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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?
Note to Reviewers:
Rubix the cube: I appreciate it if you would warn me if she gets to Mary Sue-ish. Thanks! It's good to know I have your permission. hee hee
spunky-rooney-fan: Yes Fulton is adorable, I'm glad I'm showing you his other sides! Is this soon enough for you? (Seriously is it? giggles )
Amy77: Whoa put the knife away cowers in fear. I'm glad you liked it; hopefully you'll like this chapter too.
Fulton entered his dorm room with a grin. He threw his bag onto his desk and flopped down on his bed looking up at the ceiling that was covered with posters that matched the walls. The curtains were always closed so the room was only filled with artificial light coming from the light on the ceiling or the regulated lamps on the tables. He looked over to Portman's side of the room, it was similar to his; bland sheets, a desk covered with school work, it was a relatively tidy place, but not by choice. Eden Hall had certain policies about how the boarders were supposed to keep their rooms but Portman and him would find loopholes hence all the posters; there were no rules on that yet. Since the space was so small it had taken some getting used to living together. The way they dealt with it was to stick to the rules, which were posted on the back of their door. The piece of paper read in Portman's scrawl: Rules of Bash Brothers Dorm 1) keep clean as possible 2) if rubber band on door knob don't come in 3) when one is trying to sleep the other is quiet or sleeping too 4) no country, pop, opera, or classical music is to be played EVER 5) if you break it you replace it 6) if one breaks any of the rules then they will get bashed without complaint!
And they had stuck to rules so far. He thought it was quite commendable considering the two teenage boys who were following them. Beside the rules was a hockey practice and game calendar, next to that a school calendar.
The door he was looking at opened and his roommate stomped in hurling his bag across the room hitting the window, which was luckily padded by curtains, and fell to the floor.
"What's up?" Fulton asked from his position sprawled out on top of his covers.
"Nothing but I got another fucking detention!" he yelled before kicking his bedpost. "Like they can really tell the difference between walking quickly and running" he scoffed plopping down in his desk chair and putting his feet on top of his homework. He rubbed his face then finished "Now I have two detentions back to back tomorrow" Fulton tried to contain a smirk that was creeping onto his face, because the truth was without detention Portman probably wouldn't get his homework done, but he would never admit to it.
"How about you man? Where have you been lately?"
"Getting tutored I told you this already"
"Right by that Carmelina girl. I never knew you needed that much help with school"
"What do you mean?" he question sitting up to see his friend better, the bed sagged by the sudden change in weight placement.
"You've been spending quite a bit of time with her this last week" he shrugged "so I put two and two together: you need a lot of help with school. That or you like the chick"
Fulton didn't respond, and there was prolonged silence.
"You like her?" Portman asked a serious tone consuming his voice.
Again Fulton didn't answer. Portman took Fulton's silence as a 'yes'.
"I never thought she was your type," he stated contemplating this new information "she so...quite and..." he stopped himself "but if you like her then hey go for it man"
Fulton frowned at his teammate "What were you going to say?"
Portman removed his feet from his work and put them on the floor, turning in his squeaking chair towards his friend in the process. "Me? Say?" he asked trying to make his voice sound naive.
Fulton squinted his eyes slightly, deepening his frown. "Don't play innocent with me dude"
Portman scanned the room looking for an escape "Oh would you look at the time. It's almost time for hockey practice. You know we've got that game this Friday" He jumped up from his chair making it screech and grabbed his hockey bag, stood and asked "Coming?"
Fulton narrowed his gaze further "Man don't hold back on me"
He rolled his eyes and dropped his bag and gave in telling Fulton "She's not the prettiest thing, you could do better"
A twinge of anger passed through Fulton before he realized he asked for the truth, he relaxed his tensed muscles and said simply "There's more to a person then looks" he decided not to add that he thought that she was in fact pretty, at least to him, but it was probably best not to give Portman any information that could be turned against him into a teasing scenario.
Fulton was walking to the girls' dorm along the flagstone pathway that had greenery lining it. He shoved his hands into his pockets as a breeze reached him. He heard a little yelp and turned to see where it came from. There was a short boy, probably in grade nine jumping up in the air stretching for something that Bob was dangling just out of his reach. Fulton let out a low growl and went over to the other athlete.
"Just give it back to him" he ordered when he came up to the bully and his victim. He was going to give Bob a chance before he went to violence.
