Disclaimer: I do not own any ducks, just the original girls and boys.
Author's Note: I did not forget about this story, not a bit. Maybe it's because of my love for Guy Germaine that this story will go on forever and ever just so I can write about him. But I am in need of some serious feedback for motivation, so if you are reading this story, you readers, please review and tell me if you like what's going on or if you want me to update soon. My two last finals are tomorrow, which will make me a very happy girl, so maybe I'll spread my cheer to all, by updating. Please review though; it could be like an early Christmas present, although what I really want for Christmas is this duck named Guy.
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"Do we just let them sleep like that?" Fulton asked Portman and Luis, standing at his sides.
The two were silent.
"I guess we do?" Fulton looked raised his right eyebrow waiting for an answer, "Seriously."
"Just wake Germaine up." Portman nudged Fulton forward so he could be the one to do it.
Fulton snickered to himself, took one of his socks off, and hung in front of Guy's face, touching the tip of his nose. He creased his face, opened his eyes, and slapped the sock away. "Gross."
"You did it this morning."
"Yeah, but your socks stink." Guy looked at Parker who was sleeping on the bed. "Wait. I have to remember what happened."
"Yeah, come on," Portman took Guy's arm, and practically carried him off the bed.
Guy, Fulton, and Luis started walking out the door as Portman took the blanket at the end of Parker's bed, covering her with it.
Portman turned around, and Luis stood there smiling. "You little softie."
"Get out of the room Mendoza." Portman snarled as he turned off the lights, and closed the door.
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"We were just talking. I walked in there to sleep the whole Connie thing off, but we ended up talking about stuff until we fell asleep. That's it." He looked up at Fulton and beamed, "She still thinks I'm cute."
"Don't smile at me like that," Fulton growled.
Guy dropped the smile. "Nothing happened, we talked, and we decided to talk every night from now on."
"Let's talk Parker. Let's sleep on the same bed Parker. One of these days I think that I'll sleep next to you, instead of being weird and sleeping against the wall Parker," Portman mocked.
"Is that all scrutiny I'm getting tonight?" Portman gave a nod, and Guy got off the stool walking towards the guest bedroom door. "Oh! Parker offered her apartment for us to rent until we find our own apartment, sounds like a good plan, right?"
"Hell yeah it does, she has awesome stuff in that place." Portman looked excited. Mendoza and Reed nodded too.
Guy grabbed the door knob. "All right, sounds good, I'll tell her tomorrow."
The door closed and Luis sat on the stool. "What about you? What was going on with you and Cooper?"
"Nothing, we were just talking. She's pretty cool. I'm not going to try anything with her, she has a boyfriend. I'm not you Mendoza."
"Nice joke." Mendoza dog eyed Fulton.
Awkward pause.
"On that note, you guys want to watch TV or something?" Portman asked and the two followed him to the couch finding Cooper and Max asleep, after watching a movie.
"Sleep sounds good too," Mendoza said, and the other two nodded as they headed off to bed.
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Cooper woke up, with a post it stuck onto her face, and with a confused expression, she read the note. 'Best friend, Guy and I are at class. I miss you these days, and I'll talk to you later my love.'
Cooper smiled to herself, detached Max's arm wrapped around her and walked to the kitchen to eat.
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"We have Friends seasons?!" Max was standing over the living room table. "When did Parker bring them over? Did somebody find her hiding place at the apartment?"
Cooper and Fulton looked at each other, sustaining their laughs. "I don't know Maxwell. Maybe she's giving you another chance."
"What? What's funny?" Max walked over to the counter where Cooper, Fulton, and Greenberg were eating.
"Nothing honey." Max stood next to Cooper and just looked at her. "Fine, Parker let me borrow it, well actually I just kind of took it. Fulton and I were watching it half the night before you got home."
"You guys watched Friends last night?" Max sounded like a parent.
"Did I not just say that?" Cooper retorted.
Fulton and Greenberg looked at each other, sensing a fight brewing. They stopped eating and slowly walked away.
"What's wrong with you? We watched Friends, big deal. Stop getting all bent out of shape about it." Cooper took her plate and put it in the sink.
Max followed her, "I'm not bent out of shape."
"Max, please, you look like you're gonna die of self combustion because you're so heated up."
"I just don't know these guys yet. Fulton's cool and all, I just don't know them."
"Well, you know me, don't you? Trust me, these ducks are strictly friends material Maxwell, they're good guys if you let them BE your good friends." Cooper shook her head, "Seriously Maxwell, get over yourself; get over all this jealously shit." Cooper threw her cutlery in the sink and stomped off into the guest bedroom.