Disclaimer: Shockingly I do not own them, bet you didn't guess that! Oh you did. Anyway, this is yet another one of my feel sorry for Guy fics. Enjoy!
Warning: Child Abuse and fowl language in later chapters.
The Only Fun I Can Find
Chapter One,
10-year-old Guy laughed quietly from where he sat watching the other kids attempt to play hockey on the iced pond, only to fall over. He would have loved to join in but he didn't know any of them, not even from school as he kept himself isolated. He coughed into his gloved hand.
"Do you want to join in?" Guy jumped, not having realised one of the players, the only girl, had come over to the bench. He shook his head quickly and looked at his old trainers that let the snow in and made his toes wet.
"I'm just watching…" he mumbled.
"Yeah but you can join in if you want, our teams one short," the girl smiled kindly. She was pretty, with long brown hair in a plait and warm clothes on that were still sensible for skating in.
"I can't skate," Guy mumbled. 'And Mark won't be happy if I have fun.'
"Neither can we, well I can but Charlie can't, or Goldberg, or Peter, or Jesse, or Karp…" she laughed. "I'm Connie by the way." She stuck out her hand but Guy just flinched away. "What's your name?"
"Guy."
"Are you sure you don't want to be on our team Guy?" Connie asked. The rest of the team had noticed her talking to him and were watching.
"I don't have any ice skates," Guy mumbled.
"Charlie has a spare pair you can probably borrow. Hey Charlie?" Connie called and one of the boys wobbled over.
"Yeah?" he asked, smiling at Guy.
"This is Guy, I've asked him to join our team to make it full. He needs to borrow some skates for now," Connie said happily.
"Cool, they might be a bit small because they're my old skates," Charlie said, going to one of the bags in a pile and pulling out some worn skates.
"Thank you," Guy mumbled. If anyone who knew him saw…he didn't want to think of the punishment he'd get. "I might no be able to do this often though," he told to two as he put the skates on.
"Why not?" Charlie asked.
"My step-dad hates hockey and he'll be really angry if I start playing it properly," Guy said sadly lacing up the skates.
"What does that matter?" Charlie asked. "It's only for fun."
"He doesn't like me having fun." Guy's answer was short.
"O-k, well let's just go out onto the ice and muck around," Charlie suggested. The skates were too small but Guy ignored that and just for once in his life had fun with kids his own age. But it was too good to laugh as when he fell over Charlie and landed on the ice laughing his head off a shout came from the side of the pond,
"Get your little ass over here this minute Guy Germaine before I come out their and knock the stuffing's out of you!" Guy froze.
"Who's that?" Connie asked as all the kids looked at the angry man afraid.
"My step-dad," Guy mumbled before getting up and going slowly over to the man who nobody liked already. They couldn't hear what the man hissed at Guy or Guy's quiet answer but they all saw what happened next. The man swung his fist up and hit Guy in the eye, sending him to the ground.
"No step-son of my is playing bloody hockey!" he snarled loudly, grabbing the back of Guy's shirt he hauled him up and dragged him away. Guy was still wearing the skates and his shoes were forgotten by the bench.
Despite his step dad's warning Guy returned the next day after school (which he hadn't gone to on account of the bruises covering his face) and found them there again. He smiled at them as they came over.
"Are you alright? We were worried about you!" Connie said quickly, touching his bruised cheek gently.
"Yeah, um, do you mind if I still play with you?" Guy asked, polite as ever.
"Sure! You can keep the skates, oh and here are your shoes. I took them home and brought them back just in case," Charlie said happily.
"What happened to your face?" Karp asked thickly.
"What do you think Karp?" Peter asked. "His dad hit him."
"Step-dad and I'd rather we didn't talk about it," Guy corrected quickly.
"Sure thing, now lets get playing. My mum's put us through for a peewee coach, maybe we'll actually be able to play properly!" Charlie said excitedly.
"But we aren't any good," Terrie said.
"We'll get better!" It didn't matter to Guy if they got better at skating, it was the most fun thing he'd done in his whole life and it was worth a few bruises to have proper friends.
A/N I hope you enjoyed it and if you didn't tell me why but if you complain about the child abuse I will pre-answer it, did you not read the warning?
