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A/N: I know I just updated yesterday, but I really had the urge to update today. I hope you like the chapter, and like the story too. Thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome. Readers, please tell me what you're thinking about it so far. The reviews keep me goin.
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"And it was just," I closed my eyes and sighed. "Perfect."
Connie and Guy stared at me, speechless in what to say except, "You are such a weirdo Banks."
I frowned. Weren't they excited? Julie and I talked throughout the whole flight, about everything. We talked about music, to favorite movies, to our friends, to our families, everything. We even talked about our moms always buying us Champion socks all of our lives. I told you, everything.
But these two were staring at me like it was nothing.
Guy raised an eyebrow, "You gonna tell you her you like her now?"
"Are you crazy?"
They looked at each other, and Connie shrugged, "At least its progress."
They turned around walking to the locker room, so we could get the pep talk that we had every game. Was talking to Julie really not an accomplishment? I mean I talked to her. I didn't faint. I didn't say I love you. Or maybe I was just telling the wrong couple about my accomplishment. I'm sure talking to a girl wouldn't mean so much to the couple that made out for the first time in sixth grade.
So I lifted my head up and ran as fast as a boy in hockey pads and ice skates could run, to Charlie. He would understand.
"Hey Banks," He said as I approached him with a grin on my face.
"I talked to Julie," I whispered to make sure she wasn't around me. "The whole plane ride."
Charlie stared at me for a few seconds. "Oh! That must be really big for you!"
For you. Did you hear that?
"How was it? You gonna tell her you like her now?"
What is wrong with you people?
"No. Why would I do that?"
Charlie thought, "Well, because you like her?"
"Why would I tell her?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Why would I-?"
Charlie put his hand up, and shook his head. "Forget it."
"Okay."
We walked towards the locker room, and Charlie patted my back in congratulations. Charlie's such a great guy. A really good best friend, he's trustworthy, and just awesome in support.
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"Hey, you got a girl in the stands?" Charlie asked me as I intently watched the men in the suits, with brown skinny folders. When you see people in suits observing a hockey game, you know it's gotta be the scouts. Unless people just like going to a freezing arena in their suits, then that's okay, I guess?
"No, scouts man, look at 'em."
He nudged me, and I looked at him. He looked reassuring, "Don't worry about scouts Adam, just play your best." See. He's a good friend.
He smirked, "Besides, the girl you want is right next to you." He winked, and we both looked at Julie whose head began to turn towards us. Our eyes grew wide, and even Luis turned to look at us.
I looked at Charlie, panicked and angry. He looked scared and nervous. I dislike you Charlie Conway.
"Who are you talking about?" Luis asked, and Julie nodded along, ready for an answer.
"Well-" Charlie laughed nervously.