A/N: Hiya! I would like to start off this a/n by thanking everyone who
reviewed. THANK YOU!! And I would like to FINISH this a/n by begging you
all to continue/start reviewing. PLEASE CONTINUE/START REVIEWING THIS
STORY!!!
PS: WHAT COLOUR ARE CHARLIE'S EYES????
crazy4nc128 - Well if Riley sounds nice to you right now . . . don't get used to it, lol. I'm just forewarning you, because he is about to become very twisted . . . (intriguing, no?) And, I am afraid to tell you that you are right. The only person that Adam wants to kiss him is . . . well . . . you know who it is. You do get points for trying, though! I would have done the same if I were in your shoes. And yes, Charlie is a prick who should have a bunch of rotten gherkins thrown at him. He's about to become a bit more prick-ish in this chapter. I think.
kellyerielf - Heh heh. Yeah, being hit on by Riley - 'Ek' is a good word to describe it. And I would just like to say . . . I love Chadam. Chadam rocks. Makes you wonder what slash pairing the story's gonna have, doesn't it? *whistles innocently as if she didn't just give away what slash pairing this story is going to have* (And just to let you know, I can't whistle.) Glad you like the journal thing! Also glad that you like his middle name! I just thought that the Adam actor in D3 (what IS his name, by the way?) looked kind of Italian. Ish. Not really. But still. I thought that the name Leonarde would suit him, so that's how I got the name Leonarde! By thinking that it would suit Banksie. OK, I'm rambling . . .
Nellie2 - Yay! That was what the whole journal thing was for. I mean, to get both their points of view. So, yeah. I'm glad you like it!
Kshyne99 - Yeah, I wanted to get Adam sympathy. I don't know why . . . but I just felt like it, lol! Yes, and like I have mentioned before, Charlie is a prick who should have rotten gherkins thrown at him. Glad that you thought Riley hitting on Adam funny! It won't be so funny when - *smacks hand over mouth as she realises she was just about to spoil something* Silly Maz, bad Maz, BAD! *smacks herself on head* Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! And you're welcome for the shoutout. I'll be doing it every chapter now! I just hope that my Thank-yous won't be longer than the actual chapter . . .
Melodie - Yay! Glad you like. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Cards - Yup, Adam is a problem-filled guy! I hope that I got him down right last chapter! I dunno about Charlie, though. *gulp* He's kinda hard to write . . . sometimes. But now he's getting easier to write! YAY!
Flat*Out*Crazy - Lol! Glad that bit amused you! And I'm also glad that you enjoy how it alters between both their journals. A lot of people seemed to like that thing with Riley hitting on poor ickle Adam! Which is good. But scary.
LB - Don't we all, LB, don't we all. Feel sorry for Banksie, that is. And, yes, it IS scary. Here's the next chapter (I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long)!
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY TWO - Charlie
Damn, I'm tired. This is just gonna be a short entry cos my arms are physically aching. Owwww. And why did I just bother writing that?
We just had our first Eden Hall game against a visiting team.
Damn - I forgot to write Dear Journal again. Oh, fuck it, who really starts journals with 'Dear Journal' anyway? It's just SLUPIP. And that was supposed to be STUPID but came out SLUPIP.
I'm just so fucking tired. Not to mention pissed off. At the Varsity Warriors.
Big surprise.
We were doing alright the first half of the game we scored 9 points. But then things started getting rough, and the visiting team scored 9 points in fifteen fucking minutes! Oh yeah, and I got put in the box just cos I slammed my hockey stick against the goal posts, breaking it.
But I didn't have to get two minutes in the fucking box for it!
After the game, things got a bit heated in the changing rooms cos we were all pretty wound up.
Fulton called Russ a sell-out and Russ called Fulton a punk. Connie even told Guy that he didn't play hard enough or some shit like that. And I . . . I was just pissed off cos we hadn't managed to win the game.
And then Coach Orion had the nerve to criticise us!
I mean, what the fuck does that man want? First he wants good defence, then he wants us to score and win, and then he's on with the defence thing again! That prick sometimes makes me so mad I want to just . . . just . . . I dunno . . . ARGH! He is SUCH an annoying shithead!
