning to his friends. "Anyone care to join me in the crazy car?"

They all exchanged looks.

Julie, Adam and Fulton decided to ride with him. Julie because she was worried about him, Adam because it was his best friend, and Fulton for protection. Just in case his dad tried anything...

Kenny, Portman, Russ, Dwayne, and Averman squeezed into Orion's car. Portman rode shotgun while Ken, Russ, Dwayne, and Averman all squished themselves into a three-seat space.

Goldburg rode shotgun in Bombay's car with Guy, Connie, and Luis in back. They were far more comfortable than those stuck in Orion's car...

Soon enough the three cars took off for the park where the funeral was to be held. Charlie was silent the whole way, remembering not too long ago when he had been doing a similar thing for their friend, Hans. Only then, of course, it hadn't been his mother's funeral and he wasn't stuck in such close quarters to his father.

It took about fifteen minutes to get there. No one said a single word...especially those in Charlie's car. His dad scared them a little.

They all piled out of the cars. Charlie then looked at himself and frowned. He wasn't exactly in funeral clothes. He was in jeans and a shirt. He felt so bad that he didn't get the chance to dress up for respect.

It didn't take the others long to realize it in themselves as well. But despite their attire, they walked over to where the casket was. It appeared Mr. Conway had called ahead and had it put there before they arrived.

Figured he would do something like that. Eager to get it over with.

The priest began reading stuff off and the funeral overall took about 10-15 minutes total. They didn't even see her get buried. As soon as the ceremony was off, George got Charlie, dragged him to the car and started to turn on the car. Charlie barely got out a goodbye before they were on their way back to pack things into the moving van. Charlie hadn't gotten to say a word to ANYONE! Not even Bombay! At least everyone had forgotten about that stupid bruise...

"Hello? DAD?! I didn't even get to say bye to them! And how are they supposed to get home? We were Adam, Julie, and Fulton's RIDE!" Charlie said in horror as he watched the silhouettes of his friends fade into the horizon.

"I'm sure they'll find a way. They have those other two men to drive them." George replied evenly.

Charlie gaped. "How are they supposed to fit TWELVE people in TWO small cars?! Fourteen including the drivers!"

"I'm sure they're intelligent young people, they'll figure it out." He replied, his eyes never straying from the road and his voice never wavering.

Charlie couldn't believe the nerve of this guy! Now Julie, Adam, and Fulton would have to somehow fit into the two already crowded cars.

"You're such a jerk, you know that?" Charlie said, glaring and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I do now." George replied as he continued driving.

"Do you know how much I hate you?" Charlie asked.

"No, enlighten me." The elder Conway said as he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Charlie was boiling. He couldn't believe this...his father was MOCKING him!

But he couldn't think of a response that could ever get the point across to his father the amount of malice he harbored towards him. It just didn't exist in simple human terms.

"No, you don't even DESERVE to know how much I hate you! You aren't WORTHY! Even if I were to TELL you, you wouldn't understand because the definition of how much I hate you is INCOMPREHENSIBLE!" Charlie spat out.

George just nodded, his eyebrow raised in amusement. "You've really given this a lot of thought, haven't you son?"

This only made Charlie even madder. "You think this is FUNNY?! Do you ENJOY mocking me? Do you find PLEASURE in ruining my life? Because you're doing a freakin' good job at it!"

"You're getting so worked up over this Charlie. It isn't that big of a deal." George said as he stopped for a red light.

"Yes it is! You're moving me from the only home I've ever known! I don't want to live in Montana!" Charlie protested.

"I know you don't now, but I'm sure you'll get used to it." Mr. Conway said, wondering how long he could exchange conversation with his son before the boy ripped out his shoelaces and tried to strangle him on the spot.

Charlie just rolled his eyes and muttered something that sort of sounded like "yeah, whatever".

The rest of the drive was in silence. Charlie figured if this was any preview of what it would be like on their trip to Montana, he would save himself the pain and agony he would have to endure and stab himself right on the spot.

By the time they arrived back, the U-Haul had most of their boxes packed into the large U-Haul van.

"You must really wanna get there. It's only ten and we're already packed, even with the funeral." Charlie said with spite.

His father didn't answer; he only walked over to speak with the U-Haul guy about their stuff.

Charlie just sighed and looked at the large van. It held all of his stuff. All his father's stuff. All his mother's stuff.

This was not going to be fun at all...

"Get in the car, Charlie, we're heading to Montana!" his father said enthusiastically

Letting out another groan and giving the area one last look, he stepped back into the car. It seemed like there was nothing he could do. He was going to Montana whether he liked it or not.

----A Few Days Later----

Charlie's head was banging up against the cold window. He was snoring softly and his mouth was slightly open. He was curled up into a little ball in the front seat, clutching a pillow in his arms.

The car stopped abruptly but not even that woke the boy from his slumber.

"Charlie? Charlie, we're here." His father said, shaking him.

