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A/N: Thanks for the reviews ') I'm glad people like that "what is wrong with these people?" line. Anyway, enjoy the chapter, and readers, please review the story if you like it. It'll inspire me to keep updating, and give me the motivation to finish this story. Okaay, on to the chapter.

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"Who are you talking about?" Luis asked, and Julie nodded along, ready for an answer.

"Well…" Charlie laughed nervously.

I looked at Charlie, and he was smiling nervously. He was trying to make up an excuse for me, but in my fear, and anger, I felt an undying need to tell Julie that I would really like us to get to know each other. I think that's an easier way to say I like you, right? It sure is. I got up, and nudged Luis to move and Julie watched me sit down. She looked confused, and knew that I had something to say.

"Julie, I have something to tell you." You're actually doing this Banks. You are actually doing this. Boy, are you a man now.

"Yeah, Banks?" Her face was filled with curiosity, but also a little fear. But did fear bring me down? Oh no, it did not.

"Julie." I paused for dramatic affect, "I like you, and I would really like to get to know you."

She smiles, and the hockey arena behind her disappears. There isn't any noise, no cheering, no Charlie laughing his butt off because I was actually going for it. All I hear is a, "Sure. I'd like to get to know you too."

Are you serious? Hah, that would never happen, well I can picture it in my mind, but note the words, in my mind. Now, there's a chance it really won't happen anytime soon, since Julie and Luis eyes are begging for an explanation.

"Charlie was just hitting on me. You know, just making a homosexual joke towards me. He thinks its funny when he says things like that, but really," Banks moved in closer to Luis and Julie. "It's pretty freaking weird."

Luis raised his eyebrow at Charlie, "Yeah, it's not the best joke in the world Charlie."

"Hah." Charlie forced a smile, "Well, now I know."

They continued to watch the game, cheering for their team mates, and I turned to Charlie, who was red and glaring.

"That's the best excuse you could make up?" He growled.

"That's the best you could whisper?" I asked returning the glare.

"Fine." Charlie shrugged his shoulders, "No big deal. No one will know about this. It's all good, Banksie boy. It's all good."

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"Charlie," Averman moved closer to Charlie and batted his eyes, "Am I the girl you want?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, sighed, and I walked away from the team, who were toppling over laughing, and I smiled to myself.

What am I going to do anyway? Should I go talk to her about it? I mean, everyone else seems to think I should. But then again, they aren't like me. Shy, and awkward. I should probably take care of this whole girl talking problem now. It would really help in the future. But, what do I say? What should I say? How do I approach her? What happens if she likes me too? What if she doesn't like me? What if she will later on? How long would we have to take to get to know each other? How long would we date? What we do since we live so far away from each other? What happens when we're in college, do we go to the same one?

"I'm gonna throw up," I mumbled, and sat down on a random bench with Coach sitting on the other side.

"Adam," He saw me hold my head in my hand. "Are you okay?"

No Coach, I'm not okay. This girl feels a little different. Maybe it's because I talked to her, and we have things in common. Oh, and I'm asking myself questions that don't even make any sense since I've only had one real conversation with her. I really don't think this is okay.

If I ever told Coach that, I don't think he would have one inspiring word to say. He'd think I was crazy. I don't think Coach knows what to say to crazy people, he just knows how to operate hockey teams, and manipulate the court room.

"Yeah Coach, I'm fine."

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Ah, damn, dropped my toothbrush. I looked at it, now on the ground, wrapped with a paper towel. Not just on the brush, but around the handle. My mom makes me do that; wrap it all around, when I could just wrap it around the brush. I stared at it, sitting in the middle of the hallway, on the way to me and Charlie's dorm.

I'm gonna go brush my teeth now Connie.

My jaw dropped and I stood still. It was Julie's voice. I'm right by their dorm. Oh man, oh man. Don't move, Banks. Be invisible.

Okay, I'll come in a minute.

The door knob to my right began to turn slowly, and my eyes got wide. I looked at the knob, then my toothbrush that was right in front of their door. Run for it! I bent over to grab my toothbrush, and a girl tripped over my body, and plopped on top of me. I collapsed to the ground.

Oh my goodness.

"Banks?" She sounded confused, as we were sprawled in the tiny hallway. Connie ran to the door, and laughed. "What are you doing?"

I looked up at Connie, who was covering her mouth trying not to laugh so loud.

"I dropped my toothbrush."

"Oh." She said, and picked herself up.

"I'm sorry. I was in a rush when I got out of the room," She held a hand out to me, and I took it, quickly getting up.

"Oh no, it's okay. I was…" I thought of something to say, "I was bending. It's okay. It's really not your fault."

We stood there in an awkward silence I pictured only movies could contain.

"All right, well I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Goodnight." I turned and walked away quickly.

"Banks wait!" Julie called out, and I turned back to them. "Your toothbrush?" She held up my wad of a paper towel.

"Oh, heh, yeah." I ran to them and took my toothbrush. "Thanks. Goodnight… again."

Oh, you idiot.