Title: A Ducks Story
Author: Pixie13
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't sue.
"You're staring at the wall," Ken said, ever obviously as he came across Charlie in the lounge area of the floor their dorms were on.
"No I'm not," Charlie stated, staring very intently at what was, most decidedly, a wall.
Ken looked at both Russ and Dwayne who were standing nearby, eyebrows raised. Turning back to look at Charlie, he said, "Uh, yeah you are."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are t-" Ken was cut off by Russ, who shoved Kenny a little. Ken glared at Russ, rubbing his arm. Russ glared back and raised his eyebrows as if to communicate something telepathically with his Asian friend. Whatever it was, Kenny seemed to get it as he sighed and opened his mouth to talk again. "Okay. Tell us why you're not staring at the wall?"
Immediately, Charlie looked away from the wall and raised his hands up into the air, as if he was about to say 'I give up.' "I give up." Okay, they could have seen that one coming. "First Banksie decides he doesn't want me to be his roommate and tries to move out. Then he tries to move back in and when I tell him I don't want his Cake Eating self anywhere near by room, he calls me a jerk!" He forgot to tell them the part where he begged Adam to come back and wouldn't believe him when he said he would. But they didn't need to know that, right? "So I left our room," he finished lamely, as if it wasn't apparent already.
"Oh," Ken said, looking over his shoulder at Dwayne and Russ again, trying to figure out what to say to Charlie.
Russ came to the rescue as he spotted Portmand and Fulton walking past the lounge area, looking ready to head off campus if the jackets were any indication. "Yo guys!" He called out, knowing he was going to get smacked later for pushing Charlie off on the Bash Brothers. "Charlie wants to go out. Take him with you?" They all ignored Charlie's surprised, 'I do?'
Portman opened his mouth to tell them to go screw a monkey or whatever other genius retort he might have waiting on his lips, but Fulton elbowed his side gently and shrugged. Fulton and Charlie had always been good friends and Portman would probably catch hell from Fulton if he didn't agree. Portman rolled his eyes and gave a curt nod. "Yeah, okay." He walked over to haul Charlie out of his seat and didn't even bother to give him the chance to go get his jacket. He had been living there for awhile now, yeah? Charlie could survive a little cold.
Watching them leave, Ken said, "I don't know if I should be scared for Charlie or for the Bashes." The three of them laughed and went on their way. Hey, as long as they weren't the ones stuck with Charlie, right?
"Somewhere out there, Goldberg, you pissed off some powerful deity and this is what you get in return," Averman was saying, as he suppressed his snickering behind the back of his hand. He was using his other hand to pat Goldberg on the back in what would have been a soothing manner, if the situation wasn't what it was.
Goldberg was looking rather forlornly into his new dorm room. Not only was he stuck sharing with Dwayne, who loved to play country music by and by, but their room was roughly the size of a closet. And we're not talking about those huge walk in closets either. "How are we suppose to fit my TV, VCR, and my computer in here?" He was holding the monitor for the computer in his arms at that moment. It was probably the only reason why he hadn't retaliated against Averman's teasing.
"By trying really, really hard?" The red head suggested helpfully. He let out a small 'hee' when Goldberg turned a glare on him.
Julie was more than ready to go ask their resident adviser if she could change rooms by the time dinner rolled around. Classes weren't set to begin for another two days, so she would have plenty of time to move all her belongings out of this room and into another if given the chance. She just couldn't stand Connie and her bitching about Guy anymore. You would assume that the two girls would be the best of friends, since they were the only female Ducks on the team.
That assumption was, unfortunately, very wrong.
Connie Moreau was one of those girls that might as well have been boys. Breasts or no breasts, she grew up with boys and because of that influence, took part in activities that boys found humourous. Burping, scratching, pranking...sure, three years at Eden Hall had helped turn her to her more feminine side, but you couldn't expect more than ten years of boyish influence to disappear overnight.
Which was why she had a problem with Julie.
Julie Gaffney. Oh how she could hate her sometimes. Julie wore skirts, put on make up, and smelled perfectly all before 7AM each day. Connie just couldn't understand how the blonde hair, blue eyed girl could do all that and keep up her grades with a side of hockey. If she wasn't a Duck, Connie would have probably never spoken to her. The two girls were too different to have become semi-friends under any other circumstance.
Yes, they were friendly with one another, but Julie was two seconds away from ripping Connie's hair out if she heard one more thing about Guy Germaine.
Rolling over onto her stomach, Julie propped her head up on her hands. "I don't get you two sometimes," the blonde girl started, jumping in when the chance to talk finally presented itself. It was hard to get a word in Connie sometimes, especially if she was on one of her 'Guy Rants.' "It's obvious to everyone else that you two are probably going to get married when school's over. So why do you guys break up all the time?"
Connie, who had been pacing this whole time, stopped abruptly. "Guy wants to marry me?" Connie asked, completely surprised. Her face took on a dreamy quality and she started to grin. "Oh Guy...why didn't he tell me? Do you know where he is? I have to go tell him I love him still."
Julie groaned and let her head fall forward. "I was just saying," she mumbled through the comforter on her bed. But it was no use, Connie was cooing about Guy now and his wonderful attributes and it didn't look like she had heard Julie.
Thankfully, a knock sounded on the door and Julie bolted out of her bed, skirt and all, to open it. Ken stood there, with his mouth open and ready to say something. But Julie didn't give him a chance, as she grabbed his arm and pulled the door shut with a "Oh Kenny! I forgot about tonight. Let's get going, yeah?"
Connie was left alone in her room, slightly confused by Julie's sudden departure.
Notes: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ate my soul. And for the weeks before that, my job and summer courses were monopolizing my time. Thank you to all the people that have commented. It's nice to see positive reviews.