Happy Saturday to one and all...unless it's not Saturday that you're reading this. In any case, happy day to all!! It's a wonderful day to update!!
This takes place, maybe a week after the last chapter.
"Come on Coach, pick up." Charlie muttered under his breath as he paced his room, his phone pressed against his ear. The only bad thing about Coach not living with the team, was that Charlie was in dire need of advice and he couldn't contact his Coach!!
"Hey! It's Bombay!" the familiar voice cried out.
''Coach! Okay, we need to-"
"I'm not here, so leave a message!"
Charlie mentally cursed the inventor of the answering machine, as he waited for the beep.
"Hey Coach, it's me Charlie. Uh, when you get in just give me a call. Please, it's kind of urgent."
Clicking the end button on his phone, Charlie fell onto the bed. Where could Coach be? Suddenly, he got an idea. Coach might not be home, but he should have his cell phone with him!
Charlie picked up his phone again, searching his contacts, thankful that Scott had talked his mom into buying him one, for ''emergences'' He found coaches number and selected it.
Gordon Bombay was at the A-list party of the month. He was enjoying meeting celebrities, people that treated him like one! Maybe he should Coach a miracle team more often.
Just as he was walking over to another group of people, he felt his phone begin to vibrate. Excusing himself from Don Tibbles' side, he checked the caller idea. It was Charlie.
What could he want? Gordon thought to himself. Just before he could answer his call, Don called his name. When he looked up, the aggravating man was motioning him over to a group of people.
Charlie can wait. He thought, as he walked over to destiny.
Charlie sighed with disappointment as this phone went to voice mail. Where was Coach! He needed someone to talk to, preferably a guy. He sat on his bed thinking...thinking...thinking.
Once again, he was suddenly stricken with an idea. He went back into his contact list, to lazy to type in the number, and found what he was looking for.
He selected Home.
Scott Was currently reading the newspaper and sipping coffee like he did every morning around this time. Casey was at work, and Charlie was all the way across the country. It was peaceful and he could fully concentrate on his crossword puzzle. Then the phone rang.
''Hello, Conway Residence.'' he said, picking up a habit from Charlie. His step-son never used the last name, Anderson, instead always using Conway.
''Hey Scott.'' Charlie greeted.
''Charlie, you ok champ?'' Scott asked, wondering why Charlie would call home. He knew Casey would be working.
''Yea, I'm fine. I just needed someone to talk to.'' Charlie said.
Scott grinned softly to himself. ''Uh sure, what's up?''
''Well uh...you see..'' this was easier in my head! Charlie thought.
"Yes?'' Scott asked, patiently.
''Well, Julie...kinda...kissed me.'' he muttered.
''Julie? That cute little goalie you have a crush on?'' Scott asked.
''Yea, hence the phone call. I need advice.'' Charlie said.
''Well, I'll see what I can do.'' Scott said.
''Well, I don't know what to do now.'' Charlie admitted.
''What kind of kiss was it?'' Scott wondered.
''On the cheek.'' Charlie said.
''Maybe, she likes you too, Champ.'' Scott said.
''Really? I don't know.'' Charlie said.
''How could she not? You're a great kid.'' Scott said, honestly.
''Really...you think so? Thanks.'' Charlie said, suddenly feeling guilty for treating Scott the way he had.
''Go talk to her. Maybe ask her out? Worst case scenario, she says no.'' Scott advised.
''And the best?'' Charlie asked.
''She says yes.'' Scott said.
Charlie grinned brightly.
''Thanks Scott, for everything.''
''You bet Champ. You go kick Iceland's butt tomorrow.'' Scott told him.
''You bet. Bye.''
''Bye Charlie.'' Scott said hanging up the phone, feeling as if he just jumped over his biggest hurdle.
Later that night
Charlie stood nervously in front of Julie's door. This was it. If Scott was right, then maybe Julie would say yes. Then they'd go out...and then she'd kiss him. He cleared his throat and knocked. Julie answered.
''Hey Charlie.'' she said, a wide smile spreading at the site of the captain.
''Hey Jules.'' he greeted. ''Uh I was wondering?''
''Yea?'' she asked.
''Are you doing anything right now?''
''No, and neither should you. It's after hours Charlie, we can't do anything.'' she reminded him.
''Come on, we need a break. We've been winning all our games. We're entitled-''
''To sneak out?'' Julie finished for him.
Charlie nodded. ''Yes, yes we are.''
Julie just smiled, shaking her head. ''I can't believe I hang out with you.'' she said.
