A/N: Hiya everyone! This is my first ever Mighty Ducks fan fic so please BE
NICE! I got this idea from watching the 3rd movie for about the sixth time.
When the story progresses, it will be rather twisted . . . not too much,
though, so don't be put off! It will be told from Adam and Charlie's points
of view - as entries in journals. Charlie will go first, writing his
account of things, and the next chapter will be sweet ickle Banksie writing
HIS account of things.
Oh, also, there will be some slight alterations from the film. For instance, Charlie doesn't meet Linda. She exists, but he just doesn't know her, and she just doesn't know him. Also, please don't kill me if I get stuff wrong, like (for example) who's older, who's had girlfriends before or stuff like that. I just haven't watched D1 and D2 for YEARS, that's all. OK, now since this is my first MD fic, I would REALLY appreciate ANY reviews, so . . . please? Pwetty pwease with double icing and a cherry on top?
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing apart from this plot. Damn. Oh, and sorry for the shortness. Not a Disclaimer, I know, but what the hec?
WARNINGS: SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH in later chapters! Also, rather twisted things that require a PG-13 rating. I'm not gonna tell you what they are cos it might spoil it for you. And I might not be updating this story as often as I'd like, because I've got about a million other unfinished stories, but I'll try. And the next chapter will (hopefully) be worth the wait.
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY ONE - Charlie
I hate him.
I really do. Banskie, that is.
Crap. I forgot to write 'Dear Journal'. Here we go again . . .
Dear Journal,
I hate him.
I really do. Banksie, that is. He made Varsity - can you believe it? He made Varsity courtesy of Coach Orion. Wonder if his dad bought his way onto the team.
Oh, and me? Well, I'm not even Captain anymore. I found out just over a week ago.
He's only better than me just because he has money. And parents. Who are happily married. And now that Banksie's on Varsity . . . well, I figure that that makes him an enemy. If he's not a Duck, he's not worth speaking to. Actually, that's kind of harsh. But still. I guess that I should stop calling him by his nickname, then.
From now on, he will just be Banks.
No Adam (not that I ever called him that).
No Banksie.
No Cake-eater.
Just Banks.
The rest of the team hate him too, now, I think. Well, hate is actually too strong a word for their feelings . . . dislike him. Immensely. Apart from Julie. She shares some of his Advanced classes. I see the way she tenses up when we start slagging him off behind his back and calling him a traitor.
It's not his fault, really. I mean, Coach Orion was the one who put him in Varsity.
Who am I kidding? Of course it's his fault; everything's his fault. Plus, I've seen him being awfully pally with Riley - Varsity's big-ass Captain. Banks seems to have found himself a new best friend straight away. I can tell that he's forgotten about me already.
Dickhead.
Well, who cares? It wasn't as if I really liked him, anyway. And he wasn't actually my best friend . . . I have plenty of other LOYAL and TRUSTWORTHY friends.
Banks is SUCH a-
OK, this is getting annoying now.
If he's an enemy, then why the hell do I keep thinking about him so damn much? The way his baby-blue eyes always crinkle at the corners when he laughs. Well, he doesn't laugh so much as giggle . . . manlishly. Damn, I miss that laugh. And also his hair. I always found it cool. I mean, the way it just flopped there, light brown-blonde in colour, forming a cute little fringe (I'm talking about baby-cute here, OK?), and-
Oh bloody hell, I'm being an asshole, aren't I? I mean, he's my best friend and I dropped him just because he was so good that he got into Varsity.
Argh! I must STOP being so damn hard on myself. This is not my fault, and I should stop feeling so guilty for talking about Banks. He's probably told Varsity all our plans and moves for our ice hockey games. Bastard.
Dammit, I still don't understand why I keep WRITING about him. I could go on for pages and pages . . . but we've just had hockey practice and I'm tired, so I won't. I mean Banks was nothing special. He was always the quiet one with nothing to offer to the group.
Apart from money.
Oh, yeah, and did I forget to mention that we are no longer the Mighty Ducks? We are now the 'Eden Hall Warriors'.
Oh joy.
That Coach Orion bloke is a real slave driver. I hate him as well.
Who do I hate more? Orion or Banks, Orion or Banks, Orion or Banks?
Hmm . . . it's a tough one but I think I'll have to go for BANKS.
He's the traitor.
Orion's just a rookie.
But still an unbelievably uptight shithead.
Even Banks wasn't that uptight. Sure, he's a shithead, but he's never been as uptight as-
Fuck it. He just HAD to crop up again, didn't he? Stupid Banks.
