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((a/n: I take back what I said about the following press conference and the game against Italy being on the same day. In between the two are the dorm scenes.))
Julie's POV
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Team U.S.A. hockey. And the man, chosen to lead them to the gold, Coach Gordon Bombay."
The entire team stood on a small podium with coach and apparently Henry the Hendrix Bear. I hate these press conference things. Can I have your autograph, Ms. Gaffney? What for, I still haven't played. Pictures, pictures and more crap pictures for various cereals, newspapers and commercials. Yada, yada and crap, crap. I guess you could say I'm still bitter about not playing. Smile, wave, smile.
"Team U.S.A. how does it feel to be competing on an international level here in Los Angeles?" Um it doesn't feel like anything because I happen to not be COMPETING! Don gave me a stern look from the crowd. I must've stopped smiling. Happy face!
"We love it! It's great." My face hurts and I'm irritated.
"Coach Bombay, the Vikings from Iceland are the heavy favorite. Their coach has already guaranteed victory. How are you gonna handle them?"
"Um…hard work. I think our team is ready to go up against the best in the world. We're not worried about 'em. Iceland may be tough, but, uh…we're Team U.S.A. and we're goin' all the way!" And the prize goes to Gordon Bombay for laying it on so very, very thick. Not much could make this moment worse for me.
"Team U.S.A is going down. That's where you're going. See you on the ice, Bombay." Except that. What an asshole. He looks vaguely familiar. Charlie, Ken and I lagged behind Bombay and Tibbles and heard them talking.
"That's, uh, Stansson. Coach of the Iceland team. He's wound a little tight."
"Stansson from the N.H.L.? Wolff "The Dentist" Stansson is coaching? You didn't tell me that." The two of them walked off the podium deep in conversation. The team filled out behind us. I knew I knew that name. I had seen that guy play before. That must be Team Iceland he coaches.
"That guy's a dentist?" Ken asked innocently.
"That was his nickname. Played one year of pro. Collected more teeth than goals. He even punched out his own coach." Charlie answered.
"I heard they ran him out of the league and the country."
"That's his team? Those guys are huge!" Umm, yeah they were. They had an entire team full of guys just as big as or bigger than Dean and Fulton.
DORMS
((This is the part in the movie where you see Golburg, Luis and Ken play the prank on Dwaynethen Dean and Fulton in their dorm.-YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET! lol Love that song.AnywayI just switched it to Julie POV this time.))
Julie POV
The dorm Connie and I share is the smallest I've seen. There is hardly room for us to walk between the door and two beds. Curfew was 10:30, which sucks and there are even hall monitors. But that didn't stop people from leaving, like Connie. Every night around 10 she sneaks off to the third floor. Somehow, Guy got himself a single dorm and Connie hangs out with him until around 3 in the morning. It was nearly 11 at night and I had just taken a shower. I came into the small room wearing a robe and Connie sat on the bed listening to my Discman. She took the headphones off when she saw me.
"Hey. Not going to Guy's tonight?"
"I think Bombay figured out what we've been doing cause he made Adam room with Guy from now on."
"That sucks." I pulled the towel from my wet hair and sat on my bed.
"I'm sorry, Julie."
"About what?"
"As the only girl you have to talk to, I have failed. I have been sneaking off to be with my boyfriend every night and we haven't gossiped lately. As the senior girl resident I need to teach you my ways. So come and speak, tadpole." I laughed. Only Connie would come up with something like that. "I'm fine Connie." I said grabbing my hairbrush off the bedside table.
"Not according to the rumors I've been hearing." I run the brush through my dirty blonde hair.
"Oh?" I ask interested.
"Indeed." Connie put on a fake, horrible accent. "As I hear it you are quite the vixen. Apparently you have Adam, Dean, Fulton and Charlie all eating out of the palm of your hand. And you've yet to decide who you want most but the obvious choice would be Adam. Though personally I'd go for Luis but, okay." I laughed again and so did she. "But no joke, what's with you and the Bash Brother?"
"What'd you mean?"
"How do I put this? Do you wanna snuggle up inside his leather jacket or don't you?" I get up and pull on my pajama pants.
"Wow, way to be blunt about it, Connie." She raised her eyebrows asking for my answer. "Well, I dunno. I mean, yeah I guess I am—"
"Amazingly into him?" I pull off the robe and sit back down.
"Is it that obvious?"
"No, but I totally see it. Dean is such a hottie. But he could be…dangerous."
"Yeah…but."
