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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Okay, so I know I tease my readers' way too much with this story, so it's the chapter you've all been waiting for; just read to see what I'm talking about. I hope you guys like this chapter, and I'm gonna be ending this story soon, but I'm thinking about making a sequel, only in Julie's point of view. What do you guys think? Should I, shouldn't I? Tell me what you think about that idea, and tell me what you think about this chapter; sorry it's kind of on the long side. Keep those reviews coming, please! Enjoy.

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After I came back to the group, sat next to Julie, and settled my self into the very comfortable couch, Connie grabs my arm, and drags me towards the elevator. Charlie, Jesse, and Guy were in sync with our every step.

Her nails were digging into my skin, by the time we ran into the closing metal door, and she jumped, her brown hair flying up and down. She had a smile on her face, but I swear this is how she looks like when she wants to kill Guy, like kill Guy. I could've sworn that the elevator was going to stop, leaving us in that small room, with the elevator music for hours.

"Dude, you so have balls now!" Guy yelled, giving me a 'congrats' punch in the arm.

I smiled, as Jesse and Charlie began to rough me up, as well, "Thanks." My smiled faded and I thought, "I think."

"No, no, it's a good thing Cake-eater!" Jesse was oddly jovial. I didn't expect him to be this happy. "You stood up the big Dean Portman, and said, get off my girl, bitch!"

My eyes grew wide, but I started laughing hysterically. We walked out of the elevator, towards me and Charlie's dorm, "Wait." I stopped walking. "I didn't tell Portman that."

"What did you say?" Charlie asked me, and I knew the celebration would soon fade.

"Well, I was talking to Julie, and I found out she didn't like Portman. So I asked Portman if he liked her, and he said no, and something about me not knowing how she feels, I don't know, and he said that I should go for it." I explained, and the excited faces fell.

"Oh," Connie said. Yeah, there it goes.

"No, No!" Guy came up to me, grabbing my right shoulder, "He's gonna tell her! I mean, he asked Portman and everything. Did you see the way they were flirting? I mean, he's really gonna say something. Don't worry Banksie, still celebrating your triumph."

I smiled in accomplishment. We scattered around the dorm; I lay on my bed, Charlie on his, Jesse sat against the wall, Connie sat on Guy, who sat on the chair.

"You are gonna tell her, right?" Charlie asked.

They all looked and me, and I stared back at them, "I guess."

"Would ya look at that? Old cake-eater would have been like, what? The voice cracking, of course. Then, he would say, are you crazy? Hell no." Jesse smiled towards me, and I threw one of Charlie's sweaty shirts at him. Jesse quickly threw it on the floor, and rubbed his hands against his face.

"So, when are you gonna tell her?" Connie asked, and I sat there, confused. What do you do now? Am I really gonna do this? Can I actually do this?

I shrugged, and they rolled their eyes.

"You better to this, Banks," From Connie, it almost sounded like a warning, like I didn't she would start jumping around like she did in the elevator.

"I don't know how, what do I say?"

"I like you sounds good," Charlie groaned in frustration. "You are not hiding in this room anymore. You are going to tell, because I need you out."

"Don't worry Banks, you'll feel it. When you guys are having a conversation, and there's that awkward tension, or a moment where it seems like you guys could just make out at any second, then you should tell her." Guy nodded, "Then, maybe you will make out." Right after the comment, Connie slapped him in the arm, "I am just saying."

"We always have those. I thought those just happen when you talk to a girl you like? You mean it's not common to have those all the time?" I looked around at the faces, disgusted with how much I didn't know.

"Doesn't your brother have girlfriends?" Jesse shook his head, "Did you learn nothing?"

I stared at him blankly.

"Well, it's good that you guys have had some kind of sexual tension, then." Sexual tension. If they weren't here, I would giggle at the word. Connie shrugged, "Just feel it out, you'll be fine Banks."

We sat there for a few minutes before Charlie broke the silence, "We left the team."

"Oh, right." Guy said, and we all got up to go back down.

Just feel it out, feel it out.

Feel it out?

Is that all they had to tell me?

Are you freakin' serious?

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By the time we got down to the lobby, the Ducks were all standing up, ready to go to eat. I stuffed my hands in my pockets when we stepped outside, and a cute blonde girl came up behind me.

"Hey, there," Julie said, nudging my arm.

"Hey," I looked down at her.

"So, what was that whole, running upstairs thing about?"

"Uh," I quickly tried to think of an excuse. "Connie really wanted to ride the elevator. Like, you know, jump and down, trying to break it." She looked at me oddly, "Charlie, Guy, and Jesse enjoy it too." I pursed my lips, and smiled.

Julie raised an eyebrow, "Right. Well, what did you talk to Portman about?" She would be a great reporter. She would gets the answers out right away and she doesn't even make it seem like she's pressing you for answers, because of her cute face, but she is. She really is.

"Well, you know," I tried to think of another excuse, better than my last one, but then I looked down at her. I caught her gaze, and I felt it, what they call sexual tension. Our walking slowed down, and she was staring up at me, waiting for an answer. Her arm brushed against mine, and I knew this was the feeling out thing, they were talking about. "Well…" I tried to collect my words, and open my mouth. The words were coming, I could feel it. "I was talking to him about you."

Oh my God. Adam Banks, you sure have changed.

"About me?" She asked, laughing a little, "What about me?" Her voice was soft, like it was trying to seducing me.

I smiled at the sound of it.

"I was asking him if he liked you."

Once you start, you really can't stop.

"Why?" A smirk was creeping on her face, and the grin was spreading across mine.

"Because I like you."

She looked down at the ground, and then lifted her head up, with a smirk on her face.

"Oh," She grinned.

I froze, and my smile disappeared because she wasn't saying it back.

"Oh, no!" She grabbed my arm.

Oh. No?

"No, I like you. I didn't mean for you to get disappointed, I just thought, you knew too." She explained herself, almost sounding like me.

Oh okay, heart beat is slowing down.

"Oh," I replied, with the same grin.

This was a good day a good day for Adam Banks, quite a good day.

But, what now?