"Oh it's you, Mr. Serve and Protect" Bob snarled "Coming to right some wrong?"
The shorter boy stopped his attempt and watched the older teenagers.
"Just give it back" he rolled his fingers into fists, concealed in his pockets.
"No"
Fulton removed a fist from it's hiding place and punched Bob in the stomach he folded with an "Oof" and his hand released what he was holding captive: a pair of glasses. Fulton then grabbed the specs before they could hit the ground. He passed them back to their owner who then ran off.
Bob straightened up, panting he barked "I'm getting sick of you sticking your nose in my business! You are going to pay for this!" He then walked away limping slightly mumbling profanities.
But he didn't take Bob's threat seriously; they almost always say that.
Fulton stopped in front of a wooden dorm door. He checked the piece of paper in his hand and then the number that was on the door. From the other side he could hear some super hyper, happy music being blared. He glanced down at the paper again then the door. He hesitatingly knocked. The sound level of the music dropped.
A blue-eyed girl with an athlete's body opened the door. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a bouncy pony tale on the top of her head.
She wore a huge smile "Hi" she greeted cheerfully "are you Fulton Reed?"
"Yeah" he nodded slowly and peered into the room. One half was scattered with bright coloured objects, pictures of smiling people, a few stuffed animals and posters of bands who CDs wouldn't even be aloud in his dorm. The other half was almost bare of character, the bed was made neatly with a quilt lain on top of it, the shelf had books and the desk school work, the only personal items he saw were art supplies, different sized sketch books and there was a picture frame containing an old couple.
"She will be back soon she's at work," the bubbly girl explained "I'm Emma by the way." But she continued speaking before Fulton could say anything "I can't believe she works two jobs!" she cocked her head to the side in slight disbelief "At the art store and the cafeteria. Not that there's anything wrong with working at the cafeteria I had to work there for like a week or so because Daddy wouldn't buy me a pair of shoes that I had to have" she went away from the door "Come on in Fulton" she waved him in before sitting on her bed cross legged but she did not give him a chance to thank her she went on babbling "I don't know why she is working both jobs. I asked her once but she just said something about school"
Fulton just looked at the girl standing in the middle of room. He seemed out of the place between the drab side and overly cheerful side.
"Well come and sit down" she grabbed his hand and pulled him beside her but instead of letting go of his hand she put it closer to her face. "Wow" she touched his snap on fingerless leather gloves "Like, it's so punk of you. But I guess you are kind of a rocker, rebel type" she dropped his hand and continued, "You know it's really good that Mel has made a friend"
"Mel?" he interrupted
"Oh yeah! It's like her nickname, well her parents call her 'Mel' anyway so I sort of picked up on it. Anyways like I was saying, I'm glad she made a friend because I was, like, starting to worry about her. She's kind of...odd. Like this one time she had finished all of her homework and had run out of paper and it was after curfew so we were stuck in our room so she sat on her bed and started to braid her head in tiny little braids" she took a piece of her hair as she told him this "and when she was done she just took it all out" she let go of her hair and took a breath before she started talking again "And sometimes when she sleeps she like cries and mumbles. Oh and a few times she woke herself up, and me, because she screamed!" she exclaimed making her hair bounce.
"But don't get me wrong" she gripped lightly onto his arm "she's as nice as ever. It's just some of the things she does and says are strange" she released him and paused "Are you thirsty?"
He shook his head as the door opened. Carmelina walked in and seeing Fulton grinned a small grin. He beamed back at her.
"Hey...Mel" he greeted trying out the nickname.
Her grin widened at the sound of the name "Hello"
"Were your ears burning?" Emma asked tilting her head to the side.
She closed the door before answering "No" bringing her hand up to her ear, causing a chuckle to escape Fulton's lips.
"Ok well I've got to go and meet Mike," she giggled before she left the dorm practically skipping. "See yah Mel!"
She went over to the stereo and turned it off letting out a little sigh of relief.
"Not a big fan of her music?"
She shook her head crinkling her nose. He sat there smiling at her. She shifted and took off her oversized jacket and bag. "Should we pick up where we left off?"
"Sure"
"Ok so factoring..."
They had been working for an hour and a bit. She could tell he was becoming restless he kept shifting.
"Do you want to finish this on Friday?"
"I've got a game on Friday...but you could come and after we could finish it, if you want" he offered giving her a sideway glance.
