Author's note: Hey guys, again, thanks for all of the awesome reviews. I love that you love it. On a totally unrelated note, I'm going to be having stomach problems for the next couple of days. Our idiot government is going to be voting on the draft. Say a prayer that it doesn't go through. That's the last thing anyone needs at this point in history. gets off soapbox

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Chapter 6: The Perfect Story

Passion. Passion. What am I passionate about? She said I needed to find something I care about. God, I have nothing! I've been sitting her for an hour and I have nothing. When it comes to sports, I'm passionate about hockey. But I have to keep the article female. Women's pro teams? They don't exist yet. Women who play hockey? Too narrow. Women in predominantly male sports? That's it!

Connie sat at her computer, and quickly walked over to the phone, picked it up and dialed Julie's hotel room. It rang three times.

Julie had been staring out at the lights of Broadway with tears in her eyes. It's not everyday you find out your best friend considers her life started after she left you behind. But then again, Connie wasn't really her best friend anymore. She walked over sat on the bed. She hoped it was Adam.

"Hello." She said quietly.

"Julie! Thank God you're awake." Connie said. "Listen, I need to interview you for my article. I'm doing it on women in men's sports. I'm going to talk to you and Tammy Duncan too. And I've sent a few e-mails out to some girls from college I remember, one who played baseball, and one who played football. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah," Julie said coldly. "But why would you want to interview me?"

"Are you kidding? If we want to talk about women in a men's sport, it's hard not to think of you. You who won the gold for us in the Goodwill games? You who went into high school practically cold and then started for four years? Come on Julie, you're perfect for it."

"Yeah, but I mean, wasn't all that before your life really started anyway?" Julie said, sharply pointing the words.

"What?" Connie said weakly, they had hit their mark. "What are you saying Julie?"

"Ask Alex." Julie said and hung up the phone. Connie shook her head.

Ask Alex? What does that mean?

The next morning Connie was still sitting at her computer, typing diligently. She had been up all night, exchanging e-mails and phone calls with people. She had a great start, but she knew no matter how good she got it, it would be missing Julie's perspective. As she stared at the screen she, Alex walked in.

"Hey baby!" She said walking over and giving him a kiss. "You look tired."

"I was out walking all night." He said. "We need to talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" She said. "Julie said something weird when I talked to her last night. She said to ask you about it. Does it have anything to do with that?"

"I want to talk about Guy." He said. "I want to know why you lied to me about him."

"How did you find out?" She said quietly.

"He had a few too many last night." Alex explained. "Connie, I love you. But I feel like I don't even know you. I mean, you had this whole other life, that I know nothing about. You have this huge hang up about the past, so much that I didn't even know that my college roommate was one of your best friends from childhood. Why did you say you had never had a serious relationship before?"

"Because I hadn't!" Connie said.

"Twelve years is pretty serious Con." Alex said. "I should have known about that."

"But we weren't serious Alex." Connie said. "It was extended puppy love. The ducks have this way of making time stand still. Like we never really grow up, we're always ten years old. That's why when I left and grew up a little I ended it with Guy."

"I still wish you had told me." He said. "It got pretty messy. The bash brother's had to pull us off each other."

"Really?" Connie said in disbelief. "You fought him? That's so cute! He could have killed you!"

"Hey!" Alex said tickling her to a position under him and then kissing her. "What's that supposed to mean."

"Nothing," She giggled. "Look, I have to get back to work. If I don't have this done by tomorrow, I lose my job."

"Yeah, I'll leave you." Alex said and headed towards the door. "Oh, what did Julie say to you?"

"What?" Connie said. "Oh, something about my life starting when I got to New York. I don't even know where she got it from."

"Right," He said, calculating, "I'll talk to Adam, maybe she talked to him or he can talk to her. We can't have the maid of honor not talking to the bride." He walked out.

Connie grabbed her coat and walked outside to hail a cab. She knew exactly where she needed to go.

Guy moaned as a knock on the door woke him from his sleep. Who would be coming over? All of the ducks knew to stay away when he had a hangover.

"Connie?" He mumbled when he opened the door.

"Listen ass head, the next time you want to beat up my fiancé please have a valid reason." Connie sighed.

"He hit me first Connie." Guy said. "I don't start fights with guys I can kill, but I don't back down when some idiot punches me."

"You're a nasty drunk, Guy." Connie said sharply. "You always have been."

"Yeah, well, you're a liar." He said just as sharp. "That's a new development."

"I didn't lie!" Connie said.

"Please, 'This is Guy, my best friend from back home'" He laughed. "That's a lie, Connie Moreau."

"No it wasn't Guy." Connie said. "That's all you are to me now."

"Really?" He said. "Just, your best friend. Not even your first love?"

"We didn't love each other Guy." Connie said quietly, sitting down on the bed. "We didn't even know what love was."

"I loved you Connie." Guy said sitting next to her. "I know that. I loved you, I do love you and I always will." He leaned in and kissed her, slowly, she started to kiss back.

"No," she stopped pulling away. "I can't. I don't love you anymore Guy. I'm getting married in three days and I'd appreciate it if you went back to Minnesota." She stood up and walked out of the room slamming the door. Once it was closed she leaned up against the wall and started to cry.

"I just can't believe she doesn't want to even think of us as a part of her life." Julie said pacing back and forth in her room, while Adam, Charlie and the Bash Brothers sat playing poker. "I mean, if we weren't a part of her life, then what were we?"

"I'm sure she doesn't mean it like, she wished she hadn't known us." Adam said. "She just probably doesn't want to harp on the past."

"It's stupid." Fulton said. "We're a part of each other."

"Exactly!" Julie said exasperated. "Ugh!" She fell back onto the bed.

"Julie," Charlie said quietly. "Talk to her. I mean, we were all a little drunk last night, and this all came from the guy who didn't even know we existed until three months ago. Granted, he's kind of a pompous ass…"

"He's a good guy, really." Adam interrupted. "But, I mean, let's face it, we can be a little over whelming."

"Speak for your self preppy," Portman said. "I'm incredibly loveable. Julie, you said that the brunette bridesmaid was into me right."

"Shut up Portman!" Julie said. "Hey, have any of you seen Guy this morning?"

"Disturb Guy on a hangover? Are you stoned?" Fulton said, throwing some chips into the pot.

"Good point." She shrugged. "God, I'm just so pissed about this you know?"

"Help her with her story at least, Jules." Adam said. "Come on, what could it hurt?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Julie said. "I'll be back later. Don't eat from the mini bar."

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