The fourteen-year-old muttered something incoherent under his breath and buried his head in the pillow.

"Charlie, I said we're here. You can get out of the car." he tried again.

Again, the same response.

"Charlie! Wake up!" George said, shaking Charlie again.

"Leave me alone!" Charlie eventually said before covering his head with his arms.

"We're at the house. You can go back to sleep once we get inside if you'd like." George said, knowing there was no hope of him carrying the boy inside. Charlie was nearly his size and still growing. Charlie had definitely inherited his father's height.

Charlie groaned again but opened a single eye. He muttered something George couldn't understand. But when Charlie got up and started walking to the house in a daze, he decided it didn't matter that much anyway.

The house was huge; it was definitely in the rich part of town. But Charlie was far too tired to think of that fact at that given moment. The only thing that was on his mind was sleep. It was 3:00 in the morning. What decent human being woke his son up at three in the morning?

Charlie swung open the door and fell asleep on the rug in the doorway. He then decided, after nearly being stepped on by his father, that the couch would probably be the smarter choice. The house was already furnished so if Charlie's mind had not been clouded with sleepiness, he probably would've noticed it sooner.

"Charlie?" his father said as he leaned over the boy's sleeping form. He had nearly stepped on him on the way in. Luckily the kid was smart enough to move to the couch after that. But now he had the feeling the couch would be occupied for quite some time.

George then decided sleep didn't sound like such a bad idea after all. He had been going on coffee and the "magic blue stuff" as he called it. (Ha, Liz...you know what I'm talking about, don't you? Cam and Deanna LIVE on the magic blue stuff a.k.a. Bawls...heh...oh, sorry...back to the fic...)

He decided he would lie down, even if only for a few minutes. Yes, only few minutes...he would get right back up...

~~~*~~~

Charlie stirred in his sleep. The light was pouring in from an open window. He reluctantly opened his eyes and blinked, trying to get adjusted to the sudden light.

"Where am I?" he muttered, completely disoriented. He didn't recognize anything.

Then he remembered the move. How that could have slipped his mind, he didn't know.

"I see you're awake." George Conway said as he walked over to the teen.

Charlie muttered something under his breath and turned to glare at his father. He didn't want to deal with him this early in the morning.

"It's too early, go away..." Charlie mumbled, hoping he could somehow get back to sleep.

"Early? Son, it's noon..." George said with a smirk.

Charlie turned a half opened eye to his father. His father was pointing to something at the far wall so Charlie followed the invisible line with his eyes. There was a clock. And he hated to say it, but his dad was right. It was noon.

The teen groaned. He didn't want to get up. At least he got the day off and tomorrow was a Saturday so he wouldn't have to go to prepsville until Monday.

With that, George Conway walked off to do whatever crazy, murdering, stalker fathers do in their spare time while Charlie took in his surroundings.

Expensive, Cake-Eater stuff EVERYWHERE!!

Charlie let out an agonized, head-splitting scream.

George Conway and several maids rushed in like Armageddon was coming.

"Charlie, Charlie! What's wrong? What happened?" his dad asked frantically as his son sat their, petrified.

"Master Charlie, what is the matter?" a maid with a thick British accent asked.

His father was apparently rich enough to have maids...MAIDS!

Charlie turned his horrified face towards them. Then he says in a soft voice, "I don't wanna be a Cake-Eater..."

Every one of their faces went blank.

"A what?" his father questioned, confusion clearly written on his face.

Charlie just shook his head and turned back to the wall with horror. The last time he had seen so many expensive things in one place was when he visited Adam's house one time. He nearly broke something important and decided he didn't like extreme wealth. He didn't like being poor either, he just would prefer middle class. That way they had it easy enough so he didn't have to get a job at fourteen but not so rich that he was terrified to TOUCH anything...just WHAT does his dad DO?!

The maids exchanged looks that said, 'weird kid...' and went on with what they had been doing: cooking lunch and cleaning.

George Conway raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong Charlie, you looked somewhat startled."

"Wh-wh...huuuh..." he started, not really knowing what to say. He was still in shock that he was gonna LIVE in the midst of Cake-Eaters...they'll be...everywhere...

*HE* was gonna be a Cake-Eater! NOOO!!!

"NOOO!!!" he said, this time out loud.

Mr. Conway furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong with you Charlie? Something wrong?"

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A CAKE-EATER!!!" he yelled for the second time.

"Yes, I heard you but what are you talking about?" George asked, not having the slightest clue WHAT a "Cake-Eater" was, except someone who eats cake...which didn't seem to bad to him...

Charlie took a second to calm himself and regain composure. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna go reek havoc- I mean...find and unpack my room..." Charlie said, sneaking out of the room.

George just raised his eyebrows and sighed. Teenagers and their strange tendencies these days...

Charlie bolted up the winding stairs before pausing to look around. This place was huge...where WAS his room anyway?!