Chapter 3: Pillow Talk
a/n: Just want to remind you that the italicized words are the characters' thoughts; otherwise it is used to emphasize a word during speech. Thanks!
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"So, you want to tell me what that was about?" Guy asked as he opened the door to his room. He stepped aside to let Connie in before shutting the door behind him.
"What, Dean and Julie?" She plopped on Guy's bed and chucked her bag on the floor. "They've been like that since they hooked up." Connie frowned at her.
"No, I'm not talking about that." he answered, picking up some of Russ' clothes off the floor and tossing it on his bed. "I'm talking about you and Julie. The two of you were giggling like maniacs out there on the hallway. What, you won the lottery or something?"
"Oh that," she replied as Guy took a seat beside her. "I got this letter from my uncle telling me they've gone to Australia for some business, probably the whole summer." A grin crept on her face as Connie remembered that she was going to spend the summer with her best friend.
He gently took her hand into hands and began playing with it. "And that's a good thing because…"
"Because Julie just invited me to spend my summer in Maine." She leaned against his chest. "We're going there right after the team's two-week vacation to Hawaii."
"And they're okay with that?"
"Yeah," she quickly answered.
"Uh huh, right." Guy cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Well okay, not exactly," Connie slowly responded. "But it's basically what they told me, except it's the other way around."
"What exactly did they say?"
"That I could bring some friends over for the summer to keep me company." She shrugged it off.
"So instead of buying a ticket to go there, you'll be using it to go to Maine with Julie?" Connie nodded. "Huh, I see." Guy slowly let go of her hand. Here it comes!
Did I just hear that? "'Huh'? What 'huh'?" Connie tipped her head towards him and waited for an answer. "Guy Germaine, what are you 'huh'-ing me about?" He better explain himself this time. The last thing she wanted was another fight with Guy over something as silly as a trip to Maine.
It was mean, he knew, but he just loves pulling Connie's leg. "Nothing," he answered, raising both his hands.
She could already feel her temperature rising. 'Nothing', my ass! There's absolutely nothing about that 'huh'! The last time he made that sound, we ended up not talking to each other for a week! I'm giving him twenty – no! – fifteen seconds to explain himself or I'll storm out here faster that he can say 'Cons'. Connie squinted at him, as if trying to read his mind.
Guy could already see the gears turning in her head. Let's see… arms across the chest, and right foot tapping.
As if on cue, Connie crossed her arms on her chest and lightly tapped her foot. Seven seconds, Germaine!
Guy smiled inwardly. He loved the way she looked whenever she's getting upset. I'd better stop pulling her leg or there will be hell to pay later. With all seriousness that he could muster, he opened his mouth to speak. "Your uncle gave you permission to have some friends stay over and it never occurred to you to invite your own boyfriend for the summer?" He was trying hard to look miffed. Emphasis on trying hard. "Don't you know how much that hurts me? There is so much to do around there when you have your boyfriend for company the whole summer." Guy then smiled at her deviously.
Again, she had been caught unaware and unprepared by one of Guy's crazy tricks. What, is that the third time this day? Connie huffed indignantly and grabbed the nearest pillow she could find. "Ohh, I hate it when you do that! You're really mean, Germaine!" She whacked him a couple of times with it. "Why do you always have to psyche me out?!"
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry!" Guy started laughing, while trying to fend of the pillow.
With their on-off relationship for the past couple of years, her reaction to him was just typical. It was, no matter how bizarre, the only way he could tell that she was 'good old Connie'. She would be absolutely in love with him one minute and be dangerously livid the next. Strong and feisty, yet vulnerable at the same time. The same 'Connie' he'd been in love with, ever since he was toddler.
Guy suddenly grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's just that, do you know you look cute when you're upset?" He planted a light kiss on her nose.
"I don't know." She wondered out aloud, biting her lip. "They tell me I grow ten feet taller… suddenly sports claws on my fingers… yells like a crazy bitch… hmm, I'm not sure that would exactly pass for 'cute'."
"Yeah, but that just happens on special occasions, Cons. You know, on cat fights and stuff."
"And you don't know how close this has been on becoming that one." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Why can't you just be like other men who gets their tick by asking their girlfriends to dress up and then say," Connie lowered her voice to imitate a man, "'you look hot, babe'."
"I think you're confusing me for Portman."
"Shut up!" She playfully smacked him on the shoulders. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know." Guy conceded. "But you have this thing, you know, when you're upset. Just drives me wild." He grinned at her.
"Weirdo."
"You've been telling me that since we were kids." Guy combed his hairs with his hand and gave her an exaggerated smile – a movie star smile. "That's the reason you fell madly in love with me, remember?"
"Uggh, you are impossible, Guy Germaine!"
"Impossible to resist, I know." Without warning, Guy leaned in for a kiss. He became aware of her arms moving behind him and felt it wrapped itself on the back of his neck. The feeling of her warm, soft lips into his made him weak at the knees.
They tumbled on the bed, but managed to pull themselves upright without even breaking the kiss.
Connie had given him thousands of kisses already, but it never seemed to lose its effects on him. He sat there, savoring each of her sweet kisses.
Guy had the same effect on her. He was always a gentleman; his kisses always soft and tender, never forcing itself unto her. She could feel herself melt into his strong arms. If she'd one wish to last a lifetime, she'd wish to be stuck there in his arms forever.
Connie pulled back her head slightly, catching her breath. She could feel Guy's arm still wrapped around her. "Have you been getting pointers from Luis?" she whispered, a slight smile appeared on her face.
