AN: I was sick of seeing Dwayne portrayed as an idiot. So, I decided to do something about it. In this story from his point of view, Dwayne will have intelligence and feelings...and he'll be gay and in love. If this bothers you, well, don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy! I don't own Dwayne or anything else you recognize.
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I am not an idiot.
Everyone else thinks I am...maybe everyone else knows I am, and I'm just gullible about everything, from thinking Varsity athletes will accept and be nice to their new freshmen players to believing my mom when she presses her lips to my forehead and tells me I'm smart after asking how school's going.
I am not an idiot.
Forget my PSAT scores and my official GPA and the aforementioned fact that I'm gullible. Forget the fact that some things just fly right over my head.
I'm sorry that I don't understand everything. I'm sorry that I ask questions when I'm confused and fall for silly pranks and have to turn to Russ for explanations.
I'm sorry that my voice has a deep Southern twang that no amount of time away from Texas can soften it.
I'm sorry I'm a puck hog.
I'm sorry that the only thing I'm good at is puck handling.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect, that I'm not the hockey star and the straight-A student. I'm sorry that I don't win Most Valuable Player at every awards banquet and sorry I don't have rich parents...sorry I don't have nice clothes and a nice house and a nice car. I'm sorry that I don't have everyone falling all over my feet. I'm sorry...I'm sorry I'm not Adam Banks.
And, oh, Adam...I'm sorry I don't have sandy blonde hair that sweeps across my forehead, when I'm too careless to brush it away. I'm sorry I don't have soft, soft blue eyes that crinkle in the corners when I laugh. I'm sorry my voice isn't deep and perfectly pitched...and I guess I'm sorry I'm not straight.
And I'm very, very sorry that Adam doesn't feel the same way about me as....as I do about him. I'm sorry I fell for perfection, when I'm so far from it myself.
Maybe I am an idiot.
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