"Ok" she paused before she continued "but I don't know the rules"
"Basically the teams are trying to score on each other's goals" he explained simply "Who ever has the most points win. There are also all of these rules about checking and face offs but that's getting a little complicated"
She giggled sweetly, and it made her eyes light up.
"What's so funny?"
"The tutored has become the tutor," she answered smiling, her red lips parting to reveal white straight teeth.
He wore a lopsided grin turning to pick up his books. "The game starts at five"
"I can't wait to see you chucking people," she said passing him his notebook.
"It's checking" he corrected chuckling she blushed slightly.
"Oh"
"Don't worry about it" he comforted getting up to leave. "Bye"
"Good bye"
Fulton skated out onto the ice taking his place. He swept the stands with his eyes and found her perched close to the boards looking around slightly bewildered, it seemed like she hadn't been to the ice rink before.
He turned his attention to the game after giving her one last look, her eyes were darting form flag to flag.
The puck dropped and the game was in play, the other team; Wheastly Wombats had the puck and were charging towards the net. Fulton skated up to the puck handler bending slightly at the waist; he rammed the side of his body, shoulder first into the other player checking him with minimal effort into the boards. The Wombats body compressed as his helmet clanged against the fiberglass. Luis stole the puck and went zooming past the centerline; his skates sliced smoothly into the ice. Gaining speed he took a shot at the goal. The Wombat goalie made a stick save and another player was ready to take the puck and began another attack...
It was 0,0 at the beginning of the second period and Fulton was on the bench watching the game intently. The Wombats were playing with new energy, the Ducks defense tightened up clearing the net with goose eggs on their minds. The puck bounced off Julie's pad and Adam snatched it and went soaring to the opposing net. Portman sent an oncoming Wombat to the ice with a full body check and looked down at him with a smirk before skating off.
Guy with the help of Goldberg checked a Wombat, who was on Adam's heels against the boards with a crash, their hockey sticks banging into each other's along with their helmets. Coming up to the goal Adam faked once, twice then took his shot and scored. The Ducks and their fans went wild. The Eden Hall band started up and a wave of excitement went through the red, white and black section of the onlookers with a roar. The sound of quacking filled the arena.
Orion scoffed at the mini-celebration "Ok get your heads back in the game!" The Ducks backed to their side regaining their senses for the game...
Finally the Bash Brothers were on the ice together the ultimate duo. "All right Fulton let's do it!" they slammed their padded chests together and started to through the Wombats' weight around with ease, grunting and laughing in the process. They cleared the way for their Captain who used his infamous tripe-deek and scored. Another wave of cheers and quacks came from the stands. Charlie took a bow as the Bash Brothers threw their hands up in the air getting the audience into a larger frenzy. "Conaway don't get too cocky!" Orion shouted from his spot on the sidelines. Charlie ignored him; took a few more bows before repositioning himself on the ice...
The end of the game buzzer rang and one half of the crowd whooped, applauded and quacked as the other half sat in disappointment before slinking off.
"Two to zero, nice going Cat Lady" Goldberg congratulated as both teams lined up to shake hands.
"Thanks Goldberg, couldn't have done it without you"
"And I couldn't have said it better myself" he removed his glove and began to shake hands saying 'Good game' to everyone that passed.
The team filed into their chilled change room removing their red, black and white jerseys that sported the Eden Hall Duck, trying to let some of their bodies to get exposed to the refreshing air around them.
"So what y'all doin' now?" Dwayne asked his voice laced with his southern accent.
"Showering" Russ answered removing his gear.
"No I mean after that"
"I say we party" Portman suggested scrapping the ice off of his blades.
The locker room hummed with agreement but a few were silent, they received questioning looks from their teammates.
"I got a date," Luis said beaming going into the showers, seeking a further source to cool himself down.
"Schoolwork" Fulton said taking off his bandanna preparing for a shower.
"Spending more time with Carmelina?" Ken inquired walking past him.
"Got a problem with that?"
"No I'm just wondering what she's like, she's in most of my classes but hardly speaks" Ken answered stopped, leaning against the mesh lockers.
"She's" he searched his mind for the right word "interesting"
"And?"
"And what?" Fulton asked dismissively heading to the showers.
"Fine don't say" Ken shrugged, but curiosity still hung around him.
End of Chapter
A/N: I know nothing really happened in that chapter, but just tell me what you think anyway, especially with the hockey game. Tell me how I can improve (I'm tired of writing crap). Thanks for reading!