It was kind of weird playing without Banks. I mean, he's always been the star player and I, the Captain and main shooter. Oh yeah, and did I mention how PISSED OFF I was at not being Captain anymore?
Apparently, the Captain is 'to be determined' according to Guy - he's the one that read most of our positions off that notice board a few weeks ago.
Banks is such a bastard.
Wow, that was random but true. He is.
I've seen him in the halls, walking around, being all super-duper-we're-the- bestest-pals-ever with Riley and his goons. I'm not surprised if he's shagging the captain of the Varsity Warriors just to remain in their team - I mean, freshmen and seniors just don't mix, and Banks DID tell me he was gay . . .
Yeah, he's got to be shagging Riley.
And for some weird reason, I don't get some sort of weird vindictive pleasure from thinking that Adam - I mean Banks - is whoring himself out to Riley. Not that he is, I'm just being a prick. No, I am NOT being a prick, for Banks deserves it.
But still.
Just thinking about him and Riley together gives me a weird feeling in my stomach . . . it's kind of like hunger . . . only without the actual wanting of food. Or wanting of anything, for that matter.
OK, so maybe it ISN'T like hunger.
It's like . . . like . . . oh hell, I dunno. Just this weird, twisting feeling in the bottom of my stomach that . . . twists and . . . and writhes and . . .
Oh, forget it. I'm useless at explaining feelings. Even feelings of hunger.
Oh yeah, I just remembered, Julie said that Ada - dammit, I mean BANKS - was cheering for us at the match.
Highly unlikely.
I do think she's worried about him, though.
Apparently he stood up and started clapping wildly when I shot the first goal, but then Riley grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down, squeezing hard before letting go. And apparently Banksie - um, Banks - had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and after that, he didn't stand up to clap anymore. Like, at all. He still clapped, but according to her, it was with slightly less spirit than before.
Her conclusion is that he's being hideously bullied and threatened by all the players on Varsity. Apart from the goalie cos he's too cute to be a bully.
Hey - her words, not mine.
But that's just according to Julie. And she gets worried about the slightest thing, so it's obviously nothing for ME to worry about.
Is it?
No, no, it isn't. I mean, why do I care anyway? It's just Banks.
Oh yeah, and when we (the Eden Hall Warriors, I mean) were just warming up, skating around the rink and all, I felt someone watching me.
And there was Banks, with the whole Varsity team behind him (OK, some were in front of him, but that doesn't really matter, now, does it?), staring at me. What is his PROBLEM?
Anyway, I stared at him - looked right into his baby blue eyes which were still visible even if I'm, like, a hundred yards away, and I noticed that now they had a bit of grey in them (not that that's important or anything) - and he stared at me. But for some reason, after just a few seconds of staring at each other, we both looked away.
And I don't know why, but I resisted the urge to look at him all the way through the game. I mean, why SHOULD I look at him? He's nothing special, is he? Well, he is. But I mean . . . no, he ISN'T.
Why do I fucking CARE if he's special or not, all that matters is that he's-
Banksie.
Cake-eater.
Now why the hell did I just write down his nicknames when I SWORE to myself that I'd never call him by them again?
Adam.
And his first name? Argh, that game has got me delirious! I am soooooooo fucking tired.
And right now I just remembered why I'm so pissed off at the Varsity Warriors. After the game, we found all our clothes under the showers, and on the wall, written in foam, were 'Freshmen Stink'.
Kind of hypocritical considering the fact that Banks is on their team.
Anyway, to get them back, Russ, Kenny and Connie 'borrowed' this large cylindrical foam-ice-filled-thing from the Chem lab and sprayed it all over Varsity's lockers and jackets.
Russ told me that they gave Banks the full pressure.
That made me grin.
Bloody hell, this was SUPPOSED to be a short entry cause I'm so fucking tired! What has been WITH me lately?
OK, I think I'm losing my mind. If I'm tired, why aren't I asleep? Why am I busy wasting precious SLEEPING TIME writing in this stupid journal that someone bought me for Christmas?
Oh shit.
And do you know who bought me this journal last Christmas?
