Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters. What a shame.

A/N: Ah, this chapter is just kinda cute for the Julie and Fulton conversation, but it's a leading chapter to an eventful chapter. Hopefully I'll write that up soon. Thanks for the reviews, and patience you guys. Such lovely reviewers/readers you are. I hope you like the chapter, and don't find it to be that much of a disappointment. Reviews, please!

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"Julie, come on." I groaned at Fulton's voice as she sat at the end of my bed. "Juliee," His voice was in sing song, and I groaned even louder. "Okay, no singing for you." I slipped the pillow passed my eyes, and looked up at him.

He looked down at me, and grinned like a mad man, "Why hello there!"

I took the pillow off my face, and put it at my side, "Fulton, why don't relationships just work out?"

Fulton sighed, his eyes peering at the ceiling, "Because then they wouldn't be worth fighting for."

I sat up. I loved sensitive Fulton. "What if you can't even fight for something because there's too much in the way? You know… like the varsity hockey team?"

Fulton smiled at me, and shook his head, "You and Banks will be fine."

I pouted, falling back on my pillow, "There is no me and Banks!"

"Julie," Fulton whined. "Just come out of your room, and eat some food with us. Food is good for people. Sustenance!"

I opened my eyes, and raised an eyebrow, "Since when did you start saying the word sustenance?"

Fulton glared down at me, "I know how to use the word sustenance." I sat up, and raised my eyebrow higher. There's definitely a catch. "I'm dating this girl who has an extensive vocabulary." Extensive? They may actually talk more than they make out. "Will you please get out of this room? Come have lunch with us. You've had your food in this room for two straight days. Please come out. We all miss you and are tired of having to come in here just to talk to you. Just seeing you in class isn't any better either."

I sat up slowly, frowning, "Do they really miss me?"

"Poor Connie is the only girl. We miss you too much," Fulton said, his arms reaching out for a hug.

Sighing, I fell into them, embracing lightly, and then squeezing him until I heard him give out his last breath, "I miss you guys, too."

Fulton breathed heavily, "Yes, I can tell from that hug."

I pulled away, standing up, and grabbing a random shirt from the closet. I pulled my hair back into two buns in pig tails, and waited for Fulton to stand up as well. "Well," I said, waiting there. "You wanna go or not?"

Fulton put on a small smile, "Not gonna change out of your PJ pants?"

I scowled in reply. This kid gets me out of bed, and convinces me I should go out in the real world outside of this comfy dorm, and he questions me wearing my PJ pants. Oh, he did not just do that.

Fulton stood up, and put his hand on my shoulder, "Point taken."

Holding my shoulders to push me forward, he opened the door to irony. Complete irony. Scooter and Banks talking, and walking past. Of course, because they see me and Fulton, me in my slippers, and PJ pants. They stop, staring at us. Scooter smiles and Banks looks down. Ah yes. The perfect thing to get me out of bed.

"Heh-heh," Fulton said, looking down at me. "Hey guys."

"Bash brother," Scooter chuckled, looking at Banks, only taking glances at me.

"Hey Jules," Banks said, softly. "Fulton," He said, giving him a nod.

"We'll see you later, Duckies," Scooter mumbled, nudging Banks forward. Does he not know that he's talking to a Duck right now? Idiot.

Closing the door behind us, Fulton grinned at me, who grunted, "Well see, the worst thing is past us."

I nodded, "I guess." I miss someone… and it isn't Banks. It's random. It's not a new feeling, but out of nowhere I just remembered how much I miss this person, and how I wish he could come and just beat up the whole varsity team, carrying Banks over his shoulder back to the Ducks. "I miss Portman." I sighed, looking up at Portman's best boyfriend in the world.

Fulton frowned, and looked down at me, "Me too."

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"Julie!" The Ducks yelled in enjoyment, grins plastered on their faces. Sympathy, they're all sympathy grins. They all stood up to hug me. Aw, but I love them so.

"Here!" Goldberg said, putting a tray of 'goodies' in front of me. I glared at him, and he took the plate back. "Hah, oh yeah. That incident. Right."

"Here, Jules, we'll go get food," Connie said, getting up and walking over to me, grabbing my hand to go get food.

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"Cons, I know you've been worried about me this week," I grabbed pudding, placing it on my tray. "But are you okay? I mean, you and Guy kind of stay away from each other, and he hasn't been coming for the early morning make out session."

Connie looked at me, from the corners of her eyes, "I don't even know. I don't think we're doing so well, lately. We keep fighting. It's gay."

I put my hand on her shoulder, for comfort, "Why didn't you say anything?" I'm such a bad best friend! She's in pain, obviously, but I couldn't even see that through my stupid wallowing.

"Well, you and Banks have your own problems. You're going through a rough time, I didn't really want to make it worse with my stupid problems," She mumbled, as we both paid quickly. "I'm sure it'll be fine, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it's you and Guy, you guys will be fine."

Walking to separate sides of the table, we both sat down, and I noticed Connie take a glance at Guy, sitting next to me, laughing with Russ about something. We all stopped eating, stopped talking, and stopped moving at the voice of Rick Riley. We raised our eyebrows when he asked us to go to dinner. We all nodded, in agreement once Banks said that was cool.

We all didn't how bad the dinner was going to get.