Adam's POV

"Does someone wanna tell me what you guys were talking about at breakfast?" I ask, folding my sweater neatly and placing it on top shelf of my locker.

Russ laughs. "You really don't know, do you Cake-eater?"

I shook my head clueless. It's been bothering me all day. How could I possibly keep Becky from moving away? We aren't really that close of friends, at least not as close as she is with Charlie. He's like her brother, so in a weird way I'm sorta like her big brothers best friend. Making her my best friend's little sister.

"Becky's, got a crush on you, Banks. A big one." Guy states and I blink.

"Becky? Becky Orion? The coach's daughter? Has a crush, on me?"

"Yes, yes, yes and yes, Dude." Portman replies.

Averman adds his two cents by declaring. "Duh!"

"Shut up, Averman." Julie rolls her eyes. "Some of you guys wouldn't know either, if Connie and I hadn't pointed it out too you."

Oh Lord, this some heavy news. I mean I like Becky and all, I guess. She's a sweet kid and as cute as hell, I've never even though about her like that before. I mean she's so… Becky. This changes everything.

What will I say, or do the next time I see her? I don't want it too look like I'm leading her on or anything. Then again if I seem mean and she gets upset, Orion will likely kill me for hurting his little girl. I'll be doing sprints until my legs fall off. Oh man, am I in a pickle.

All through practice that's all that's on my mind. I'm so distracted that I miss a simple pass and checked check three times in less that two minutes. I need too lay down before my head explodes. I've got stop thinking, thinking is bad. If I can just get back too the dorms without running into her, I'll be okay. I have no idea what I'll say too her.

"Who's up for pizza?" Charlie inquires sticking my feet into his moldy old sneakers.

I shake my head. "I think I'm gonna head too our room and vegg, maybe study a little for that art history test tomorrow."

Connie and Julie look at each other and giggle as Dwayne snorts. "You mean you're going sit in your room and hide on, Becky."

Am I really that predictable? Wow, I must be as boring as watching paint dry. Either that or seven years is way too long to be friends and they team my far too well.

I shrug. "Yeah, that too. See you guys later."

Luckily the littlest Orion isn't any where in site when I make my break for it and I easily get too my room unnoticed. I have my Art History book open and am deeply immersed in the chapter about Egyptian pottery when there's a knock at the door.

"Charlie, you've really gotta start brining your key with you." I laugh, hopping up too let my roommate in.

When the door opens my face turns white and the smile fades. It's Becky and she looks like she's been crying.

"Becky, how'd you get up here." My room is on the third floor and I know she didn't climb the stairs with her wheelchair tossed on her back.

"I used the elevator." She replies and I instantly feel stupid. I would've known that if seeing her didn't make me so nervous. Right now thinking is not one of my strong suits.

"Oh, right."

"So I guess, Charlie's not here? I really wanted someone to talk too. I know his parents are divorced sooo…" Her voice wavers and tears start in her eyes again.

"Um, you can come in and wait for him, if you want. The team should be back soon, they just went out for some pizza."

"Thanks."

For a long minute there's silence, Becky's sitting on the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling while I turn back to my book. Occasionally she'll whimper or sigh, but she doesn't say anything too me. It bothers me that she's so upset, I hate too see a girl cry, especially one as sweet as her.

"You know," I toss my pencil down in the my book and spin around on my desk chair. "Charlie's parents got divorces when he was two or three, he doesn't even remember his dad. He'll probably be as much help at this as me and my parents are happily married. But if you need too talk, you know, you don't have too wait for the Ducks too get back, I'm already here."

Becky bites her lip for a second then sighs once again. "It's not the divorce I'm worried about, it's having too chose between my parents…"

Sliding my desk chair closer too her, I give the girl my full attention. "Go on."

"I've always been closer too my Dad then mom, always, ever since I can remember. But lately he's been spending all his time watching TV or coaching you guys. He doesn't even bother with me anymore, I don't even feel like I know him these days. But still better then my mom because I've never really known her.

Then there's the obvious advantage of starting over. If I go with my mother too Wisconsin, I can have a different life. I won't be the coach's daughter there. I mean, do you know what it's like too be fifteen and the only one of your friends that's never been kissed? I know it's because people are afraid of my dad. Then I don't want to sacrifice time with the most important man in my life just to have a boyfriend. It's just too confusing."

I sit there, in my chair looking at her and I see the pain in every tear. She's still young and this is probably the biggest decision she's ever had to make. It must be terrible on her. "Becky, do you like me? You know, like, like me?"

Becky flushes and I know she wasn't expecting that. She chews on the inside of her cheek for a minute or two before answering, with a simple nod.

I don't know what comes over me, but I lean in and bring my lips too hers. She wears peach flavored lip balsam. "Now you don't have too base your decision on getting a kiss." I tell her placing another kiss on her forehead. "Don't take this as me asking you too stay on my account. I don't want too effect your decision, particularly when I can't promise anything more will ever come of us then that kiss. Do what feels right too you."

"Um…okay. I'm gonna go… home now."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh and Becky, it's okay, everything will work out."

As she leaves my room I realize something. I really don't want her too go. Not that I don't want her too leave my room, that's fine, I'll see her later. I don't want her to move, or they're won't be anymore 'I'll see you tomorrow's.