"That's part of the attraction isn't it? I see, you like the bad boys. But honestly tell me you don't so see yourself with Banks."
"Adam is a great guy and my parents would love him. But having Adam is like taking the easy way out. And it what everyone wants and thinks I'll do. So I do the opposite."
"So this isn't the first time with guys like Dean is it, rebel?"
"No. And some of those guys are dangerous and bad influences. Dean is different. He's perfect."
"You don't think Dean would be a bad influence?"
"He can't be worse than the guy who gave me my tattoo."
"What? You have a tattoo and I don't know about it?" I stood putting my back to her and lifted my tank top slightly. There in the small of my back, right in my waistline was the number six.
"I officially hate you. So what are you gonna do about Dean?"
"I have no idea."
"I think you should make the first move because boys are literally that stupid."
End POV
((That was so cheesy I might have to get some crackers. Ritz bits baby! Lol))
GAME AGAINST ITALY
It's been all Team U.S.A. tonight. They lead Italy six to nothing. They've really dominated this game. Italy with the puck across the line. D'Agistino shoots, glove save by Golburg.
Once again Team U.S.A. was skating well, scoring and knocking people flat on their asses. One second left in the third period, Fulton takes his shot and the final score is 11-0. They move to 2-0.
After the game and after tutoring the Team is allowed to walk through the city. So everyone splits up and goes roaming around Los Angeles.
((This is the part in the movie where you see Golburg, Averman, Jesse and Dwayne going around Beverly Hills. Not much happens right now and I'm really just doing a transition into the scene I really wanna get to.))
Everyone wasn't allowed to leave the dorm unless you went in groups of four. So Julie, Connie, Guy and Charlie all went out together. Julie couldn't help but feel like the third wheel, even with Charlie there. All she could think about was how miserable she felt about not being able to play. Two games felt like an eternity and the pressure from her father wasn't helping. Then along with thinking about her situation with Dean and being really homesick she was starting to crack and people were starting to notice. But every time they had a game Julie would get really quiet and reserved. After they did a little shopping the foursome went into a café to have some coffee.
"Earth to Julie!" Charlie said waving the cappuccino in front of her face. He sat down across from her. She took the cup from him and had a sip.
"Sorry, Charlie. I'm just really out of it today."
"You've been like this a lot lately. What's up?" He asked concerned.
"Nothing. I just have way too much on my mind. I feel like homesick, angry, frustrated, sad and confused all at the same time and its wearing me down."
"Why?"
"I miss my Dad and my brother. I miss my old team. So all of that is making me sad and homesick. Then I'm confused about how I feel and what's going on in my head. And I'm frustrated and mad because my Dad is putting all this pressure on me but I'm not even playing. And every game that I don't play I feel like another weight is put on me. It sucks."
"You should talk to Gordon."
"Coach has enough to deal with."
"No way. The team is always first. Seriously go talk to him. On our way back to the dorms we're gonna pass his office. I'll go in with you."
"Fine." Connie and Guy had finally come back with their own coffees and pastries. They were killing her with cuteness. "Let's go, Charlie."
"Okay. We're going back to the dorm. We'll catch up with you guys later."
It took Charlie and Julie twenty minutes to walk to the Coliseum.
"Go I'll wait out here." Julie went through the offices to the very last one. She some Coach Bombay in his office on the phone. She looked away uncertainly but
Charlie saw her and motioned for her to knock. So she knocked on the window and Bombay turned around.
"Yeah, come on in…Sure with a pump that'll work. Go ahead, sit down. We'll talk about it at dinner. Okay. Bye." He sits down and sighs.
"What's up?"
"I wanna play, when am I gonna get my chance?"
"Julie, Golburg's on a hot streak. I gotta stick with him as long as we're winning."
"I understand. But I left my team in Maine to show the world what I can do." Wow, she thought to herself that sounded way better in my head.
"Just give it time. You will show the world. I promise. Okay?" She nodded. "All right. Now get outta here."
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The next day was the game against Iceland. Practice went extremely well even though Bombay didn't even show up. But everyone felt really good about this game. After all they were 2 and 0. Even Julie had calmed down a bit after talking to Coach and then she called her father. So now that all of that had been solved, the only other big thing on her mind was Dean. The whole day he had been really sullen and sensitive especially if you mentioned Coach.
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((I know this chapter is kind of boring but I just wanted you guys to see Julie going to talk to Bombay. Next chapter is the game against Iceland and it's huge. The shit's about to hit the fan and you're gonna wanna see it. The more reviews the quicker I post. :-P))