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A/N: So, I hope you guys like the chapter. It's still on a more serious level than the other chapters, but I'm gonna get the sarcasm back in there. Enjoy, and readers, reviews please.

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Oh look, that's where I was contemplating about my toothbrush. Oh look, that's where Julie tripped over me. Oh look, the long hallway that took forever to reach the end of, when I felt Connie and Julie's eyes glued to my back when I walked away. Oh look, that's the door that opened slowly, opening the door to humiliation. Oh wait.

I took a few steps back to the open door, to Connie and Julie's dorm. She was sitting on her bed, with the phone cupped in her hand, and her face in her other hand. She looked annoyed, and exhausted.

"Yes mom." She mumbled into the receiver. "Yes mom." She rolled her eyes. "Yes mom." She sighed. "Okay, mom, bye." She hung up the phone, and shook her head.

Say something. "Hey." Oh, hah, you actually did it. Surprising, I must say.

She looked up at me, "Hey Banks."

"You okay?" You are doing so well at this whole conversation thing.

"Yeah." She fiddled with her fingers and silence filled the room. "Actually, no, it's just my mom. I'm across the country and she still makes me feel like her fingers are wrapped around my arm dragging me to where she wants me to go. Like I'm some six-year-old." She ranted and I slowly made my way into the room, and sat on Connie's bed.

"I know how you feel." I said, as she ran her fingers through her hair, and away from her face. She looked up at me, with those blue eyes.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. My dad is just like that, he's suffocating me from across the country, just like your mom." I shrugged and gave her a reassuring smile. "One day, I plan on running away. It'll probably last one day before I go back home, but one day I plan on just running away from it."

She smiled, "I'll run with you."

I don't understand. Was that- I don't understand. "Heh," I tried not to giggle like a girl, "Hah, well." I shifted to my right a little, and fell right off the bed.

"Banks!" She stood up, and grabbed my arm. "Are you okay?"

I stood up, "Yeah, I'm good. Just uh, bed got away from me."

She smiled, and I smiled back. There was an awkward feeling surrounding us. A tension. A weird tension, but a good one. There was awkwardness to it, and I felt an urge to just grab her waist and kiss her. This is an odd experience. Then we both looked down, and turned red. This tension, what do they call it?

"Hey Julie." We turned to the hallway where the voice was coming from, and Portman appeared seconds later. "Oh, hey Banks."

We stood there, and stared at him, as he glanced switched between us.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. We were just talking about suffocation." Julie informed him and he nodded. Now it was this different awkwardness. It was felt between all three of us, and it wasn't quite as exhilarating as the one me and Julie had.

"Oh, that's cool."

Julie and I nodded.

"So, uh. Practice, anybody?" I asked in attempt to break the silence.

"Yeah, sounds good." Julie walked past Portman, and down the hall. He looked at me, gave a quick smile, and followed her.

This is not good. Not good at all. I closed the door behind me, and followed behind them. Hey, Julie's butt is pretty cute.

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"What did you do?" Ken asked, as we sat in a circle on the ice, discussing the girls that Averman was trying to impress, but he fell on his face trying to do so. Literally. It was an hour ago when we were practicing, and the hot brunette girl came with her red haired friend to watch us. Averman saw her smile at him, and he fell straight on his face, with no one around him, and no reason to fall at all. Poor Averman. If he knew that I fell off the bed, with no push, he wouldn't feel so bad about himself.

"I skated away, and never looked back." Averman frowned, and the team laughed. Poor Averman.

"Banks randomly fell today too!" Julie blurted out, giggling, and lightly pushing me.

Aw man, Julie. At least Averman feels better now. I blushed profusely, and Julie noticed, as her smile faded, into an 'oops' face.

"No, it's okay. I'm used to embarrassment from the team." I told her, and looked around at the team, who were all waiting to hear what happened. "Nothing big, I just pulled a Banks. Slightly moved to the right a little, and just fell off the bed completely."

The team laughed.

"Where was this?" Connie asked.

I looked at Julie, as I answered, "Uh, your dorm actually. Julie and I were talking, and I fell off."

Connie looked at Guy, smiling, as he began to chuckle.

"Yeah, Banks is a pretty good listener." Julie patted my shoulder, and I shrugged. "No really, you are."

"Yeah, you guys looked like you were in a pretty intense conversation." Portman said, as me and Julie turned our glances to the boy who was staring at us, contemplatively.

There goes that intense awkwardness again. Only this time I was sure that the whole team felt it. Why is it so hot in here? We're sitting on ice. We're not even practicing, and I swear this place is a furnace. Maybe it's because Portman's stare is burning me to death.

"I fall off my bed all the time." Charlie said, breaking the silence.

Well, at least he tried to.

"I do too." Averman attempted, as well.

"I'm not surprised," Connie replied, and Averman glared in return.

"I'm pretty hungry," Jesse said.

Guy followed in a reply, "Yeah, food sounds good. Come on you guys." Guy got up first, and the team slowly followed. I looked at Julie, who looked nervous, and then got up to follow the team into the locker room. This was definitely not good.