Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. Even with my break, I still have no legal ownings, so very sad.

A/N: Ah, Julie and Banks saga comes back. I hope there are still readers for this story, because I have kept you in a waits for quite a while. Anyway, this is a longer chapter than usual, I figured you guys deserve it after the time. Thanks for the reviews; you guys are awesome for sticking in there, and still reading this. I'm gonna start speeding things up, which makes you guys happy, I think. Enjoy, and reviews, please!

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One loud knock against our wooden dorm door. It made me smile every morning. Well, the past three mornings.

"Julie," Connie groaned, and I instantly stood up.

Connie didn't think it was the best thing in the world, though.

"Sorry, Cons," I apologized, fixing my shirt, as I sprinted towards the door, taking a breath, and opening it slowly. Like I didn't know who was on the other side. I smiled, "Hey."

"Morning," He smiled back, his hair still messed up, his eyes still half closed, and obviously exhausted. But he came to comfort me, to talk to me. He was still my Banks. Even if we're 'just friends' who talk about what goes on in our lives, and you know… uh, friend stuff.

"Whisper a little louder, would you?" Connie muttered, and we both looked at the lump on her bed. She was hidden under her bed sheets, strands of her hair peaking out from beneath. She was still mourning over her break up with Guy, although we did think that Guy was taking it harder. But it was only the third morning Banks came to talk to me in the morning, maybe she'll get used to it. "Get out." She said, knowing Banks was going to apologize, which she was tired of, since he said it every morning.

We followed her direction, as I pushed him away, as I walked out. He sighed, "Still angry?" I nodded, "Lovely. I'm sure that makes practices so much more fun."

"It's extremely fun with all the tension and stuff. Every day is just something I look forward to," I replied; as we both leaned against the wall, and sunk down to sit on the floor. "How's practice with you?"

He shrugged, "Practice is practice. I just have one guy I really talk to on that team."

"Really? Thought you liked practices," I said, and he gave a chuckle.

"That's how much we've been keeping up with each other," He said, and I looked down. I knew it was partly my fault that we'd been keeping so far away from each other.

"So, who's the team best friend?" I asked, changing the subject nonchalantly.

He smirked at me, "Scooter."

What? I stared. Yes, he did actually say Scooter. "How the hell did that happen? You dislike him, remember? He gave me, "I wiggled my eyebrows, "The look."

He gave a loud laugh, "Yeah, we were seriously mistaken."

Mistaken? Like 'no one can like you other than me, Jules' kind of 'mistaken'?

"I don't get it," I stared.

"Let's just say he doesn't like your type," He said, smirk in tact.

"He doesn't like blondes?" His eyebrows furrowed together, as he thought.

"I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure he likes blondes," He said, stared down at me.

"So, I don't get it, he likes blondes, but I'm not his-" I stopped talking, and my mouth created an 'o' shape. "Oh. He's doesn't like my type. My gender type."

"Mhmm," Banks said, giving a laugh.

"Are you his type?" I asked with a smile, and he shook his head automatically.

"No, he likes someone else," He informed.

"So he says," I mumbled. "Who does he like?"

Banks shook his head, "It's a secret, and I can't tell you." I nodded, "Maybe you'll find out one day." I smiled, "You probably will."

Hm, Luis. Or Ken. Maybe Fulton, or Charlie. Maybe that's why Scooter seems so quiet lately. He's upset they left school. Or maybe Guy. Lucky Scooter, since Guy's up for grabs now. Or Russ. Or cowboy. Ooo, maybe cowboy. Maybe Goldberg or Averman. Or maybe more than one Duck. Or maybe he isn't even a Duck. So many choices, yet I can not even narrow it down to one. Hm, this is a good topic to think and analyze about in class.

My giggles died down, and I looked to my left, seeing Adam's hand on my shoulder, "How have you been? You know, since… well, the freak out."

I stared up at him, our matching eyes slowly turning away each other, "I'm okay. I really miss Portman, though. I'd wish he'd just get over her, despite all he's scared of. I don't understand, I just want him to get over it. But I can't force him to come."

"I miss him too," He admitted, fiddling with his fingers. "I think he'll come soon enough," He nodded to himself.

"I hope so," I mumbled. Ah, the heartfelt moments when I knew me and Banks were okay. Whether we were just friends or we were feeling that we were something more, it was just me and Banks, in the moment. "I can not believe this kid likes guys," I said, with a grin, looking up at Adam. He looked down at me and laughed. Ah, our heartfelt moments.

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"So you guys are back together?" Connie mumbled, in her pillow, as I tried my best to quietly close the door, only in completing to trip over a sweater and crashing into the door, slamming it shut. She winced, and sat up in her bed, looking at me, confused.

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking as if I was Adam myself. She stared, "No, no, we aren't."

"On your way, though," Connie said, and I sat on my bed, my shoulders shrinking in. Gah, misery loves company. Why'd my room mate have to be the queen of misery at this moment? Can I ask for one moment of happiness with Banks? Just one moment. "That's good," She smiled. Aw, she's my favorite. A second later, a series of bangs were heard against the other side of the door. "Damn, Banks is a desperate one."

"Connie!" Guy yelled, and Connie's eyes got wide.

"Oh my God," She stared at me, her brown eyes shining with worry and excitement.

"What do I do?" It's like talking to a five year old who is lost in the mall, staring at a cop, who is asking them where their mother is.

I raised an eyebrow, "Answer the door?"

"Yes," She stood up. "Oh yes, answer the door. I can do that."

She stared at me, her hands atop of her hair, in tangles, "Connie."

"Yes," She stood up straight. "Answer the door." Quickly walking over, she opened a crack in the door, Guy visibly trying to peek in from the other side. "Guy? What are you doing?"

"Cons, we're both miserable. We can't do this break up thing, it's ridiculous for us to try it," Guy said, whispering. God, seriously this kid says the corniest things, yet you still get the 'aw' feeling in your stomach that makes you want to puke, but smile and giggle while you do it. "I mean, if Julie and Adam can get it together, then we sure as hell can."

"Hey," I frowned. "We are not together."

I saw his one eye stare at me, "Right."

Connie opened the door completely, pulling Guy in with her hands on his cheeks, taking him into their make out session.

"That's my cue," I mumbled, trying to get past them. But there they stood, not moving an inch. "Jeez, you guys," I said, pushing them out of my way, and pulling the door behind me.

Wait. So everyone thinks me and Banks are getting back together? This is the third time, third time is a charm, right? Or not.

Am I even ready to start this chaotic relationship with Banks again? I've been too busy enjoying that we didn't get to catch ourselves on what we're getting ourselves into. Or maybe he knows where this was going and I was the oblivious one? Or did I know and I just didn't want to think about it?

Well… with Connie and Guy making up, making out, same thing, in my dorm, I might as well figure this out with Banks right now.