((Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. Not the characters, locations or movies. The quotes are from the movie.))

((a/n: I really don't like this chapter. I'm not sure why, maybe it the fluffiness of Julie and Dean's relationship but this is kind of just a follow-through and a way to continue the story. I'm glad you guys liked the earlier chapter. It was really hard to write and get them together. This chapter is gonna be a little longer because I don't know when the next time I can update is. Hopefully soon because I want to finish this story.))
((Madmbutterfly713, I totally get what you mean. And I know it's hard to follow and simple. But the reason for a lot of it is that I have nothing to go on but the movies. So all I have are quotes from the movie and dialogue. I will try harder to do more descriptions. Thanks for being honest with me.))

Dean's POV
The next morning everyone had to drag themselves to class. Half way through, once Miss MacKay had to wake up Luis for the third time, she asked us what was up.
"What is going on here? Did any of you get to sleep last night?"
"I believe the right question is did any of us get to sleep this morning and the answer would be no." Golburg answered between yawns.
"None of you? Why?"
"We had practice with Captain Blood till 2." Averman answered from under his book bag.
"Two in the morning? After that game? With Coach Bombay?"
"Yupp then we had to walk back to the dorms."
"Okay, this is enough. You are all going to go eat a big breakfast then go back to your dorms and sleep. Then you are going to go workout at the center."
"We can't. We have noon practice."
"I'll talk to your Coach. Go."
After eating everyone had some energy, so an hour was devoted to completely bashing Bombay. I caught Julie's eye and nodded towards the door. She nodded and met me out there. I sat down on a small brick wall.
"Hey."
"Hi." She said sitting down next to me.
"So about last night," What about it? What do I say?
"Technically it was this morning." She said smiling. Honestly, what the hell am I supposed to say now? That it shouldn't have happened for all the reasons I had already heard a million times. She noticed my silence. "Do you regret it?" She asked playfully.
"I imagined it differently." I said without thinking.
"You've imagined kissing me?" She said laughing. Did I just say that?
"No, I meant, just-" She smiled at me.
"Wow, you suck at lying." She stepped down from the wall and stood in front of me. "So now I'm curious. How did you imagine it?"
"What are you doing, Julie?"
"Well right now I'm making fun of you." She said laughing. I stepped down and started to walk away, but Julie grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Show me." For the second time I let her pull me in and kiss me. And it was even better this time. All I could think about was how right it felt. I heard the door open behind me and I pulled away from her.
"Oh, sorry." Adam said quickly and closed the door. Shit, I thought. Julie however didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
"What now?"
"I dunno." I said simply. I didn't.
"We'll talk later." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went back inside.
It was right then that I realized how tired I was.
End POV
((Cheesy, cheesy, cheese, cheesy, cheesy, cheese, cheese))

Julie's POV
Everyone is pretty much at the end of their ropes right now. The whole team is extremely tired and angry at Coach. But what the hell, we have a game tonight. But between being pissed, exhausted and boiling in the hot sun, it's only a matter of time before people start wigging out.
"And hold, two, three—" Dean was leading our stretches.
"Coach isn't here. Why do we have to be?" Next to me Connie was beat.
"We have a game tonight we have to work out."
"I say mutiny, who's with me?"
"Golburg, I'm too tired to mutiny."
"Come on, guys. It's not like we couldn't use the conditioning." I say trying to lighten everyone's mood.
"Speak for yourself, babe."
"Her name is Julie, not babe." Adam said from behind me. He's been really defensive toward Dean ever since he saw us outside.
"Don't tell me how to talk, rich boy!" Dean came toward Adam and pushed him. I stood in between them until the entire team joined in.
"Hey, Portman, chill!"
"Hey you want a piece of this?" Is he out of goddamn mind?
Everyone gets in between Fulton and Dean, fully aware that this fight meant nothing and everyone just needed to get some sleep.
"Hey, yo, Team U.S.A., what are you gonna do today, a million jumping jacks?" Everyone turned to look at the source of the noise. Who the hell is that kid?
"This kid's crazier than me. Forget about him. Look, Fulton!"
"Hey, chill!" Jesse pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
"Hey, man, I'm gettin' sick of you!"
"And I'm gettin' sick of seeing the U.S.A. represented by a bunch of whining babies." I look around and I can't exactly argue with him.
"Well too bad you can't back up that mouth."
"Man, me and my boys could take you anytime, anywhere."
"I don't see no boys."
"I got em waiting. Grab your gear and let's go play some schoolyard puck. Or maybe you forgot what it's like to play for real pride. C'mon its not too far you little wimps. C'mon, you comin' or not?"
So we followed him. Two buses and four blocks later we are at a schoolyard face to face with a bunch of kids.
"My little brother, Russ here, has been telling me that you guys have been choking big time."
"Well you brother's got a bug mouth."
"He does, doesn't he? Well anyways we thought we'd call y'all to see what you got."
"Yeah we know you can talk to the press and sign autographs and stuff."
"We can do more than that."
"Oh yeah? Well we can teach you how to play like the real Team U.S.A."
"And what would you know about it?"
Then the game started. The next four hours we played street hockey with this team. I even played and made a shot. Once the sun started to set we had to start back because we had an 8:30 game against Germany. Dean sat down next to me on the bus.
"Hey."
"Hey. Interesting afternoon."
"Look, Julie about earlier, I was being an asshole."
"Yeah you were."
"I'm sorry. I was so exhausted and fed up with coach. I'm sorry I went off."
"And you'll apologize to Fulton?"
"I already did."
"And Adam?"
"Oh c'mon."
"Dean you called him 'rich boy'. Are you gonna start calling me 'rich girl'?" I joked. "What was with the babe thing anyway?"
"I really care about you, Julie. I just don't want us having a relationship to mess up anything going on with the team. And that's exactly what happened earlier."
"No, earlier was your temper getting the better of you. The thing with us had nothing to do with it. If you care about me, then you'll apologize to Adam."
"Okay, I will."
"Thank you." I leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. For the rest of the ride I fell asleep against his shoulder. He smelled like the same cologne and I love.
((It's fluffy. What I don't like is how easily Dean gives in to her wants. I mean its Dean Portman he shouldn't be such a wimp but I wrote it like that to show you how much he really does care about her.))

