Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, clothing labels, brand names, songs, bands, restaurants etc. I do own Carmelina Masters and any other characters that were not in the original movies. I also own (if there is even going to be any) clothing labels, brand names, songs, bands, and restaurants etc. that you do not exist in real life.
Title: Fulton's Girl
Starring: Fulton Reed and Carmelina Masters
Setting: Takes place in October 2003, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Ducks are in grade ten.
Rating: PG (to begin with)
Genre: General (because I don't really know how to label it)
Summary: [Warning: 1 main character is an OC but she isn't a Mary Sue or joining the Ducks] He had never met anyone like her before, she was new and intriguing. But will having her in his life help either of them?
Author's Note: First of all this is a work in progress so it may take a while for me to update. I wrote this because I thought that Fulton deserved a story. I was always particularly found of this Bash Brother and, well, I had this OC brewing in my mind for a while and thought that they were a good match. I know that this is another love story with an OC but I like working with OCs and the Mighty Duck characters. [For those of you who read 'All is fair in love and war' Carmelina...isn't like Paige at least I don't think she is. Oh and for my idea of a sequel I started it but I'm still not sure about it]
Furthermore I didn't think that you readers would mind a story based on Fulton and an OC because there are so many Adam/OC stories floating around I assumed you were cool with it.
I appreciate constructive criticism but I don't want any flames (no need to batter my already fragile ego).
Now that's all said and done. Hold onto your hats...it's going to be a bumpy ride...
Fulton Reed ran down the hallway, his feet banging rhythmically against the sleek Eden Hall floors. He weaved in between the chattering students trying to force his way to his second period class which was on the other side of the building, three floors up. He broke free of the noisy clump of teenagers and his thudding feet quickened. He turned a corner running into someone sending them to the floor with a thump. Both of their books went flying into the air and came crashing down around them, as the small framed teenager scrambled to her feet. Fulton began muttering his apologizes kneeling down beside the mousy brown haired girl and gathered up the fallen objects, swiftly trying to sort them. He passed a textbook to the girl looking down at her into her cinnamon coloured eyes that were partially covered by her soft wavy bangs. He grunted an apology one more time before he continued on his course.
He started to perspire slightly as he gathered his speed. He couldn't be late for this class again; if he was he would be in detention for sure. He wiped his forehead with his leather jacket sleeve as he started to climb the stairs. Once he was at his right floor he went bombarding down the hall as the bell ring shrilly. He halted causing his combat boots to squeak, when he reached his already full class. The tiny gray haired teacher turned from the black board and stared at Fulton as he shuffled his way to the back of the class and plopped into his chair.
"Late again Mr. Reed?" the teachers scratchy voice rang out.
"Yes Mr. Woodworth" the large hockey player responded, he straightened in his seat as he began to explain "I tried to be here on time but"
"No excuses Mr. Reed" the old man interrupted shaking his wrinkled little finger "just detention after school. And try not to be late" he added with a little grin his glasses flashing.
"Yes Sir" he sighed, slouching in his seat and began to put all of his efforts to paying attention to the lesson.
The sun was hiding behind dark clouds when Fulton exited onto the quad. He zipped up his leather jacket as he scanned the area around him, it was scattered with neatly trimmed trees, a couple statues of the founders of Eden Hall, and students of all grades. He saw a few of his fellow teammates sitting around a picnic table and made his way towards them, stepping off the flagstone pathway and walking along the freshly cut grass. As he treaded along the moist ground the sound of his laughing friends filled his ears.
He slumped onto the bench flinging his bag onto the top of the table. He chose to sit at the end, giving him some space between the other hockey players. He was determined to work on his homework, he had to get a B average or else he'll be 'riding the pine pony'. He let the air out of his lungs and took in more deeply, preparing himself to concentrate. He pulled out his binder that was covered in stickers of different teams and bands as well as a textbook out of his bag that he left on the table dismissively.
"Here we go again," he uttered under his breath, bring a pencil out of his pocket, he began to work on a math equation that he claimed was impossible.
He was half way to giving up when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He dropped his pencil happy for any sort of distraction and turned to see who wanted to speak with him.
"Dude why are you drawing pictures of me?" Averman asked shaking his head, causing his fiery red hair to bounce. He shoved a book at Fulton revealing a sketch of Averman. Fulton frowned taking a closer look at the drawing it was fantastic, it captured Averman perfectly. The sketch showed Averman smiling that smile that he always wore whenever he made a joke and actually got a laugh.
"I didn't do it. Where did you find it?" he asked flipping the page seeing a painting of a girl, there were shadowy demon looking things pulling her under dark water. Her pale hands were seen above the surface reaching for a stray branch.
"It was in your bag" he tried to look over Fulton's shoulder but he quickly closed the book.
"My bag?"
"Is there an eco?"
Fulton ignored Averman's comment and tried to think how this sketchbook could end up in his possession. Then he remembered he ran into that girl. It must be hers.
"Hello is anybody in there?" Averman asked knocking his knuckles against Fulton's bandanna. He swatted the hand away and gathered up his stuff shoving it into his bag, lastly he picked up the sketchbook and stood up. He inspected the quad for the girl from his spot by the table. Luckily he saw her sitting under a tree not too far away. As he headed toward her he heard Averman whine "Doesn't anyone listen anymore?"
Her shoulder length hair mostly hid her face but he knew it was her anyway. She sat under the tree holding herself in her crossed arms, swaying slightly mumbling the words she was reading from the text.
He walked slowly up to her, she darted her eyes up to him then back to her textbook that was on her lap.
He cleared his throat "Um hi"
She stopped swaying, uncrossed her arms and responded "Good afternoon" she said it just loud enough for him to hear. She waited for him to say something nervously tugging at her sleeves pulling them farther past her hands.
"Is this yours?" he asked crouching down so he could see her better while showing her the book.
Her eyes widened filling with shock and a hint of fear as she stared at the book. "Yes" she whispered but didn't dare to try and take it from his grasp.
"Oh good." He said slightly confused at why she was taking her book back "Sorry but my friend and I looked at a couple of your drawings before we knew it was yours" he gave up on trying to hand it to her and put it on the grass beside her then stood up. She quickly snatched it and put it protectively into her backpack.
"Why are you sorry?" she inquired after she closed the clasp on her bag. She flicked her gaze up at him and then back down and started to play with a thread coming from a seam on her shirt.
"Aren't artist stuff all private?"
"Yes" she paused and finally locked eyes with him "Thank you for not looking further" she finished quietly, she then got up using the tree for support and scurried away from the enforcer.
"You're welcome" he called after her. He shrugged away her nervous behavior, turned and went back to the noisy picnic table where his friends were joking and discussing hockey.
End of Chapter
A/N: Do you think that I should continue? (To tell you the truth I probably will anyway)
