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Authors Note: The words is italics are their thoughts. Words in normal text are movie quotes either from D2 or D3.

Catlady and Cake-Eater

"You're so lucky!" Connie Moreau's best friend and roommate Julie "The Cat" Gaffney exclaimed. The two sophomores were sitting on Connie's bed, in their dormroom at Eden Hall Academy in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Guy Germaine had sent Connie a bouquet of a half-dozen roses to their room, for their five-year anniversary. "I wish I had someone like Guy."

"Well, too bad. He's mine." She teased as she stuck her tongue out.

It was a well-known fact between the Junior Varsity hockey team, The Eden Hall Mighty Ducks that Guy and Connie had been an item for a while. Actually ever since she and Guy had been a part of District 5 (D-5) in Minneapolis. The two of them had been best friends since grade school, along with their captain, Charlie Conway, goalie Greg Goldberg, defenseman Lester Averman, winger Fulton Reed, and co-captain Adam Banks.

The two of them had met when they were selected to represent the USA in the Jr. Goodwill Games in Los Angeles, California two years ago. Alongside, from being the only girls on the team, they both earned special treatment from their hockey coach, Coach Orion- much to the dismay of the male members of the team.

Julie in turn, hit Connie with her pillow. "You know I would never try to take my best friend's man." Julie advised. "Besides, he isn't my type."

"And who is your type?" Connie pitched as she stared, dreamily at her flowers.

"I don't know," she replied. Though, deep down in her gut she knew her type was a certain six-foot tall, dark blond-haired co-captain.

"What about a certain Varsity goalie?" Connie suggested in a sing-song voice.

"Scooter?" Julie questioned. "Great goalie, nice, easy to talk to, but...."

"But.." Connie prompted.

"He doesn't make my stomach feel all fluttery or make my knees go weak," Julie confessed as she thought back to the time, he kissed her last year, when the Ducks won against the Warriors.

"Great game, Gaffney," Scooter said as he came up to her and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks Scooter," she replied before she hurried back to celebrate with her teammates.

The kiss was not a swoon-worthy moment. She hated to say this, but it was like kissing your brother.

"Portman had a 'thing' for you during the Goodwill Games," Connie added.

"I figured as much." She gave a half smile.

"Here you go, Sweetie," Dean said as he tossed her his stick, back on the first day that the Ducks met their new members. Or the time that they were all doing conditioning on the field. "Come on guys, it's not like we couldn't use the conditioning," she told the team.

"Speak for yourself, Babe." Portman answered as he skimmed her body apprecitiatively.

"Her name is Julie, not 'Babe'." Adam spoke up, defending her.

"Don't tell me how to talk, Rich Boy!" Dean fired back as he rushed towards Banks.

She suddenly cleared her throat. "Hey, I've been wondering, how did Adam get the nickname 'Cake-Eater'?"

"When Adam came to join us, he wasn't welcomed with open arms. You see there was a big rivalry between the Hawks -the team that Adam used to be on- and D-5, before we were known as Ducks. Adam was suppose to be on our team because he lived in our district area and not the Hawks. Adam wasn't popular with us and Jesse didn't like Adam because of his wealthy background. It wasn't until Charlie made everyone get to know Adam and see how cool of a guy he really was. Cake-Eater is a rich-kid term that Jesse gave him. Now we all call him that affectionately." Connie explained. Whoa, Adam? How did he suddenly come into the picture. She looked Julie straight in the eye. Julie started to flush. Banksie and Jules. A grin spread from ear to ear. They're too perfect for each other. Catlady and Cake-Eater.

"Banks is really great. A bit shy, though." Connie added.

"He is cute." Julie confessed.

Aha! Moment of truth, she does likes Banks!

"Otherwise from you or me, Banks doesn't always know how to talk to girls." Connie told. "There's no doubt that girls' totally check him out, but he's no Luis. He doesn't know how to spout flashy lines or flirt outrageously with them."

"He doesn't need to. He can just breathe, and they'll flock to him." Julie sighed. Reminissing just the other day, that a small cluster of girls surrounded his locker, to congratulate the star player.

"You've liked Banks this whole time?" Connie realized as she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. Why hadn't she noticed? That's easy Connie, you've been making goo-goo eyes with Guy that whole time!

"I don't think Adam's even interested in me. We're friends, teammates. I think he likes someone else." Julie admitted, disappointed.

"I doubt that," Connie frowned. "Adam's too involved with his studies and hockey to like anyone else. Take it from me, Adam would have to be nuts not to like you. You have all the elements he's looking for. You're smart, you're pretty and you're an awesome goalie. Plus, you don't take crap from those Iceland and Varsity jerks. What's there not to like?"

"Maybe, he doesn't want that type of combo? What if he likes a regular girl who isn't the least bit interested in hockey?" She suggested.

"I doubt that- again. Jules, guys like girls who have something in common with them. It's a key point in a relationship." Connie advised. "Successful couples have something in common with each other. They want to be able to spend time with one another."

"Like you and Guy?"

"Exactly like us."

She murmured. "Adam and I have few classes together."

"I meant something else besides from school." Connie rolled her eyes. "Tell you what, the next time you guys have a project, ask Adam to be your partner."

"He and Charlie are inseparable. I usually get paired up with Portman and you know how attentive he is, in class." she explained.

"So, talk to Charlie before practice and ask him if he can go with Portman because you can't seem to get anywhere with expanding his education." Connie said. "Besides I think he'll understand, if you told him you liked Adam."

"Are you kidding me, Connie?" Julie insisted. "I would die of embarrassment if anyone besides from you knew about my crush on Banks."

"This is Charlie Conway, we're talking about. The man is a living patron saint. Charlie isn't the type of guy who usually betrays someone's trust. He's fully reliable." she claimed.

Now it was time for Julie to roll her eyes. "Like the time he and Fulton left the team in order to boycott Coach Orion? Oh yeah. He was so reliable."

"Shut up. You know what I mean," Connie laughed as she gave a playful shove. "Speaking of classes, don't you have biology next with Adam?" Connie smirked and batted her eye-lashes.

"And don't you know when to butt out?" Julie wondered, in mock disgust.

"Looks like the claws are coming out," Connie said.

Julie sent her a death-glare.

Connie raised her hands up in protest. "Just listen to this at least: Catlady and Cake-Eater. You two already sound good together. Might as well, start looking good together."