Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. snaps fingers in defeat

A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while, right? Well, I'm sad to say but there's only going to be two or three more chapters left in this story. It's so sad considering this JulieAdam romance has been going on since Speak, kid. Thanks for reading you guys, and the reviews always make me smile. Hope you guys like the chapter. Reviews, please.

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Tip toeing across the room, the floor creaked, and my shoulders jumped up. Freezing for a moment, I looked over at the big lump on Connie's bed covered in purple and pink flowered sheets. Goodness Connie, you just had to use the sheets that your mother bought you when you were six, and you constantly told her you hated the color pink. And you finally decide to use them at this age. Shaking my head, I continued to make my way out the door, opening it smirking, and closing it, grinning that the mission was accomplished.

It was six in the morning, and I wanted to run to Banks. How pathetic, I know. But it also got me excited that I didn't have enjoyment of hearing Guy and Connie to wake me up. Now that was something to cheer about.

Turning to my left, I almost bumped right into a groggy boy, whose hair was all over the place, and eyes half closed. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked, and he stared. "You look awful."

"Gee, thanks, Julie," He mumbled, and stood there.

"No, really, what happened to you? You look like you got no sleep," I said, and he rubbed his eyes.

"I didn't get any sleep, I'm going to your room to get some sleep," He said, walking right past me. No sleep? I wonder why he didn't get any of that.

Opening the door to Banks and Guy's room, I realized, this was the reason. Charlie was sitting on Guy's bed, and Banks was leaned against the wall. Charlie had been here all night, talking, and catching up with Banks and Guy. Guy probably just got hit with the realization the sun was up, and he didn't catch a second of rest. The other two were still oblivious to the fact that the sun was shining outside, the same way it was when they started their conversation. What girls.

"Morning, Jules," Charlie said, as I walked in, closed the door, and jumped onto Banks' bed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Right, ignorance is bliss when you're a happy couple." He paused, "Again."

"Hi, Charlie," I said, sitting next to Bank, against the wall. "So, what's the conversation topic right now?"

"Actually, we were about to go to sleep. Guy influenced us," Banks said, looking down at me. In my mind, I am actually snapping my fingers in defeat. I missed the intellectual talk about life and emotions, instead of talking about hot girls and cars. Damn it.

"Aw, that sucks. I missed it," I looked down. "What were the discussions, though?" Well, now that I'm here, they're getting no sleep at all.

"Well, we were talking about how much it sucked when Banks was on Varsity," Charlie started.

"So, you guys figured your issues out and are resumed as best couple again?" I had to ask. They nodded. They understood that the low ball joke was in all seriousness. "Well good, then all the couples are all fine again."

"Not Portman and Fulton," Banks muttered. I frowned. I haven't talked to Portman in days. The Ducks have been so busy with getting angry at Varsity and the school, and I was so busy with getting back together with Banks that I hadn't had the chance to talk to him. I'm a horrible girl best friend.

"We talked about Hans," Charlie mumbled. Hans. It was of the most not talked about subjects between the Ducks. Even if we wanted to talk about the loss of Hans, what would we have to say? It was too hard to even get any words out. It was too hard not to cry when you even said his name. Which made me realize how intense the conversation in this room could have been last night. "We talked about you and Banks," Charlie said, breaking the silence, and was already smirking as we looked up at him. "Well, Banks talked about you. Guy talked about Connie."

"Charlie talked about the Linda girl, who I gotta say, we haven't corrupted in our Ducks ways yet. Also, he talked about how bad he messed it up," Adam said, as I looked up at him, his face still red as he tried to change the subject.

"Soon enough," I said, giving a nod.

I looked up at Banks and over at Charlie. God, I miss these kids.

"So, you guys also talked about how Charlie was PMSing like he was going through an intense menstrual cycle that would just not end, and how this new side to him made us ask ourselves if there was a loss of testosterone in Charlie's body?" I smiled, sweetly. He glared, smiled, and rolled his eyes.

He definitely missed us.

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"Should you pursue their cancellation, I will slap you with an injunction."

I laughed. Yes, I did. I tried to hold it in, but as soon as Bombay walked a few steps away, I couldn't help it. I didn't laugh out loud, but I made a mouse like sound of a squeak, when I smiled, closed my eyes, and tried to silently laugh. I don't know why I did. I don't understand how it was funny.

Wait, yes I do. The way Bombay said slap. It was like SLAP! Like he wanted to actually slap those rich people who reminded me of my mother, and Banks' father. Or maybe it was just in imagination that he said so full of emotion. As I giggled to myself, I slowly looked up to see Fulton, Banks, and Guy staring at me. Ken slowly turned around to stare at me.

Yes, it was only me who thought it was funny.

Clearing my throat, as I looked down at my shoes, I tried my best not to look up at all, incase anyone else heard my little stupid laugh, which apparently was for no reason. But I had to look up when the silent chattering between the board members began, and the looks of defeat began to flood their faces. They lost, and we won. I told you. The Ducks will flap their wings and knock you over.

Taking me from my thoughts, Banks leaned down, and kissed my cheek. Ah, I like him.

"We get to stay in school together," He said, and my smile fell. His did too. "Uh, is that a bad thing?"

"No, I just didn't realize that if this meeting didn't go our way than I'd have to go home, and we'd have to break up," I glared a little at him, and he retreated as if it was his fault. "Again."

"Well," He cautiously put his arm me again. "At least it'll be fine, right?"

I gave a nod, and we followed behind Charlie, as Varsity blocked him, "Sure, fine." He took his arm off me, and the Ducks all put their war faces on.

At first, I rolled my eyes at every word they said. But once they almost, note the word almost touched Charlie, all I could think of was, 'oh no, he didn't.'

I narrowed my eyes. This is war. If Portman was here, he'd sit on all of them.