That's right, you guessed it.
Adam.
- Charlie Conway - the boy who meant to write Banks, but wrote Adam by accident because his pen slipped
PS: WHAT COLOUR ARE CHARLIE'S EYES????
crazy4nc128 - Well if Riley sounds nice to you right now . . . don't get used to it, lol. I'm just forewarning you, because he is about to become very twisted . . . (intriguing, no?) And, I am afraid to tell you that you are right. The only person that Adam wants to kiss him is . . . well . . . you know who it is. You do get points for trying, though! I would have done the same if I were in your shoes. And yes, Charlie is a prick who should have a bunch of rotten gherkins thrown at him. He's about to become a bit more prick-ish in this chapter. I think.
kellyerielf - Heh heh. Yeah, being hit on by Riley - 'Ek' is a good word to describe it. And I would just like to say . . . I love Chadam. Chadam rocks. Makes you wonder what slash pairing the story's gonna have, doesn't it? *whistles innocently as if she didn't just give away what slash pairing this story is going to have* (And just to let you know, I can't whistle.) Glad you like the journal thing! Also glad that you like his middle name! I just thought that the Adam actor in D3 (what IS his name, by the way?) looked kind of Italian. Ish. Not really. But still. I thought that the name Leonarde would suit him, so that's how I got the name Leonarde! By thinking that it would suit Banksie. OK, I'm rambling . . .
Nellie2 - Yay! That was what the whole journal thing was for. I mean, to get both their points of view. So, yeah. I'm glad you like it!
Kshyne99 - Yeah, I wanted to get Adam sympathy. I don't know why . . . but I just felt like it, lol! Yes, and like I have mentioned before, Charlie is a prick who should have rotten gherkins thrown at him. Glad that you thought Riley hitting on Adam funny! It won't be so funny when - *smacks hand over mouth as she realises she was just about to spoil something* Silly Maz, bad Maz, BAD! *smacks herself on head* Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! And you're welcome for the shoutout. I'll be doing it every chapter now! I just hope that my Thank-yous won't be longer than the actual chapter . . .
Melodie - Yay! Glad you like. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Cards - Yup, Adam is a problem-filled guy! I hope that I got him down right last chapter! I dunno about Charlie, though. *gulp* He's kinda hard to write . . . sometimes. But now he's getting easier to write! YAY!
Flat*Out*Crazy - Lol! Glad that bit amused you! And I'm also glad that you enjoy how it alters between both their journals. A lot of people seemed to like that thing with Riley hitting on poor ickle Adam! Which is good. But scary.
LB - Don't we all, LB, don't we all. Feel sorry for Banksie, that is. And, yes, it IS scary. Here's the next chapter (I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long)!
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY TWO - Charlie
Damn, I'm tired. This is just gonna be a short entry cos my arms are physically aching. Owwww. And why did I just bother writing that?
We just had our first Eden Hall game against a visiting team.
Damn - I forgot to write Dear Journal again. Oh, fuck it, who really starts journals with 'Dear Journal' anyway? It's just SLUPIP. And that was supposed to be STUPID but came out SLUPIP.
I'm just so fucking tired. Not to mention pissed off. At the Varsity Warriors.
Big surprise.
We were doing alright the first half of the game we scored 9 points. But then things started getting rough, and the visiting team scored 9 points in fifteen fucking minutes! Oh yeah, and I got put in the box just cos I slammed my hockey stick against the goal posts, breaking it.
But I didn't have to get two minutes in the fucking box for it!
After the game, things got a bit heated in the changing rooms cos we were all pretty wound up.
Fulton called Russ a sell-out and Russ called Fulton a punk. Connie even told Guy that he didn't play hard enough or some shit like that. And I . . . I was just pissed off cos we hadn't managed to win the game.
And then Coach Orion had the nerve to criticise us!
I mean, what the fuck does that man want? First he wants good defence, then he wants us to score and win, and then he's on with the defence thing again! That prick sometimes makes me so mad I want to just . . . just . . . I dunno . . . ARGH! He is SUCH an annoying shithead!
