Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Ducks. The song lyrics down there, used to reflect Adam's feelings, is called 100 Times by Hit the Lights.

A/N: I'm so sorry the last chapter was kind of a downer; thanks to those who reviewed it though. But I'm trying to recover the story by updating today, with a more... well, not as sarcastic or humorous, but more emotional chapter. A new side to the shy Adam Banks we've come in contact with. I hope you like this chapter, and readers, please review. Tell me your say on the whole twist that I threw in here, I'm kind of craving a reaction to what you guys think of it. Good or bad? Anyway, reviews please, they keep me going.

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It's easy to see that it's hard to ignore,

Your subtle hands,
I'm catching wind,

How insincere are your finger prints.

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I feel like I just got thrust into this movie where a guy loves this girl, likes not loves this girl, but she likes someone else, and it's a mystery if the other guys likes her back, or is just out to get some. This is such an 80's movie situation. Ugh, there she goes again touch his muscular, two times bigger than mine, biceps. Was this going on for a while, and I didn't realize it?

I turned around and closed my eyes, taking a breath, with memories flashing through my mind from previous events.

Here you go, sweetie.
He called her sweetie, how did I not know?

She sat next to him that day at the lake, when Miss McKay was talking about teenagers on the verge of greatness.
How stupid can I be to not realize this?

Oh God, Banks. I turned to look at them, and they were sitting next to each other on the couch; the love seat to be specific. How irony loves to slap me in the face. I walked towards the dining room for breakfast, and I could feel this weird and new aching feeling in my chest. It felt like my heart wanted to break through my rib cage. What the hell is this? My muscles are tense, and I feel like punching the wall, or the geeky scrawny kid that just walked by. Also, I have this headache just thinking about Julie and Portman on that damn loveseat. I pushed the doors open. Am I dying? Because I have no idea what I'm feeling right now.

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I grabbed a chair at the table with Connie, Guy, and Jesse. When I aggressively sat myself down, I looked up at them, to see them pause while eating their food. Connie held bacon in her hand, and had food in her mouth, but wasn't chewing. Guy was hovered over, ready to shove scrambled eggs in his mouth. Jesse sat there with bread half in his mouth, and half still held in his hand.

"You okay Banks?" Connie asked, with her mouth full.

My face must have been red when I said this, because when I leaned in towards them, they seemed to back away. "Julie likes Portman."

"What?" Guy asked, and the three moved in closer to me.

"She didn't talk about Portman. She said he was cute, but she thought you were cuter." Connie informed me, and I titled my head, a smile forming.

"She said that? Really?"

"Concentrate Cake-eater." Jesse snapped me back, "Tell us why you think that."

"They were sitting in the love seat together, and they were flirting. I know I don't know much about flirting, but that was it."

Guy shook his head, "Okay, the love seat thing, nothing to worry about. It's a couch Banks. Flirting, well girls flirt all the time. It may mean nothing."

"What?" Connie's voice was sharp enough to break glass. Guy slowly turned his head to the right to see her glaring.

"You're not like the other girls, because you're my girl Cons." Guy smiled, and Connie shook her head bringing her attention back to me.

"Hey guys."

I looked up at Julie, who was smiling down at me. I slightly smiled back as she sat in the chair next to me. I didn't talk to her during breakfast, at all.

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"Adam!" I closed my eyes, took a breath, and turned around to Julie, who was running towards me. "Hey. Are you okay? You seemed so quiet at the breakfast table."

"Oh no, I'm just tired." That was a good excuse.

"Oh." She looked down, uncomfortable. "It kind of seemed like you were mad at me?"

Did I do that? Did I made her look all cute, and worried? Oh, I didn't mean to. I didn't even think she cared.

"Oh no, I'm not mad."

Oh. Look at that, I made her smile. Oh Julie Gaffney, I really really like-

My thoughts were interrupted by the voice, which also interrupted our conversation.

"Hey Jules, come here!" Portman called her over to where he and Fulton were talking.

Jules. He calls her Jules. Kill me now.

She looked at me, and asked, "So, you're okay?" I nodded. "We'll talk later?" I nodded again, and she walked towards them, joining into their conversation.

I've felt rejection, embarrassment, and disappointment, but this feeling is different. It's new, it's raw, and it hurts. But I wish it didn't feel like my heart was grabbed out of my chest, then thrown onto the floor for a stiletto heel to step on it repeatedly.