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A/N: I think you guys will like this chapter, lots of Banks and Julie. Well, it's all Banks and Julie. Thanks for the reviews you guys, I'm glad people still read and like it. There's a reference to one of the infamous chapters of Speak, kid (the story prior to this) so I hope you readers who read that joyous Speak, kid story still remember, and can pick it out. Not much to see in this A/N, so enjooy. Reviews and feedback, please.

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Banks. We need to talk. We need to figure out…

Julie Katherine Gaffney. What are you gonna say to this kid? Are you just gonna bang on his door, disturb him, just to stand there in front of his doorway, look down confused, and then just walk away because you aren't even sure what you have to ask or tell him?

Yes, you are, because you're Julie, and he's used to this, and he should love it. Well, he should be used to it by now. It should make him smile because he thinks it's cute. Or not.

I sighed, "All right. Here we go." With that, I knocked on his door, palms sweaty, and eyebrows furrowed, still trying to quickly think up of what I can say. Well… just let the words flow. Dangerous, definitely, but it'll get everything out into the open.

I watched as the door knob turned, suddenly remembering that time when I fell on top of Adam. I looked up. Yeah, that didn't sound right. And he was standing there with his cute little toothbrush wrapped up in a paper towel. Not only was the brush shielded by the towel, but the handle was too. A wasted paper towel that his mother probably made him do since he was a kid.

"Jules?" His voice interrupted my nostalgia and I stared at him. "You okay? Something wrong?" Aw. Asking automatically if I was okay, and something was wrong. My Banksie is definitely in there somewhere. Hell, he might have never really changed.

I shook my head, "I'm fine. I just wanted to talk." I paused, "Plus, Connie and Guy are making out in my room."

"Ah, the break up and make up," He said, stepping aside to let me in. "What number is it now?"

"They don't even know the answer to that," I mumbled, standing there awkwardly. "Sometimes I think they do it for fun." Sitting down on his bed, Banks motioned for me to sit beside him. "This time I'm glad they are back together though. It was a pretty serious break."

"I know," Adam said, looking down. "Guy would talk about the same thing every night."

I chuckled, "The kid could be pathetic sometimes, but you gotta love him."

Adam nodded, and the silence fell onto us. Not the pleasurable silences, where you bask in the thought of knowing that the one you want, and like, is there with you in some way. It was the kind of silence that indicated something needed to be said. That scary silence.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, looking down at me, as I looked up at him.

Quickly, I looked back down, scared of the eye contact we were caught in. It was dangerous sometimes, our eye contact. The way heat just suddenly appears, and butterflies enter my stomach and I swear I'm going to throw up on him. But in normal Banks fashion, he turned away also, feeling the heat and butterflies take over. Something was happening, and it was oddly feeling like the moment before our first kiss.

Mm, kissing. We should do that instead.

Nope, nope. Focus, Julie.

"I just wanted to talk to you about some," I shrugged. "Stuff."

"Big stuff or small stuff?" That is a good question.

"Big stuff," I answered, my tone confident.

"Well, shoot," He said, and I gulped.

"Well," I paused. "Well, I was just wondering." Paused, again. God, I kill him when I do this, I know it. "Well…" I sighed, "What the hell are we?"

He looked down at me, and I looked up. The two of us surprisingly not pulling our glances away from each other. He smiled uncomfortably, and shrugged a little, "Whatever you want us to be."

I smiled wide. He's cute. "Well, I want us to be us," He smiled back. He's cute. He really is. "But I need to know some things."

"Whatever you wanna know," He said, giving a nod.

"What if we get busy again?" He looked down, "Because I don't want us to lose it again just because we're busy and can't prioritize, and can't spend time with each other. When we were busy, I was always wondering-"

"If I still wanted to be with you?" He interrupted, and I nodded. "Yeah, I was wondering if you still wanted to be with me, but I was always too scared to ask."

"Well," I looked down at our legs hanging off the bed. "Maybe we should talk about us more. Instead of just being too scared and running away from it, which eventually leads us to our deaths." He laughed, and I smiled.

"Sounds good," He replied.

I looked up at him, and ignored my thoughts that were telling me to still hide my feelings, just in case he might hurt me again. But you have to trust to love, right? "I just don't wanna get hurt again. And losing you hurts me."

There it was. The spark. It was invisible, but it was always there when we had our moments. It would spark, then he would stare at me, like he knew what I was thinking, telling me that it was going to be okay and he was there for me. He would see right through me, and I wouldn't be scared. The spark. I love the spark.

"Jules, you'd never lose me," His low voice sent shivers up my spine. Hm, different. But nice. "Whatever you wanna do to make this work, we'll do."

Leaning down, as he did every time after the spark, he'd put his hands on my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. Leaning my own face up, we met, and it felt like the first kiss again.

Mm, the kissing. Definitely better to have the talk before the kissing. Just makes the kissing better. You're a lucky girl, Julie Gaffney, and this is a lucky day, with a lucky second first kiss. Maybe we'll win the away game, too.

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No scholarships? What the hell, man. I get my Banks back. I get my second first kiss. We get Charlie back. We smile and we laugh. I stand up for women all over the world by making that ass of a dean remember that girls play hockey too. But for all that to get shot down by the news of our scholarships getting pulled from under us?

Jeez, it just does not work out. Life just does not like people. But we're Ducks, and Ducks are dangerous. They don't have teeth, but they will flap you with their wings, slap your face repeatedly, and hold on to your fingers with their teeth less mouths, and won't give up until you give them what you want.

So give the damn Ducks what that want!