Spunky's Disclaimer: I've chucked every stupid penny I could find into a stupid wishing fountain… and I still don't own the Mighty Ducks! Why oh why is the world so cruel?! I could've invested them in stocks!! Okay back to reality. I don't own the Ducks! Heck I don't even own Taylor Brooklyn, she just kind of made herself at home in my brain. So I decided to use her in this story so she can pay up the five months rent she owes me! LOL!
Taylor Brooklyn Walter: Born and raised in the City of Angels (that's Los Angeles for those of you that don't know). She is 5'5 and has an athletic frame. She has straight chestnut colored hair. Her eyes are green. She is entering Eden Hall to pitch for the Varsity Softball Team. She plays guitar and likes to go against the grain sometimes. Her dad is a director.
Summary: High School has its ups and downs, and it is no exception at Eden. The Ducks are having the time of their life during their sophomore year. Features my OC, Taylor.
Shout Out's: Merry Happy Holidays! I'm soooooooo sorry that it has been almost two years since I updated this story! Yesterday, while I was ice skating I looked down at the ice, and remember the Mighty Ducks, and decided that no matter what I have to try and complete this fic. So, I'm back guys! I'll have some time to write since I'm transferring to school in Utah (Woot! GO BYU COUGARS!!!!!!!!!), and I have a pretty flexible schedule. I also think the snow will inspire me )
Taylor continued to stare blankly out the window, as tears freely fell from her eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest. She was lost in thought, and didn't realize that Adam was still in the room.
Adam put his hands in his pockets and spoke up, "So… who was that?"
Taylor jumped a little. She had no idea anyone had stayed behind. She didn't turn around to face him, "I said I wanted to be alone. Just go away."
Adam shook his head defiantly, "Sorry I can't do that."
Taylor laughed bitterly, "Well, then you're going to be sitting here in silence, cause I don't feel like talking."
Adam shrugged and pulled up a seat, "Hey, I've got plenty of time."
He sat down and looked at his watch.
(#the Ducks and Scooter#)
The group had all moved down the hall to the lounge area. They all looked a bit perplexed; some even looked a bit worried. They all plopped down on the over-stuffed couches and sat in silence. Julie leaned on Scooter. Though they had barely met, Julie and Taylor were becoming very good friends. Julie sensed that she could confide in Taylor, and that Taylor wouldn't judge her actions. Taylor had a very liberal mind, and that would rub off a bit on the slightly conservative girl.
Charlie looked over at Julie and Connie, "Who was that guy?"
Connie shrugged, "He didn't speak one word to us after Scooter left. He was just… looking down at us."
Guy clasped his hands together and leaned forward, resting them on his knees. "He called himself her friend."
"Yeah," Russ said, "but she treated him more like a servant. Not that he didn't deserve it. That foo' was being a major asshole."
Julie piped in, "I think he works for Natasha."
"Who's Natasha?" Fulton asked
Julie brought her feet up on the couch and tucked them underneath her, "Natasha is her dad's girlfriend. She's a model and Taylor absolutely hates her."
Luis's head shot up, "Hold up, the stuffy dude said Ms. Bennett, right?"
Everyone nodded and Luis eyes bulged out, "Dude, her dad's dating Natasha Bennett!"
Julie looked at him as if saying, "So what?" The guys and Connie on the other hand were excitedly chattering away.
Soon they all settled down, each person filled with a variety of thoughts. Julie looked around at the group, "I wonder how it going in there?"
Everyone subconsciously turned and looked at the door where Adam and Taylor were.
(#inside the room, about 15 minutes later#)
Adam looked down at his watch, 15 minutes have passed, he thought
Taylor and Adam were in the same position as before. Taylor looking out the window, as Adam was seated by the door. Adam decided he had enough of the silence.
"You know Taylor," Adam said as he stood up, "Your being a bit of a hypocrite."
Taylor turned around looking furious, "What the hell are you talking about Banks? I am not a hypocrite!"
Adam shrugged, "About forty-five minutes ago you were pestering me to tell you my problems. Now you're the one refusing to talk to me. That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"
Taylor looked ready to lash out at him, but what happened next Adam wasn't expecting.
Taylor threw her arms around him… and began to sob. She mumbled incoherently into his shirt, as her body racked with sobs. Adam massaged her back with one hand, while he held onto her with the other. They stood there for quite a while. Him standing there, holding onto her not sure what to do or say, and her letting all her anguish out.
After what felt like hours, Taylor's sobs ceased. She looked up at Adam, a bit embarrassed.
"I'm sorry about that. I- I don't know"
"Shh. It's ok Tay. You just needed to release all your feelings. I understand."
Taylor hugged Adam, "Thanks. I guess I owe you an explanation."
Adam nodded.
Taylor pulled him over to her bed, and they both sat down. She placed the box on her lap, and looked down at it as she spoke. "Every time I get packages from Natasha or my dad I sort of, freak out. I'm always afraid that when I open it, I'll find a bridesmaid dress with a note saying that the wedding is in a day"
Adam looked at the box, and then up at Taylor, "why does that scare you?"
Taylor frowned and tears began to form in her eyes, "because I don't even know my dad. It's never been just me and him. I just want my daddy"
Adam rubbed small circles on her back, "its okay… I don't really know my dad either… and he definitely doesn't know me either"
Taylor gave Adam a sad smile, "Well, I guess I should probably open this thing, huh?"
Adam nodded, and Taylor took a deep breathe and lifted the lid off the box, to reveal a purse and a pair of pumps.
They both breathed out in relief.
"Well, that was a relief… now there is only one question"
"What's that," asked Adam
Taylor smirked… "How much I can sell these on e-bay for"
"Oh vey", muttered Adam