What's wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about the boy I dislike (I mean HATE) so much?
Why?
Adam Banks, what are you doing to me?
- Charlie Conway - resident Eden Hall Warrior (big whoop)
Oh, also, there will be some slight alterations from the film. For instance, Charlie doesn't meet Linda. She exists, but he just doesn't know her, and she just doesn't know him. Also, please don't kill me if I get stuff wrong, like (for example) who's older, who's had girlfriends before or stuff like that. I just haven't watched D1 and D2 for YEARS, that's all. OK, now since this is my first MD fic, I would REALLY appreciate ANY reviews, so . . . please? Pwetty pwease with double icing and a cherry on top?
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing apart from this plot. Damn. Oh, and sorry for the shortness. Not a Disclaimer, I know, but what the hec?
WARNINGS: SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH in later chapters! Also, rather twisted things that require a PG-13 rating. I'm not gonna tell you what they are cos it might spoil it for you. And I might not be updating this story as often as I'd like, because I've got about a million other unfinished stories, but I'll try. And the next chapter will (hopefully) be worth the wait.
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY ONE - Charlie
I hate him.
I really do. Banskie, that is.
Crap. I forgot to write 'Dear Journal'. Here we go again . . .
Dear Journal,
I hate him.
I really do. Banksie, that is. He made Varsity - can you believe it? He made Varsity courtesy of Coach Orion. Wonder if his dad bought his way onto the team.
Oh, and me? Well, I'm not even Captain anymore. I found out just over a week ago.
He's only better than me just because he has money. And parents. Who are happily married. And now that Banksie's on Varsity . . . well, I figure that that makes him an enemy. If he's not a Duck, he's not worth speaking to. Actually, that's kind of harsh. But still. I guess that I should stop calling him by his nickname, then.
From now on, he will just be Banks.
No Adam (not that I ever called him that).
No Banksie.
No Cake-eater.
Just Banks.
The rest of the team hate him too, now, I think. Well, hate is actually too strong a word for their feelings . . . dislike him. Immensely. Apart from Julie. She shares some of his Advanced classes. I see the way she tenses up when we start slagging him off behind his back and calling him a traitor.
It's not his fault, really. I mean, Coach Orion was the one who put him in Varsity.
Who am I kidding? Of course it's his fault; everything's his fault. Plus, I've seen him being awfully pally with Riley - Varsity's big-ass Captain. Banks seems to have found himself a new best friend straight away. I can tell that he's forgotten about me already.
Dickhead.
Well, who cares? It wasn't as if I really liked him, anyway. And he wasn't actually my best friend . . . I have plenty of other LOYAL and TRUSTWORTHY friends.
Banks is SUCH a-
OK, this is getting annoying now.
If he's an enemy, then why the hell do I keep thinking about him so damn much? The way his baby-blue eyes always crinkle at the corners when he laughs. Well, he doesn't laugh so much as giggle . . . manlishly. Damn, I miss that laugh. And also his hair. I always found it cool. I mean, the way it just flopped there, light brown-blonde in colour, forming a cute little fringe (I'm talking about baby-cute here, OK?), and-
Oh bloody hell, I'm being an asshole, aren't I? I mean, he's my best friend and I dropped him just because he was so good that he got into Varsity.
Argh! I must STOP being so damn hard on myself. This is not my fault, and I should stop feeling so guilty for talking about Banks. He's probably told Varsity all our plans and moves for our ice hockey games. Bastard.
Dammit, I still don't understand why I keep WRITING about him. I could go on for pages and pages . . . but we've just had hockey practice and I'm tired, so I won't. I mean Banks was nothing special. He was always the quiet one with nothing to offer to the group.
Apart from money.
Oh, yeah, and did I forget to mention that we are no longer the Mighty Ducks? We are now the 'Eden Hall Warriors'.
Oh joy.
That Coach Orion bloke is a real slave driver. I hate him as well.
Who do I hate more? Orion or Banks, Orion or Banks, Orion or Banks?
Hmm . . . it's a tough one but I think I'll have to go for BANKS.
He's the traitor.
Orion's just a rookie.
But still an unbelievably uptight shithead.
Even Banks wasn't that uptight. Sure, he's a shithead, but he's never been as uptight as-
Fuck it. He just HAD to crop up again, didn't he? Stupid Banks.
What's wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about the boy I dislike (I mean HATE) so much?
Why?
Adam Banks, what are you doing to me?
- Charlie Conway - resident Eden Hall Warrior (big whoop)