Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks or their characters or anything else. Sad but very true.
Title: Lovely
Author: Kloe Hart (HartBeat)
Fulton's POV:
Okay, we've been best friend's even since we met. We share a dorm room, we like the same music, the same movies... this is all true, so I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable around the guy. I'm not intimidated because he's bigger then me, I'm not jealous because he's a chick magnet. I'm just uncomfortable. It occured to me a few weeks ago that I might... ya know... like him. A first that thought totally repelled me, it made me sick. I didn't want to be gay, I wouldn't let myself. Now here I am, sitting in our dorm room, practically sweating because I know he'll be here in about another ten, fifteen minutes. This can't go on. I gotta do somthing.
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"Hey Fult," Portman said as he pushed their dorm room door open with his back. His arms were compleatly loaded with fresh laundry.
"You didn't have to pick that up, I could've helped you," Fulton said, taking his stuff from Portman.
"Don't sweat it," Portman replied.
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Portman's POV:
Holy shit. I must be some kind of cutesy freak, going to get his laundry like that. He must think I'm retarded. It still makes my stomach churn when I think that I might have a thing for Fulton. Not just a little thing, but a major thing. I can't belive it, but he actually turns me on. The way he talks and the way he sprawls out on his bed when we're supposed to be doing homework. Shit. This has gotta be a phaze. Some sort of whacked out phaze.
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"Did we have any homework?" Portman asked.
"Probably, why? You gonna start doing it?" Fulton joked.
"No," laughed Portman.
"Didn't think so," Fulton said as he grabbed a magazine from his dresser. He opened it and began flipping through pictures of girl's in bathing suits.
Shit... this doesn't interest me!Fulton thought, panicky and frantic he tried to picture them with no clothes on at all but to his horror they just turned into Portman.
"Holy god!" Fulton cried as he threw down the magazine.
"Holy god what?" Portman asked, half-way through changing his shirt.
"Umm.. n- nothing," Fulton stammered as he looked away.
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Fulton's POV:
Shit he's hot. Those biceps and abs. Yeah, it's the abs for sure. Oh man, this is bad, I'm such a sicko. It's like a double wammy... falling for a guy who also happens to be your best friend.
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"Dude, you okay?" Portman asked as he slipped on another shirt.
"Yeah, uh, I just gotta get some fresh air," Fulton said as he got up and left the room in a hurry.
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Portman's POV:
I shouldn't have done that. I never get changed like that in front of him, he's gotta know somthing's up. What am I doing?
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...:End of Chapter 1:...
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