It was kind of weird playing without Banks. I mean, he's always been the star player and I, the Captain and main shooter. Oh yeah, and did I mention how PISSED OFF I was at not being Captain anymore?
Apparently, the Captain is 'to be determined' according to Guy - he's the one that read most of our positions off that notice board a few weeks ago.
Banks is such a bastard.
Wow, that was random but true. He is.
I've seen him in the halls, walking around, being all super-duper-we're-the- bestest-pals-ever with Riley and his goons. I'm not surprised if he's shagging the captain of the Varsity Warriors just to remain in their team - I mean, freshmen and seniors just don't mix, and Banks DID tell me he was gay . . .
Yeah, he's got to be shagging Riley.
And for some weird reason, I don't get some sort of weird vindictive pleasure from thinking that Adam - I mean Banks - is whoring himself out to Riley. Not that he is, I'm just being a prick. No, I am NOT being a prick, for Banks deserves it.
But still.
Just thinking about him and Riley together gives me a weird feeling in my stomach . . . it's kind of like hunger . . . only without the actual wanting of food. Or wanting of anything, for that matter.
OK, so maybe it ISN'T like hunger.
It's like . . . like . . . oh hell, I dunno. Just this weird, twisting feeling in the bottom of my stomach that . . . twists and . . . and writhes and . . .
Oh, forget it. I'm useless at explaining feelings. Even feelings of hunger.
Oh yeah, I just remembered, Julie said that Ada - dammit, I mean BANKS - was cheering for us at the match.
Highly unlikely.
I do think she's worried about him, though.
Apparently he stood up and started clapping wildly when I shot the first goal, but then Riley grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down, squeezing hard before letting go. And apparently Banksie - um, Banks - had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and after that, he didn't stand up to clap anymore. Like, at all. He still clapped, but according to her, it was with slightly less spirit than before.
Her conclusion is that he's being hideously bullied and threatened by all the players on Varsity. Apart from the goalie cos he's too cute to be a bully.
Hey - her words, not mine.
But that's just according to Julie. And she gets worried about the slightest thing, so it's obviously nothing for ME to worry about.
Is it?
No, no, it isn't. I mean, why do I care anyway? It's just Banks.
Oh yeah, and when we (the Eden Hall Warriors, I mean) were just warming up, skating around the rink and all, I felt someone watching me.
And there was Banks, with the whole Varsity team behind him (OK, some were in front of him, but that doesn't really matter, now, does it?), staring at me. What is his PROBLEM?
Anyway, I stared at him - looked right into his baby blue eyes which were still visible even if I'm, like, a hundred yards away, and I noticed that now they had a bit of grey in them (not that that's important or anything) - and he stared at me. But for some reason, after just a few seconds of staring at each other, we both looked away.
And I don't know why, but I resisted the urge to look at him all the way through the game. I mean, why SHOULD I look at him? He's nothing special, is he? Well, he is. But I mean . . . no, he ISN'T.
Why do I fucking CARE if he's special or not, all that matters is that he's-
Banksie.
Cake-eater.
Now why the hell did I just write down his nicknames when I SWORE to myself that I'd never call him by them again?
Adam.
And his first name? Argh, that game has got me delirious! I am soooooooo fucking tired.
And right now I just remembered why I'm so pissed off at the Varsity Warriors. After the game, we found all our clothes under the showers, and on the wall, written in foam, were 'Freshmen Stink'.
Kind of hypocritical considering the fact that Banks is on their team.
Anyway, to get them back, Russ, Kenny and Connie 'borrowed' this large cylindrical foam-ice-filled-thing from the Chem lab and sprayed it all over Varsity's lockers and jackets.
Russ told me that they gave Banks the full pressure.
That made me grin.
Bloody hell, this was SUPPOSED to be a short entry cause I'm so fucking tired! What has been WITH me lately?
OK, I think I'm losing my mind. If I'm tired, why aren't I asleep? Why am I busy wasting precious SLEEPING TIME writing in this stupid journal that someone bought me for Christmas?
Oh shit.
And do you know who bought me this journal last Christmas?
That's right, you guessed it.
Adam.
- Charlie Conway - the boy who meant to write Banks, but wrote Adam by accident because his pen slipped