Author's note: Yeah yeah yeah it's been awhile. That tends to happen when I write, it's erratic. Well here's an update now! Review please? It would be awesome and much appreciated.
Chapter Three.
Julie lunged for Connie's shoulder's to try and topple her off balance, but before Julie could latch on Guy stepped to the right a little bit Connie grabbed Julie's upper right arm with her left hand, twisted Julie sideways and roughly pulled her forward. She finished Julie off with a hard shove on her back as she was pulling her forward. It happened so fast that it took Julie a second to realize she was back in the water.
"Holy hell, how did you DO that?"
"I'm a badass motherfucker."
"Damn girl you don't need to tell us twice!" said Russ.
"While Charlie spends all of his free time thinking up hockey plays, Connie and Guy strategize about chicken fight plays."
"I want a rematch!" demanded Julie. Now I know what to expect and I'll get you this time!"
Connie smiled sweetly at Julie and replied, "Whatever you say honey."
"Oh God, this is going to get ugly," said Ken, ever perceptive to the behavior of women.
"Wrong," argued Fulton. "This is going to get hot!"
"You'll see," answered Ken. Fulton shrugged and turned to watch the entertainment. Julie whispered what they presumed to be a plan in Goldberg's ear and he nodded and helped her onto his shoulders.
The two pairs stood about ten feet away from each other and when Charlie said go Goldberg rushed toward Connie with as much speed as he could muster in waist deep water. Guy held their ground until Julie and Goldberg were about in arms reach and then pivoted out of the way while Connie grabbed Julie's shoulders and shoved Goldberg's shoulder with her foot to help his momentum as she pulled Julie backwards. As before, it had all happened quickly and seamlessly. Connie, whose hair wasn't even wet yet held her braid in front of her eyes as if she was examining her hair for split ends. Julie punched the water in irritation and yelled "God damn it!"
"Not good," mumbled Ken.
"Three out of five Moreau, let's go!" yelled Julie. A few eyebrows raised, none higher then Connie's as she shrugged and said "Okay."
Julie's chest was heaving with her deep breaths from trying to calm herself. The pairs got ready again and in a surprisingly aggressive move Julie grabbed onto Connie's neck and pulled hard. Despite being obviously shocked Connie did not topple over, but grabbed Julie's arm and twisted it awkwardly behind her back until Julie was forced to release her neck and cried out in pain. Guy tried to step away so to put some distance between the girls but Connie held on tight until Julie released her neck to make sure her arm didn't dislocate. Both girls slid off their respective partners shoulders and approached each other fuming.
"Are you insane?" Julie yelled at Connie. "You almost broke my fucking arm!"
"I'm insane? You're the psycho who tried to choke me! I was just trying not to die! That was a dirty move Gaffney!" screamed Connie, storming out of the water.
"I'll show you a dirty move!" yelled Julie as she shocked everyone by tackling Connie to the ground. The boys were too shocked to move at first; Ken reacted first, having seen something like this coming since Julie's first loss.
"Separate those two!"
Guy tried to extract Connie from the fight but was impeded by an unintentional kick to the balls from Julie. He collapsed back into the water in pain. Ken and Luis had grabbed Julie, figuring she couldn't fight off both of them, but when they finally got her off Connie she gave one last swift kick and her foot connected with the side of Connie's face. Connie, who had been in a kneeling position, keeled over backwards from the force of the hard kick.
"Connie!" yelled Adam, who ran to her side and tired to help her stand, the former was a bit disoriented, and Adam had to catch her when she staggered to the side. Adam picked her up and carried her quickly back to the tent as Guy slowly followed, trying to put his pain out of mind. Connie's head was leaning against Adam's shoulders, her eyes closed and blood trickling out of her nose. No one said anything for a minute until Jesse sat down and put his head in between his knees.
"Blood. Ugh, I feel sick."
"Dude… you play hockey."
"I know, I always close my eyes and pretend its not real."
Julie sat down because and put her head between her knees too, she was not sick from the blood, but hyperventilating because of the shock. She had let her anger get the best of her, but she had never really wanted to hurt Connie. She began to cry earnestly.
The guys didn't know what to do, here they were with two girls they had never seen shed a tear before crying; they were unequipped to deal with this. Portman took a deep breath and sat by Julie, stroking her back. She was taking deep breaths to calm herself and leaned into him for comfort.
"I can't believe I hurt her."
"It will be okay Julie, accidents happen."
"This was all my fault! If I wasn't so stupid and competitive this wouldn't have happened!"
"Connie is pretty stupid and competitive herself, you'd have to be to be a girl hockey player!"
"She'll hate me forever."
"No she won't Julie, you guys are best friends."
"I don't know where you learned about friendship," huffed Julie rudely. "Because you seemed to have missed a few crucial lessons. Best friends don't kick their best friends in the face and break their noses! What if I ruined her pretty face!"
"She'll be fine Julie," assured Guy approaching them from the campsite. "Adam popped her nose back into place."
"That's disgusting," commented Jesse.
"Actually he fixed mine once too," said Fulton. "I'll have to ask him to teach me how he does that. Great skill for a hockey player, even if it's kind of gross to watch."
"Really? She'll be okay?" asked Julie.
"Yep," answered Guy. "Her nose is back into place. She's just taking a nap because the nose-fixing process gave her a headache."
"Are you sure it wasn't the face-kicking incident that gave her the headache?" asked Averman.
Julie's eyes water again, the rest of the team shot Averman a look of disbelief and Russ shoved him off of the small dock he had been standing on into the lake.
"Forgive him," asked Luis. "He's not rude, just an idiot."
About an hour later Connie woke up and her and Julie hugged and made up. Ken was shocked that there wasn't any remaining tension and proud of Julie and Connie for putting it behind them.
"This calls for a drink!" exclaimed Jesse.
"…"
"Excuse me? Jesse, it's 1:00 in the afternoon."
"Hey. Its five o'clock somewhere!"
"That somewhere is not here buddy, you are not getting drunk before we've even had lunch!"
"Fine, we'll start after lunch!"
"No! Your poorly concealed alcoholism is starting to concern me!"
"Hey now, I am NOT an alcoholic! Can't a brother enjoy a beer once in a while!"
"Sure, after five and no earlier!" replied Charlie.
Jesse begrudgingly conceded to wait until five and Goldberg proclaimed it was lunchtime and fixed everyone deli sandwiches. As he enjoyed a delicious BLT, Charlie observed his friends on their trip, pleased that everyone was having a good time. Julie and Connie were laying out by the lake together, trying to soak up some sun. Nearby, Ken was constructing a collection on Star Wars themed sand creations and putting the finishing touches on an impressive replica of Luke Skywalker's uncle's house on Tatooine. Over by the trees Averman was trying to pet a squirrel and Luis was trying to talk him out of it. Goldberg and Dwayne were partaking in a sandwich-eating contest to see who could scarf three BLTs faster, overseen by Jesse with a stopwatch. An environmentally conscious Guy Germaine was picking up everyone's trash and putting it by the car so they wouldn't forget it, while Adam sat down underneath a tree with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Back by the trees he saw Fulton discreetly burying what looked like a pair of old socks and was puzzled until he looked over by Portman's tent, where the latter's lucky socks were no longer placed inside his sneakers. Charlie nodded at Fulton in approval. Just then Dean Portman sniffed his shoes with a bewildered look on his face, and upon turning them over and seeing foot powder fall out, through the shoe at Goldberg's head, causing him to choke on his last sandwich and Dwayne to win the contest. Charlie chuckled to himself as he listened to Goldberg argue for a rematch and realized that even though he sometimes wanted to hit them, h wouldn't have his best friends any other way.