Author's Note: Chapter number two! I hope everyone enjoys it and reviews! I apologize for how short the chapters are, but I'll work on it. I send thousands of hugs to my beta, antiIRONY. This story is officially dedicated to you!

hockey-girl90: Thank you for the review! You don't need to say anything else. ( :

Disclaimer: Though I wish I did, I do not know own the Mighty Ducks. I also don't own the title as that's actually a song by Fall Out Boy. Which I don't own.

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Downstairs, Dean Portman and the majority of his fellow Ducks could here laughter over the loud music coming from his sister's bedroom. Fulton was looking at his friend with an expression of fear mingled with confusion on his face. Dean was looking back at him, but his face held the look of expecting Fulton to say something. When he chose to remain silent, Dean sighed and began pacing. After a moment of no one saying anything Dean spoke.

"Look, Reed. It's a simple question. Yes or no?" Dean looked at his fellow Bash Brother again and this time Fulton appeared to actually be trying to come up with an answer. Dean sat in the nearest chair, as though he expected Fulton's response to shock him off of his feet. And, it was a good thing he'd anticipated that, too.

"Are you asking if I like your sister or are you asking if I'm thinking of boning her?" Fulton Reed looked at Dean Portman, both with looks of absolute seriousness on their faces before both of them burst out laughing. "Look, man, your sister's cool, but I don't know her well enough to know if I want to date her or not, OK?" Still shaking with now-silent laughter, Dean Portman nodded and the other Ducks looked on, shocked.

Fulton had just said something about boning Dean's sister and Dean hadn't kicked his ass. One by one The Duck's began to smile.

Apparently dating Julie had put some good humor in Portman after all.

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In Liz's room, Cynthia was pacing a ranting about how wrong it was that her best friend should try to seduce her brother. She had gone past full-swing and was winding down, when both she and Elizabeth heard the booming laughter of their older brothers. They looked at each other, then figuring it was a hockey thing, both shrugged and Cynhia sat down as Liz stood up.

"Ok, I'm going to explain something to you, and you're going to listen, OK?" Seeing her friend nod, Elizabeth continued with her speech. " I like your brother. I think he's cool. I think he's hot. I think he's nice, funny, clever, and though a bit on the slow side, capable of intelligent conversation." Ignoring Cyhia's snorting laughter, she went on. "I could go on all day about the wonderful things I think about your brother, however I won't because you will shoot me if I do. The fact of he matter is, I will not be chasing after your brother because it is a waste of time. Because he will never like me. And now I must wallow in self-pity, thank you very much."

With that Elizabeth flung herself onto her bed, and began to dramatically fake cry. Beng a "good friend", Cynthia sat beside her and started mock cheering her up, saying things like "Buck up! 'S'all right old girl!" and "turn that frown upside down!" in such a manner that the so-called sobs quickly became hysterical laughter. Pleased with herself for stopping an actual situation, Cyn began a short speech of her own.

"Lizza-bell, you cannot whine like that. You know how much I hate it. Look, you're a pretty girl, and smart, though you don't always show it. You're funny and interesting, and if you put your mind to it, you could have Fulton head over heels for you. I'm sick of all of your self-pity, woe is me shit about things that aren't real. If you really like my brother, then make an effort." At this point Cynthia sighed in a resigned way before continuing. "I can even help, if you'd like. We can go through his stuff when he's not home and try and find his journal, or something. Maybe find some things you two have in common so you'll have topics of conversation. I know he likes to draw, so finding a sketch book could help...you know, we can, like, spy or something. And then...I don't know...we'll figure it out, ok?"

Elizabeth shrieked and tackled her friend into a bone-crushing hug, yelling loudly enough for The Ducks and possibly half of the neighborhood to hear.

"I LOVE YOU, CYNDA-BELL!"

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"Who in God's name calls their friend 'Cynda-bell'? That's the most disgustingly cutsie nickname that ever was." Guy was complaining loudly about everything, except for Connie sitting in his lap, and everyone was dealing with it until this comment. Many of The Ducks were completely passive, but Dean Portman was livid. He stood up and advanced towards Guy with a look of pure venom on his face.

"That's my baby sister, and if I hear you say one word that sounds like it's against her, I will beat you so far into oblivion..." Here he began to raise his hand as though to strike Guy, but Fulton took hold of his wrist and roughly turned him so that they were facing eachother. Looking Dean in the eye, he slowly shook his head as if to say "it's not worth it" and then turned and sat down. Dean remained standing for a moment before going into the corner to sulk. Just as he lowered his hulking figure into a sitting position on the ground, his younger sister and her friend came down the stairs.

"We are going to Cyn's house!" Elizabeth declared. "Once there, we will pretend we are Nancy Drew type people and begin detective work. And then we will proceed to giggle like maniacs. And then we will return here to document our findings. If you dare to complain about this plan, you will be taken care of." With that she grabbed hold of her friend's hand and the two began to leave the house and then Cynthia stopped short and looked expectantly at her brother. He stood and handed something to her before returning to his seat. The Ducks looked at him, puzzled.

"House key," he said shortly, and then began talking about hockey to avoid uncomfortable silence or Guy making any more comments that may piss off Dean.

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Cynthia and Elizabeth were standing in front of Fulton's bedroom door and were out of breath from running all the way to the house, especially as they weren't exactly in tip-top physical condition. Even with her heart pounding in her chest with protest, Liz managed to do a short, but enthusiatic happy dance over being that close to Fulton's sleeping quarters.

"And now," a slightly breathless Cynthia said, "we enter Fulton's room and begin the search..."