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Italics indicate character thought.
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"No way, man. I'm not going to be the one who tells him." Averman shook his head and rolled his eyes across the room at Jesse. He pointed at the phone he held up to his ear and mouthed the name Adam.
"But Avermaaan, you've known him way longer than I have. What were you guys when you met? Like five?"
"Banks, you're whining, which is bad enough. Plus, be a man, seriously. Charlie isn't going to care that you're captain." With that Averman hung up the phone and ran a hand over his short fro of curly blonde hair. "I think." He looked over at Jesse whose eyes were wide.
"So Coach Neumann made Banksie captain, huh? Works for me." He lay back on the couch in their apartment and yawned. "Is Goldberg just meeting us at practice?"
Averman stretched out on the floor, yawning himself now. "Yeah, he said something about the library or some nonsense like that. Since when did he start studying?" He looked up at his friend. "Hey, so what about that girl Charlie was talking to, huh? Think she's the one that had her bra hanging out?"
"I don't know, man. But if she was, what a great view, huh?"
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"I don't know, Parker." Beau lay on her back on a bench near the student center, taking in the sun and talking to her brother. "Wouldn't it be weird for me to just be like, 'Hey, mind if I skate with you?'"
Parker sighed in frustration on his end. "Beau, when are you going to learn that everything you do is not an imposition for everyone else around you? If there were that many of them skating together, what do they care if one more person joins them? You'll get a better work out if you're trying to keep up with someone else, you know."
She talked with her hands, even though she was on the phone. "Yeah, I know. I'll think about it. So how's school?"
"It's good. Strange not having you here. My history lecture is going to suck." He groaned. "The guy expects us to read, like, 55 pages a night or some insanity like that. Hey, I've been meaning to ask you. What did you do to embarrass yourself on Monday?"
"I did nothing, thank you very much." Beau sucked her teeth, knowing the argument that was brewing. "That twin connection thing is a bunch of crap and you know it. You just like to do it to impress the fellas."
"First of all, sister of mine, I would prefer it if you didn't refer to my boyfriends as 'the fellas' because it sounds, well, uber gay, for lack of a better word." He smiled to himself, hearing his southern accent strengthen as he got annoyed. "Plus, just because you don't know when stuff is going on with me and you've never felt the connection Miss Ice Heart, doesn't mean that I don't." He paused, taking a breath. "So I ask again, what did you do on Monday to embarrass yourself?"
Beau sighed and finally told the story. It took several tries to get it out as Parker kept interrupting her to laugh. At one point there was apparently some milk shooting from his nose.
"A red bra, huh Beau? What would Mom say you little slut?" He laughed again and nearly choked himself.
"Look, I'm not particularly comfortable with you discussing my bra at all, so let's just drop it." She glanced at her watch and sat up. "Besides, I've got to go. Don't want to be late."
"Hey. Good luck tonight. I'm proud of you."
She smiled, dreading saying good-bye. She missed him so much it hurt. "Parker." It was all she could get out, but in it were spoken a thousand words. He knew what she meant.
"I know," he said quietly. "You too."
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Goldberg leaned over to finish lacing his skate and sighed loudly. "I am so not ready for 6 days a week workouts to start again. It seems like last season just ended!" Finishing, he leaned back against the wall and looked around the locker room. He turned to Averman. "So where are the two new guys?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll see them on the ice." Averman slapped Goldberg's thigh through the pads and hopped up. "You'll feel better once you get moving you big falafel, you."
The team trudged towards the tunnel that led up to the rink. As Charlie was getting ready to head out the door Adam dropped a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"
Charlie turned around as he adjusted his shoulder pads. "Sure."
Adam looked at the floor and sighed. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, trying to choose the right words. He looked up at Charlie, then down at his hands. He signed again.
Rolling his eyes, Charlie spoke up. "Adam, Jesus. What is it?"
Best to get it all out as quickly as possible. With that thought Adam spat it all out in a rush. "Coach asked me to be captain, but I told him that was your job, but he insisted, and if you really want it, I don't know, I'd be disappointed, but I would understand and I would step down and you could talk to him, but he really insisted and it was weird and I told him…"
"Banks!" The word came out in a snap and Adam closed his mouth and backed up a step. Charlie had hardly been able to understand a word said it was all so quick. But what he had heard was "captain." Adam was the new team captain. He smiled. "Hey, Adam. Congratulations. That's great."
Adam looked surprised. "You're not mad?"
"Well why would I be mad? Look Banksie, I had like 10 years of being captain between pee-wee and high school. It's someone else's turn to make all the decisions and be the leader." He grinned. "And I'm glad it's you. Seriously."
"Whew." Adam heaved a huge sigh. "Thanks, Charlie." He pointed out the door. "Now get your ass out on the ice and start warming up!"
Charlie hopped to and threw a hand to his forehead in salute. He assumed a high pitch voice. "Oooh. Demanding. I like that. Yes sir, Mr. Captain!"