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A/N: spikeyhairgood here, I don't think I mentioned that it's gonna be me, then galindapopular, then back to me when it comes to writing the chapter, so I shall specify who it is for this chapter. Anyway, glad you guys like it so far, we're having fun writing it. Thanks for the reviews! Here goes the next chapter, enjoy.

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Portman smiled to himself, as he began to run quietly up the hall, grabbing the hand of Connie Moreau, pulling her into a classroom. As he did, she giggled, as her back was against the wall, and Portman smirked down at her. She smiled back, and his face leaned in towards hers. Before Connie could deepen the kiss, Portman pulled away, and kissed her nose before running out of the classroom. She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "What a tease."

Connie stood there, giggling to herself, butterflies flying around in her stomach, before she walked out, almost bumping into Fulton.

"Hey," Fulton greeted, as Connie's eyes were wide.

"Hey!" Connie said, excitedly.

Fulton's eyes got wide for a second, and smiled at her, "You okay?"

"Oh yeah!" Connie grinned, walking towards the locker room for practice. "Do I not seem okay? Because Fulton, let me tell you…" Fulton looked at her, still smiling for his own comfort, "I am okay. Completely normal, because everything is fine. Normal. Everything is normal, completely." Connie began walking a little faster than Fulton, who stood there flabbergasted by Connie's long explanation about being fine and normal. Something definitely had to be up with her.

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"Did you know they've been having breakfast together?" Julie asked Adam, who was sitting skating next to Fulton.

"Really?" Adam asked, looking at Portman and Connie, who were hysterically laughing across the ice. "I had no idea they were close like that."

"Me either, I had no clue, and she's my room-mate," Julie shrugged, as her and Adam skated away from Fulton, who raised an eyebrow in speculation.

'Portman has been acting funny lately too,' Fulton thought to himself, while Guy skated up to him. "Hey," Guy said, and Fulton couldn't snap out of his thoughts. "Fulton?"

"Yeah?" Fulton said, still staring at the two in hysterics. "I wonder what they're laughing about."

Guy looked at Fulton like he had two heads, "Why?"

Fulton shrugged, "It looks funny. I wanna laugh. I've got a very good sense of humor." Guy raised an eyebrow, and skated away. "Hm," Fulton continued his examination.

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"Are you sure it's safe in here?" Connie asked, pulling her face away from Portman.

"Yeah," Portman said leaning in, as Connie leaned back.

"You sure?" Connie asked, and Portman took his arm that was wrapped around Connie sitting down.

"I'm pretty sure," Portman said, knowing it was talk time, not make out time. "Fulton's usually hanging out with Charlie and Goldberg in that alley around this time."

"Oh," Connie said, sitting herself on Portman lap. "Well, I just wanted you to answer the question, you didn't have to stop."

Portman gave a laugh, laying back, and placing his right hand in Connie's hair.

"Oh my God!" Portman practically pushed Connie off of him, and onto the bed, at the yell of Fulton's voice. "I knew something fishy was going on, but holy shit!" Fulton shook his head, his hands around his ears, like he didn't know what else to do.

"Shut up, close the door, and get in the room!" Portman yelled, and Fulton stood there shaking his head. "This kid," Portman was now shaking his head, closing the door himself.

"Okay Fulton, you have to calm down," Connie stood up in front of Fulton, who now had his eyes closed.

"You- him- I. Oh no," Fulton mumbled to himself, and Connie raised an eyebrow at Portman, not knowing what to do. Fulton finally looked at the two, as if both of them had two heads, "How the hell did this happen?"