Author's Note: I know it's been forever, and I apologize, I've been doing a stories I ignored forever and now need to update spree lately! Hope you enjoy this chapter, just, you know to catch everyone up, when last we left things, Adam and Julie had had their first kiss, followed almost immediately by Julie and Portman's first fight. And Caitlin was a slut...OK go!

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Chapter 12: Iceland

"Do you want to go to the dorms?" Adam asked as he and Julie walked slowly down the road. She'd been quiet since the whole kissing, fight with Portman thing.

"No," She shook her head, "I think I want to go to the hotel."

"Sure," He nodded, "Let's get a cab." Once they got one Julie climbed in. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You're not coming?" She asked. He shook his head, "Oh, OK, then I'll see you tomorrow, at the game, against Iceland." He closed the door and the cab drove off. She crossed her arms. "Stupid girl!" She mumbled to herself. "He's going to go back to the dorm and brag to the rest of them and Connie Moreau and Tammy Duncan are going to laugh at you for the rest of your life and Dean's never going to talk to you again!"

"Um miss?" The can driver said. She perked up, "We're here."

"Right," She nodded and paid him She moved quickly through the lobby into the elevators she took it up to the floor where Caitlin and Sean's room was. She knocked on the door and Caitlin opened it, dressed in a robe.

"Julie?" She said. Julie hugged herself close to her big sister. "Oh baby!" She sighed hearing her little sister's sob. She looked back at Pete and nodded for him to slip out the door. He took the hint and headed out. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I-I," She sobbed as Caitlin walked inside and pulled the door shut. "Adam and me, we, we snuck out and went to the movies, and, and then he kissed me, but then Dean saw, and, and now he hates me, and, Adam just wanted to get away from me, and he's going to tell everyone and it's going to be worse than that time Colin Fitzsimmons stole my bathing suit top at the lake last year and we have a game against the scariest team ever tomorrow."

"Adam kissed you?" Caitlin said. Julie nodded and wiped under her nose with her hand. "Honey, tissue," Caitlin picked up the box and offered it. Julie grabbed one and blew her nose loudly, "Better, sort of. Was it your first kiss?"

"Mm hm," Julie said, "I thought he liked me, but then."

"I'm sure he does like you," Caitlin assured her, "You're not at the age where boys use sex to be mean, yet. They're just mean to be mean still. Like Colin stilling your bathing suit top and everyone calling you Titty Gaffney for the whole summer." Julie glared at her sister for bringing up the painful memory. "Sorry."

"You think?" Julie sniffed again.

"Yeah," Caitlin said softly, "Totally. God Julie J!" She rolled her eyes, "Do you even see yourself when you look in the mirror?" She stood her up, walked her over to the mirror.

"Too short," Julie said, "Too boyish, and my boobs are too big." She crossed her arms.

"No," Caitlin hugged her from behind. "OK, the boobs are a little on the big side, but you'll grow into them. But you're beautiful honey. You're like the all American Blonde Bombshell. And that tomboy thing is totally in right now," Julie smiled. "God, how can you be my sister and have such a warped self image?" She laughed. "Thanks for coming to me Julie."

"Well who else was I going to talk to?" Julie raised her eyebrows, "Those bitches at the dorm? Or Sean? Or worse, Mom?"

"Mm, good point," Caitlin plopped on the bed. "So those Banks boys huh?" Julie laughed, "Pete's amazing!"

"Ew," Julie looked at her.

"Cait!" Sean slammed the door, "You couldn't like blow Eric one last time so that Connor and I could keep that car?" Julie looked at him.

"What did I miss?" Julie said.

"Oh, hey Cat," Sean said, "What are you doing here?"

"We're having sister time," Caitlin circled her arm around her protectively.

The next day in the locker room everyone was grumpy. It was like the bad mood from the night before had permeated and add the nervousness about facing Iceland, Team USA felt like a ticking time bomb.

"Julie," Adam walked over to her. She looked at him and finished up her braid, "I'm sorry, about last night. You looked upset."

"I'm not upset," She said, "You just want to be friends," He looked at her, "It's fine. We should get out there."

"I didn't say that," He mumbled, but followed after her. Julie sighed. She was doing what Caitlin had told her too, she was playing it cool. "Boys can't chase you if you don't run." She looked over and saw Portman talking to coach Bombay. If she was regretting anything at the moment, she was regretting that. She'd give anything to be goofing around with him at the moment. She sat out on the bench before the game, and he was heading out for the face off.

"Dean," She said. He looked at her. "Good luck."

"Sure," He mumbled.

The game progressed, Portman kicked out, they were getting creamed. It didn't help that Bombay seemed to have been replaced by some kind of evil screaming pod person.

"Goldberg," He shouted, Julie jumped, "You're out. Julie," She popped up and climbed out of the box.

"Good luck goalie," Goldberg sighed, "You're gonna need it."

"Thanks Goldberg." She smiled. At least she was playing, even if everything else was going to shit. She went to the net, and shook out her hair, pulling her gloves on.

"Sending a woman in to do a man's job," She heard a voice behind her.

"Yeah, don't break a nail," Another snicker followed. She bit her bottom lip and turned around.

"Excuse me boys," She smiled, doing her best Caitlin, "Could you help me with my pads please?" They stepped forward and punched them both square in the nuts and the fell back.

"That's intent to injure," The ref sighed after blowing the whistle. "You're out of here young lady."

"See you around fellas," She rolled her eyes and skated towards the locker room. That was so worth it. She stopped when she got in. Everything was scatter and she could hear Dean grunting, probably breaking something. "I know how you feel," Julie mumbled, seeing Dean freaking out. He glared up at her. "Are you still mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," He shook his head. She swallowed and nodded. "I'm mad at that freaking ref." He kicked a chair. "What'd they say to you?"

"Don't break a nail," She whispered. He raised his eyebrows. "I know, it's stupid but I," She sighed. "Are we going to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not," He shook his head. She nodded. They stood in silence for a minute. "How could you kiss him?"

"It's not like anyone else is kissing me," She said, almost challenging him. He grabbed both her arms pulled her close and kissed her hard. This wasn't at all like how Adam had kissed her the night before. This was much stronger, much more confident. "Oh Dean," She whimpered as he pulled away.

"We're supposed to be together, babe," He said, "I know you feel it too." She nodded, but what she wanted to say but couldn't find the words was that everything she felt around him was so intense it was too much for her little twelve year old head to handle. It was easier to like Adam, it was simple. She thought he was cute and they could talk about how their older siblings didn't understand them and they could share soft kisses and nervous held hands. The way Dean had just kissed her was too grown up, too good, she wasn't ready for it.

"No," She whispered. He looked at her. "No, I like Adam," It was killing her but she had to say it. He blinked. "You're probably the best friend I've ever had, but that's it, really."

"Fine," He said and walked away, he pulled his leather jacket on. "I'll see you around then, friend." She gasped and sat down, her throat closing. There was something wrong here. She knew it.

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