GAME AGAINST GERMANY
We are all standing around the benches talking about the game. We have to win this hands down. Then we all turn around to see Don Tibbles calling us from the stands.
"Hey team! Hey, team. We're gonna be great today right?" We all just stare at him…what a fruitcake. "Where's Gordon?"
"You tell us." Luis said pointedly. We hadn't seen him since last night's practice...well this morning but whatever.
"I don't believe this." He said walking away franticly. The ref skated over to us.
"Team U.S.A. I'm sorry. But without a coach behind the bench, you'll forfeit the game."
"But you can't do that." Everyone starts mumbling and this just fuels our anger towards Bombay. But there was no way we could forfeit.
"We have one." Charlie piped up. "Miss MacKay!" He caught her attention and skated over to her. We assumed he told her what was going on because after the ref went over she stood up.
"Well, what are you waiting for? The ice to freeze? Let's play!" Wow, she is officially our savior.
"Let's go." The ref said and he blew the whistle to start the game.
The game is going pretty well. The score is 2-1 Germany, but these guys are a lot like Iceland in that they are huge and throwing their weight around a lot. But at least Dean is playing this game which he is clearly thrilled about. Miss MacKay has no idea what she is doing but Charlie is helping her along. The announcer's voice boomed across the arena. "We're late in the period with a face off coming up at center ice." His voice is interrupted by what sounds like a duck call. I stand up from my place on the bench and look around. Dean taps my shoulder and points to the upper stands. There is Coach Bombay coming down through the crowd. He has a duck whistle in his mouth and continues blowing it as he makes his way towards the bench. All the players on the ice continue as if he wasn't there while all of us on the bench stand up and sit on the edge of the box waiting for something to happen. Bombay approaches the door and pushes it open. I turn around to look at Dean. The minute our eyes meet we come to the same idea-No way is he asking for forgiveness, now. We all stare at him in a sort of dumb-struck awe while he stands up on the bench and continue to blow the whistle.
"Come on in. Let's go, come on." He says to the players on the ice. Once everyone was crowded in or around the box he lowered his voice.
"Team…guys. I was wrong. And I'm sorry. I forgot about the team. And the team is all I have. All I want…is another chance, just one more shot. I'm back, okay? Believe me."
Umm what do we say to that? As long as he still isn't a complete prick-bag then everything will be just fine, that's what I say. The game continues. It's third period and the score is 2-2. Jesse takes the face off and passes to Guy. Behind our net they come together. The "flying V" is Jesse, Charlie, Guy, Averman and Fulton. It looks really cool when they do that and it keeps the puck well protected. Averman scores making it 3-2 and we win. We're still in the tournament and going strong.
((By the way, in case you haven't noticed, I know diddly squat about hockey so forgive me when I describe games. Review and I'll try and update A.S.A.P. x0))