Disclaimer: I do not own any of the ducks, or the thoughts in Adam's mind.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I liked them. ') Ah, reviews what a source of inspiration and motivation. I'm glad anonymous readers are reviewing too, thanks for those. Finals are over, so I was feeling very generous to the world, and I decided to update. I hope you enjoy this chapter because I have no clue when I can update next because I'm going on vacation and my trusty laptop is not going to be with me. When I have time to get to a computer, and brew up a chapter, I will definitely update though. Anyway, have fun imaging our loveable Adam in this chapter. Reviews please, I love any type of feedback. Plus, the reviews make me want to make the chapters really good for you guys ')

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So you must be asking, "Where did this irrational fear of girls come to play"? Well, let me count the ways. I smiled at this girl at the mall once. She and her friends started giggling, and I knew it wasn't because they thought I was cutest boy in the mall. I had a crush on this girl in school; she was pretty and popular, which was probably my first mistake. Well, this one day, I was unprepared for P.E., and so was she. She sat there on the bleachers, watching what seemed to be tiny specs running around this huge red track. What did I do? Well, Adam Banks got the guts to sit next to her, and I wasn't sitting on her lap or anything, but it was an arm length distance away, when we had empty bleachers surrounding us. It would've made sense to sit there if I was going to say anything, but you guessed it, I didn't say a word. After five minutes, she walked away and sat on the other side of the bleachers. I knew she was as nice as I thought she was, because a mean pretty girl would've left when I sat down, but she dealt with my awkwardness, which is something I will always admire in her.

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Irony is a funny thing. Julie sat next to me at the breakfast table. My eyes grew wide seeing her in my peripheral vision.

"Hi," She said. I looked up at her, and she smiled.

"Hi," I croaked. A confident Banksie would have said, "Hi, I haven't formally met you, I'm Adam Banks.'" He would have shaken her hand too. Normal Banks just sat there slightly smiling, staring at his plate, as Julie's gaze started to look away and her smile faded. I glanced up at Charlie and Fulton, who turned their heads away to laugh at me.

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"You and Guy are a happy couple, right?" I asked Connie as she sat on the couch, reading a book. We were the only two sitting in the room outside of the dining room, but I felt like there were a million raising eyebrows all because of my one question.

She slowly looked up at me, "I don't know. You can take him if you really want him, Banks."

"Oh no!" My eyes were wide, and my face was red. "I just- it's because- well..."

"Breathe, Banksie, breathe." She put her book down and concentrated on my rambling words. "Now tell me about your love for Guy and maybe I'll consider giving him up, just for you."

I was not in love with Guy. I wouldn't be hesitating to tell Connie this, if I didn't have to explain to her why I even blurted out this question. Seriously, I'm not in love with Guy, love the kid, he's a great friend, and anyway, the whole team is convinced that Connie and Guy will end up getting married. They really will, no matter how many fights they gets into that the ducks have to fix. Well not the ducks, mostly it's just Charlie. The ducks would have to be there when they get married, at least Charlie would, because he's the best friend to both of them, who always has to soothe things out. It goes like this. Connie gets mad, Guy backs off, just hangs back with the guys, Charlie fixes it, and tells Guy that it's okay to talk to Connie again, because she isn't mad and just she misses him. It's a good relationship that the three of them have. So the point of my question is that I wanted to know if being the team couple was worth all the attention the team gives you. I'm sure Connie and Guy would like to have a fight where Charlie doesn't have to fix it, and they can fix it themselves. I'm sure as hell that they would want one time, at least one time, where they can kiss and the whole team won't tell them to get a room. I let a whole minute pass by saying nothing, and Connie is stared at me, scared, not humored, because she was starting to reconsider if this was a joke.

"Banks." She waved a hand in my face, "You're not really in love with Guy, are you? If you were, you would be very odd competition for me."

"No, I swear I'm not. You can keep your boyfriend."

"Keep me as a boyfriend?" Guy walked in. Oh great. He's never going to be comfortable around me if Connie tells him what I said, and I don't give them an explanation. Now I have to give both of them an explanation.

"We're a happy couple, right Guy?" Connie asked as he sat down next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder.

"I guess." Connie's head snapped to look at him, and he stuttered, "Yes, yeah, we are. We're happy. We're good. We're always happy, baby." He smiled at her, and she looked at me while his eyes got wide.

"See Banksie, we are. Now why did you ask me that?"

Guy's relieved look quickly left, and he suddenly looked nervous, "You asked if we were a happy couple? W-why would you ask that?"

"You can breathe; you're not the one I have in mind."

Guy nodded, "Is it another duck?"

"Yes."

"We don't have any other girl ducks, man." Guy smiled, "You trying to tell us something?"

"No!" I yelled then Connie and Guy laughed.

Connie gasped, "Other girl ducks! You like Julie!"

Do you hear that? Yeah, that's my world collapsing.

"Can you say it any louder?" I yelled in a whisper.

"Oh, sorry," Connie apologized. "What are you gonna do?"

"Nothing," I answered her like doing something would be the most absurd thing in the world.

"Nothing?" Connie raised an eyebrow, "You're not gonna tell her?"

"I can't even talk to her." I shook my head, disappointed in myself.

"That's a problem," Guy stated the obvious. "Just make some conversation, it's easy."

Connie looked at Banks and shook her head, "No, no. You remember it took quite a while to start a conversation with me, and he didn't even like me like that."

"Oh yeah," Guy nodded. "Very true."

Yeah, let's just discuss how hopeless I am in the girl department.

"Aw." Connie grinned, "You guys are gonna get married, you guys would be really cute."

"You have to actually talk to your spouse, Cons." Guy leaned into the couch.

"It's okay Preppy." Connie smiled at me, "We'll fix the whole talking problem."

She was smiling, but Connie was the scariest person ever when she said that. Probably because I knew she was going to take some kind of action. She's going to handcuff us together in a locked room, until we have an actual, decent conversation. I just know she is.