''So is that a yes?'' Charlie asked, hopefully.
''Just let me get my shoes on.'' Julie said, slipping back inside her room.
''Yes!'' whispered Charlie, throwing his arm in the air.
''What?'' Julie asked, standing back in the door way, giving him a confused look.
''Nothing.'' he said hurriedly.
They walked thru the city together, enjoying the nightlife. It was fun, and in Charlie's opinion, the best date ever.
''So, what would you like to do?'' Charlie asked.
''I don't know. You orchestrated this. You choose.'' Julie told him.
''How about some Ice Cream?'' Charlie wondered.
Julie shivered, but nodded.
''You cold?'' he asked.
''Just a little. It's what I get for wearing just a T-shirt.'' Julie said.
Charlie quickly stripped off his coat, and placed it over her shoulders.
''Oh, Charlie. You'll be cold.'' Julie said.
''No I won't.'' he grabbed his long sleeve shirt. ''I'm protected.''
Julie grinned softly. ''Thank you.'' she whispered, slipping the coat on.
They walked on and Charlie kept eyeing her hand nervously. Should I go for it? he wondered. Maybe, I should just grab at it. Yea, and if she gives me a look, then I'll just say, I'll just say.
Charlie decided to just go for it, worst thing? She's clock him, Julie was pretty tough. Charlie went for it, lacing his fingers with her. She looked up, surprised. He grinned nervously at her, awaiting her anger. Julie just smiled and they walked on.
It wasn't long before they heard familiar voices and the Bash Brothers appeared out of no where.
''Hey Charlie, hey Cat-lady.'' Portman greeted the pair.
Charlie quickly let go of her hand, and Julie greeted their teammates. ''Hey Fulton, Portman. Aren't you guys supposed to be in your room?'' she asked.
''We could say the name for you two.'' Fulton said.
''It's a nice night for a stroll.'' Charlie said, shrugging.
''Yea, isn't it Fulton.'' Portman said.
''Shut up man.'' Fulton said, grinning.
''So you're from Iceland?'' a familiar voice said. The four Ducks looked over and saw Coach, their Coach, walking with...the Iceland chick.
''Yes.'' she replied.
''Isn't it cold?'' Gordon asked.
''No, Greenland is cold. Greenland is covered in ice. Iceland is very nice. I imagine it's like Minnesota, where your from.'' she said.
''How do you know where I'm from?'' Gordon asked.
''I asked around.''
They walked down the sidewalk, oblivious to the kids watching them, betrayal in their eyes.
''Some coach we have.'' Portman commented. ''Let's go man.'' he said to Fulton.
Fulton looked over at Charlie, who looked like he just lost his favorite toy. But he lost so much more then that, he lost the respect he ever had for the man he once wanted for a father. Closing his eyes, he just wanted to wake up to find this a horrible dream.
''Is he ok?'' Portman asked.
''Charlie? Julie wondered, worry evident in her voice.
His eyes snapped open and he stood there, seeing nothing. Then suddenly, he turned and ran, ignoring the frantic calls from his teammates.
He made it to the park before he stopped, collapsing on the soft grass. It was then, he finally let the tears fall. So that's where Coach was when he needed him? With the enemy? What happened to Ducks flying together? What happened to winning this competition? What happened to Coach?
Charlie felt as if his world had been turned upside down. He just lost the man he always looked up to. His ''father'' the man he wanted to marry Casey. Right now, he couldn't be more thankful that she had met Scott and married him, instead.
''Charlie, thank God I found you.'' Julie cried, sinking down next to him.
He quickly wiped away his tears, and looked at her. ''Hey Jules.''
''Oh, Charlie. I'm so sorry.'' she said, softly.
Charlie just shrugged and Julie threw her arms around him.
''Maybe Scott isn't so bad, huh?'' he asked, hoping to lighten the mood. It worked, since Julie chuckled softly, pulling away from him.
''Always the jokester huh?'' she asked.
Charlie just grinned as he looked into her eyes. It was now or never, and he was sure life couldn't get worse.
Ignoring everything, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers. He was elated when Julie wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly kissed him back. This was definitely better then the other kiss.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, and she pushed him away. He blinked looking at her, questionably.
''I'm sorry Charlie. I...I just can't.'' she whispered.
Charlie just sat there as she rose slowly and left the park. Then he sank down again.
Yea...that was worse he thought.
AN-So, a little sad, yea I know, but what's a good story without the drama and angst?
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