Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, nor am I getting paid to write this.
Thanks, banks'-gurl-99 and you will have to wait and see lol. I will try to make them longer if I can.
Adams POV
The rest of the night passed in a blur. Talking to family members, my dad lecturing me for about an hour on the various responsibilities that I had to family, and to my hockey. It probably would have went on for another two hours if it hadn't been so late. He was also in a fairly good mood so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I really did not pay much attention to what he was saying; I had perfected the art of not listening when he talked. It was not like he actually needed my input on anything. It was more of a lecture.
The whole time all I could think about was her: her eyes, her hair, and her smile. The way I felt when she touched my cheek: it was like an electric jolt through my system. How close I was to kissing her. I could not wait till school on Monday when I would be able to see her again, even though it meant back to hockey practice and the stress that comes with that.
It was the next morning and I was driving back to school. Things had not been bad enough for my car to be taken away, which was good because there was no way I could stay there for another minute, let alone another two days.
I pulled into the student parking lot– which was practically empty– especially for a Saturday. I grabbed my bag out of the trunk and headed back into the dorms. It was pretty cold out so I walked as fast as I could, to the front doors. Everything was pretty quiet. But there was the ocassional blaring music coming from one room or another.
I wasn't really anxious to go back to the dorms either. Things had been a bit awkward with the ducks since he had rejoined varsity. Mainly because I knew I would have to play against them in the JV- Varsity showdown. Riley and Cole were gone but there was still a lot of pressure from my "team" to win. The majority of the team was the same and had been there when they had lost to the ducks; apparently they couldn't take another embarrassment. I had no idea how I would play against the ducks. It was something I hadn't done since I was ten, which seemed like a lifetime ago. Its obvious to say I was an entirely different person than: basically a spoiled brat.
I reached my room– which I shared with Charlie– turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door. He must have had a rough night, after all it was half past two. He didn't go home to often on the weekends either, I think it was mainly because he did not get along with his step father. I threw my bag on my bed and walked over to my desk and turned on my lab top.
" Banksie?" Charlie said opening up his eyes and staring at me.
" Yea its me" I said
" I thought you were going home for the weekend" he said sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes.
" Yeah, well you know" I stammered not really knowing what to say.
" Your Dad is in a mood huh?" he responded.
It was funny how even though we didn't exactly hang out anymore he always understood what was going on. I guess that is what you get when you are friends with someone since you were ten.
" Yeah you could say that" I said pulling out my physics book from under the pile of books on my desk. I had a lot of work to do and a test on Wednesday.
" Well I was looking forward to using your stuff this weekend, but I guess I can deal with you being around" he said jokingly.
" Thanks" I said as I opened up my book.
" So how was the party?" he asked
" It was alright. Nothing special" I lied. The party itself had kind of sucked, but the fact that Lily was there had made the whole night seem well bearable and even somewhat great.
" Hmm.. Hey listen were all going to hang out later and watch a movie or something. If you wanna come?" Charlie said.
It was kind of strange for Charlie to invite me somewhere, and if he did I usually declined the invitation. I knew things would be awkward and I did not want to deal with the situation. But after all what would I be doing later: studying, or watching a hockey game on television. Not exactly the ideal Saturday night experience.
" Yeah sure" I said
" Great" he said lying back on his pillow, and as far as I could tell he had fallen back asleep. I seriously did not understand how a human being could sleep as much as he did.
More soon probably ;0)