"What if I am," he countered slyly. Guy brushed aside a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. He studied her for a while, running his hands delicately through her face. A smile broke out on his face. For a moment, he stood there, marveling at her beauty.
"What?" She asked, rather self-conscious. Her cheeks were turning pink and her heart was pounding. You've been dating him since you were ten, Moreau. Why the hell are you sitting here, feeling like it's your first goddamn kiss! Connie unconsciously started twirling his golden locks into her fingers.
"Just making sure I wasn't dreaming."
She frowned at him a little.
"I'm standing here, inches from most beautiful girl in the world," he murmured to her ear, "and I just want to make sure it's not a dream."
There was a pause. "It's a good thing it's you and not Luis who's the one in front of me saying those lines," she mumbled back. "'Cause if he was, I'd outright laugh at his face and storm the hell outta here." Connie couldn't help but smile. There was no resisting Guy Germaine's boyish charms. "You could have just asked me to pinch you."
"Well, yeah," he answered tentatively, "but how else could I put those lessons into use?"
"No, you just did that to shut me up."
"Is it working?"
"I don't know. Try again," she suggested.
Guy leaned again to kiss her. After a few seconds into it, however, the door suddenly opened wide and Russ came barging in, guffawing. It was then that he noticed the two of them sitting at the foot of Guy's bed.
Surprised, both of them jumped back a little.
"Hi, Russ," Connie greeted him.
"Hey, man," Guy greeted rather guiltily, his cheeks turning red.
Russ rolled his eyes. "Get a room." He walked over, went over to his desk, and rummaged for something.
They just posed there like statues, stupefied. Connie turned crimson while Guy just blinked at him.
"Uh, not this room."
She stared at him, completely mortified at her teammate's comments. It's not the first time a teammate caught them in the middle of... something. In fact, everyone of the Ducks had walked in on them on more than one occasion. Still, it doesn't make it less awkward for all of them.
"I'd better go," Connie finally recovered and stood up. "I remember something I have to do." She hastily grabbed her bag on the floor.
"I'll walk you to your room," he said, turning to Connie. As they walked out, Guy gave him and evil glare.
"What?" he called out after him, peeking into the hallway. "Hey, I live here too!"
Adam sighed as he fell into his bed. For the past forty-five minutes, he had been moping around his room thinking whether or not Connie and Guy were making out in his room… or hers. He grabbed the tennis ball on top of his side drawer and began throwing it to the ceiling. "I've got to stop torturing myself," he whispered to the room. Not as if that phrase was new. Now I sound like a broken record. Didn't I just say that line ten minutes ago? For seven years now, he'd been doing and thinking the same thing about them. Every single goddamn night.
Except of course when Connie and Guy had a fight.
Whenever that happens, Connie would 'conveniently' find him walking around the girls' dorms. Then he would be 'conveniently' there to listen to her lash out how 'stupid' and 'insensitive' Guy was. Of course, Adam would always be there to comfort her. Oh, how… 'convenient' could he get!
No wonder they think I'm gay! He tossed the ball to the ceiling angrily. I'm like Julie, without the racks.
Some people saw his still being single as a sign of being gay. He was smart, rich, good-looking, and a damn good hockey player. And he's just seventeen! If he wanted, he could have any girl by his side. Just not Connie, though. He'd be blind not to notice that she's already by Guy's side.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. The ball hit the ceiling and came down with more force, and he was too wrapped up in his thoughts that he failed to catch it. Adam lifted his head and glanced at the clock. It read 5:25. Thirty-five more minutes before practice.
Fifteen more minutes of moping around and I'll get my gear ready. He wondered what Connie was doing right now. Adam stared off into space. This afternoon was a close one. Portman's jealous nature distracted them from him the first time. Adam touched his cheeks lightly and flinched. It was still sore from all the pinching he did. Geez, if acted any more idiotic than I did, they would surely notice something was up. He's been playing charades with everybody else for the past… seven years. Acting like he and Connie were nothing more than brother and sister. How long could he possibly keep it up? Five, ten, fifteen years more?
Maybe two weeks in Hawaii with the rest of the Ducks will do him good. Assuming, of course, that he could get her off his mind the whole time. Yeah, right. Even there, she'll probably be off with Guy somewhere.
Adam exhaled loudly. "Face it, Banks. You'll never be more that a close friend." His own words stung him. It's true, I'll never be. How could I possibly compete with Guy when he's got fifteen years with Connie against my seven years with her? They're practically attached to the hip... Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. He wiped it off and angrily rubbed his eyes. What now, he's going to cry? Jesus, then I must be gay! Why else would I be here crying?!
He got up and placed the ball back on his table. No use crying over something you can never ever have. He composed himself for a few minutes, before finally shutting the door behind.
Practice that night was pretty exhausting. Adam collapsed on his bed a few hours later, and sleep almost immediately took over.
Good. That meant no Connie dreams tonight.
Alright, that was just a little peek into what's going on with the three. Don't forget to write a review!!! Thanks!
NYgoldfish54: Thanks for your support, Kristine. I'm really happy you like my story. :P
anne918: Hey there, Gina. i like julie with either adam or portman too, but more with portman. i think it's because they're so opposite of each other. they look cute together. anyway, grazie! :P
Emily: haha, i doubt he will! anyway, i hope you still have Bruno stashed away somewhere. i have yet to find the perfect hiding place. P
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