Disclaimer: Don't own any Ducks, or A lot Like Love, which is mentioned in this. Basically, I only own the OC's.

A/N: There's TammyFulton action here, I just thought I'd start off with that, because I love TammyFulton fluff. Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed! I'm loving how you guys liked how that Connie and Parker convo went. Anyway, on to the chapter, enjoy. Oh, and readers, please review, it tells me people like the story, which helps me keep writing this. Please, and thanks!

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Fulton slowly opened the door to the guest room, to find Parker, leaning against the bottom of the bed, and sitting on the floor watching Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet lying down, staring at stars, on top of a car. He closed the door behind him, and Parker grabbed the top of the bed to check who it was.

"Hey, Fulton," She sat back down in her position.

"What are ya' watching?" Fulton asked, sitting down next to her.

"A Lot Like Love."

"Any good?"

Parker nodded, "It's good. Corny at the end, but good. It's not the girliest movie in the world, so maybe your manhood can take it."

The two sat in silence as Kutcher's character said, "If it wasn't love, it was a lot like it."

"Why do girls watch chick flicks? Especially you, you don't seem like you're into that girly corny movie love stuff. Why do you watch it so much?" Fulton asked as Parker gave a little shrug.

She looked over at Fulton, and almost whispered. "Sometimes girls just want to know if it's out there, or possible. You know . . . Love. If it's really there… somewhere; even if it is in the movies."

Fulton watched her face; it wasn't covered in happiness, or sadness, or anger. It was truthful, and scared to tell someone the secret. It was as if she was scared that if the world heard it, then the hope could be snatched away from her.

Parker grabbed the remote, and turned the movie off, "Come on. What are you guys doing outside?"

Fulton proceeded to sit, "Oh, they're just hanging out. Jess's mom is trying to teach the boys how to swing dance. I'm going to stay here, I'm going to call, uh, someone."

"Tammy?" Parker grinned. "Anyone could guess Fulton. You talk to her every night, and you are as red an apple." Fulton began to laugh, and Parker pretended to zip her mouth, "I'll keep your undying love a secret."

"Thanks Parker," Fulton said, as she walked out, closing the door behind her. Fulton took the phone out of his back pocket. Something Parker said about girl wanting to know if love is out there hit him, and he felt confident and ready to tell something Tammy should've heard year ago.

The phone rang, and Fulton was breathing hard, "Hey Tammy. I'm good. Well, I'm at Jess's family party right now. Well, I, uh, just want to tell you something…"

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Fulton slipped on the rug, and flew out of the door leading to back yard. He caught himself, holding onto a chair, and raised his arms in triumph, yelling.

"I, Fulton Reed, told Tammy Duncan that I," Fulton grabbed Portman, by putting an arm around his shoulders, "Fulton Reed, am in love with her, Tammy Duncan."

Portman looked confused at first, as well did the rest of the Ducks, and the team. Only Cooper yelped, running over to hug Fulton.

"Fulton likes Tammy?" Portman asked Ken, who was standing beside him.

Ken shrugged, and Portman did too, raising his arms above his shoulders, "Fulton told Tammy!"

"Yeah!" The rest of the group yelled in unison, and all gathered around Fulton to give him a hug, a pat on the bag, or a big manly punch in the arm.

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"That's so cute," Parker said with a smile, as she and Guy watched Fulton talk, on the swings, with Tammy.

"That they love each other?" Guy asked, playing with Parker's hand.

"That they love each other, that they told each other, that they held it in so long. Everything about it really," Parker said, with her other hand against her chin, holding up her head.

"Aw, I didn't know that you were such a hopeless romantic," Guy joked and Parker leaned back into her chair.

"You knew," Parker said, not sarcastically, or angrily, just honestly. Guy looked at her, and thought. He might have not heard the words from her; that she wished for love or that she wished she was in love, but he always saw it in her eyes, always seeing through the façade she put on.

"Yeah." He smiled at her, and interlaced their fingers, "I guess I did."