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A/N: This is the sequel to the other Mighty Ducks stories "The Way Things Are" and "The Way Things Were". We recommend you read those two first. However, this can also be read as a stand-alone story. Please read and review.

Chapter 9

March 27th, 1998

Adam's POV:

I had been back at Lakeshore for a few weeks now and life had never been harder…

And that was coming from me!

I had spent the last couple of weeks doing endless amounts of chores, all whilst on crutches and a scooter. My ribs were on the mend and the doctors decided that my concussion was fine after I stopped vomiting in the helicopter on the way to the hospital. No phone calls or any communication to the outside world. And I hadn't heard anything from Charlie, Gunnar, or the Ducks since I left the hospital. So much for a postcard from Philly.

The boys were worse than usual, with all the extra chores Dr. Binford was making me do, they had even more reasons to mock me.

…..

I was in the laundry, yep that was one of my jobs doing everyone else's dirty washing. They delivered it to me, and I sorted it, washed it, dry it, folded it, and delivered it back to the spot to go up to the rooms. It was always the same: Monday's was room one and two's turn, Tuesday's was room three and four's turn, Wednesday's was room five and six's turn, Thursday's was room seven and eight's turn, Friday's was the bath towels, kitchen, and dining room laundry. I would pick up the day's laundry at 11:00 and would take it into the laundry room to be sorted and start the washing. Then in between classes the rest of the day I would work on laundry and have it ready for that room to pick up to go back upstairs by 11:00 the next day. Afterschool it was to the kitchen to help with supper. After supper I had to do the indoor cleaning chores after my homework was done. My sessions with Dr. Freeman increased from 3 sessions to 6 sessions a week. It was a living nightmare.

No actually; it was HELL.

"Oh, Adam. I got my socks back today and they were the ugliest shade of pink and funnily enough Parker's red shirt is slightly lacking in color. Coincidence? I don't fucking think so!" I heard a voice behind me as I was chopping onions for supper.

Steven.

"Fuck off!" I said, using my crutches to pull myself up.

"What you wanna take this outside faggot?" Steven asked.

I plopped back down onto the stool I was sitting on and picked up my knife again. He knew I wasn't allowed.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," Steven said.

"Steven you have 3 seconds to get out of here or you will be peeling potatoes," Mrs. Anderson the chef said.

Steven made like a tree and left.

Bella's POV

"Hey Charlie," The head cheerleader Zara said, walking up to our table.

"Hey," he answered, looking at me. I nodded.

"We're having a little get together tonight, you in?" Zara asked.

"Uh, yeah. I guess why not, can Bella come?" Charlie asked.

Zara giggled before she said, "Of course she's invited silly, duh!"

"Sorry, I didn't think about that," Charlie said.

"Don't be sorry silly boy, be at my place at eight o'clock," Zara said.

"Cool, see you then," Charlie said.

She skipped off over to her friends on the other side of the library.

Charlie turned to me and smugly said, "We just got invited to a senior's party."

"And do you know why that is?" I asked.

"My charm and good looks?" Charlie said and then he smiled at me.

"The words on the backs of our letterman jackets," I said.

We were both wearing them, neither of us cared that the hockey season was over. Most people had theirs done to say their last names, Though Charlie had gone with "The Captain" and mine simply said "Ace".

"You're the captain of the 12th consecutive state championship team that this school has had. We're big news, just like Riley was," I said.

"Are you comparing me to Rick Riley, Isabella?" Charlie asked.

"As long as you don't let it get to your head, Charles," I said.

"Don't call me Charles," Charlie said.

"Then don't call me Isabella," I said.

He kissed me, hard before he said, "Sorry Angel."

I giggled giving into his waiting arms.

…

Charlie Conway was many things, though the only one that could commit to my head… was stupid. We had gone to the party and it was not what Zara has described. Yep definitely not a small get together. Some of the other Ducks were there: Connie, Guy, The Bash Brothers and Gunnar. Or as one cheerleader referred to him 'the hot Icelandic dude.' If only she knew.

Anyway, Charlie was off the charts drunk and I appeared to be the only completely sober one there so oops. By the time we left to walk back to school, nothing was going right. Portman and Fulton had their arms around Gunnar, who appeared to be more of a lightweight than my brother. Connie and I were on Charlie duty. With Guy walking behind us.

When we walked into Gunnar and Charlie's dorm. Charlie swayed and then projectile vomited up everything that he had eaten that night. Chunks of bile covered partially chewed chicken spurted up his throat, onto the semi clean carpet. I looked at Gunnar who was passed out on Adam's old bed, then at Connie.

"Believe it or not, this is not how I planned on spending my Friday night," I said.

"Sorry, hon, but I got to go check on Guy. Good luck," Connie said.

I hugged her goodbye and then grimaced at the sound of the two boys puking behind me.

But honestly who could possibly think of a better bonding activity than rubbing your boyfriend and teammates backs while they are praying to the porcelain God and in the shower in the communal bathroom, respectively.

Charlies POV

I woke up lying on the tiles of the communal bathroom. Bella was stroking my hair; I had a killer headache and my stomach felt terrible. I had the sudden urge to vomit, and I think Bella saw it coming as she moved so I had full access to the shower. I wiped my mouth and looked over at Gunnar in the next shower stall.

"What Happened to us?" I asked.

"You both got really drunk last night at the party, but I think you must have had a bug or something because usually when Ollie got drunk from parties, he only threw up twice and was fine," Bella said.

"Oh, would you quit your yelling I have a headache," I said.

I heard vomiting on the other side of the shower wall. Gunnar was projectile vomiting all over in that shower stall and he was abnormally white.

Gunnar's POV:

My stomach lurched again; I could feel my dinner from vhe previous night coming up my vhroat vith vhe bile's acidic vaste. I vurned vo vell Bella but instead my vomit came up all over her and Charlie.

"Gunnar, I need you to stay there okay? I'm going to go and get Charlie changed and then I'll come back for you," Bella said.

All I could do vas nod.

A/N: Well what do you think? I know a filler chapter. Don't fret, the next chapter will have a blessed event occur in Gordon, Michele, Adam, Bella, and Charlie's lives. Please review!