Yay! Finished the first chappie! Please RnR! Disclaimer: I don't own the Duckies but I sure do love 'em! I don't own Zeppelin either but they are the gods of rock! And Bond is his own man. You just keep pluggin' away dude! Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
After practice Portman quickly showered and changed. He put his headphones on as he headed back to his dorm room. He turned up the volume as Led Zeppelin's Immagrant song came on. That was a friggin evil practice, he thought. He walked past Connie who was heading to her own dorm. He suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, Connie! Uh, just wondering: that girl who's coming from D.C.? When is she coming?"
"Uh, like next week, I think."
"K. Thanks. See ya tomorrow."
"See ya!"
Oh great! Now the whole school will talk about nothing else for the rest of the week. Man was this gonna get real, old real quick.
He walked upstairs as he checked his watch.
"Fuck!" He had one minute 'til curfew and if a teacher caught him, he would be doodling in detention again. He did a kind of James Bond thing looking around corners until he reached his room. He entered and greeted Fulton with a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"Hey!" said Fulton, "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Ok then! I'm just gonna go to sleep now and pretend bitchin' Britchking isn't having a test tomorrow. Don't feel like studying."
"Right. You do that. Julie wouldn't approve but she's goody goody Gaffney, right?" Portman grinned at Fulton who was already snoring.
Portman got ready for bed and put his bandana on his dresser. He set his crappy and slightly squashed alarm clock for 5:15. Damn the early hockey practice, he thought and collapsed onto his bed.
"Sweet dreams, dude," he said to Fulton as he quickly fell asleep.
God, Portman falls asleep fast! I wish I could fall asleep that quick. Takes me forever! Tell me whatcha think!