Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing :( But I do own Lily and Jordan

Green Walls

(Two Years later)

She slumped in the front seat of her dads red pickup. Her mom had just woke up in the backseat. Lily looked out the window and recognized the familiar neighborhood around her. The trees leaves were starting to come off as the end of fall was near. It was nice and breezy outside, perfect time to bundle up by the fire, and drink a nice cup of coco.

They came to a stop in front of an old home with white brick walls, and green window sills. Her dad hopped out of the truck, and she climbed out too. She stretched her legs, and took in a deep breath of the fresh morning air. "We're back." Charlie Conway said happily followed by a yawn. Yes they were officially back in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Home of the Mighty Ducks.

Boxes were already inside. Charlie's team had helped them move back last week. This was the first time Lily had been back since she was eight and now she was 14. There were so many memories, from the creaks in the wood flooring to the frozen pond in the back. She smiled as she remembered faces whom she shared memories with.

Her parents had moved inside, when she caught a glimpse of a boy her age, with dark short hair, who looked really familiar. He smiled and waved from the distance. Without thinking about it, she did the same. She shook her head and ran up the steps into her house.

It was a big home, but smaller than she remembered. Then again, she was just eight years old the last time she stepped foot in here. Right in front of her was a wall, and as she looked up, the wall leaned closer and closer, then it stopped. She then remember that on the other side of the wall was the staircase.

To the left of the wall was a hallway leading to the kitchen, and to the right was the living room. She walked down the hall and passed the door to her parents room and the half bathroom under the stairs, until she came to the kitchen. It was small but homey, and had a nice island in the middle, with three stools scooted under the bar side. Her mom was already there, cleaning dishes to put up in the cabinet.

"Well, how does it feel to be back up North?" She asked.

Lily shrugged. She honestly didn't know what to say. Wasn't sure if she was happy. There was no doubt that she was going to miss the Florida beaches and the warm weather all year round, but then again, she wasn't happy living in Florida, until she woke up in the hospital that day. She made her way up the staircase, she sighed when the third step creaked. Her thoughts drifted to a memory before she left.

It was a winter day, and Lily had just spent the whole day on the pond. She drug inside unhappy, because her mother demanded her to come clean up for dinner. As she made her way upstairs, she dropped her skates on accident and she chipped the wood off. Her dad had to glue it back. Ever since then, it's always creaked.

As soon as she made it to the stairs end, she smirked, knowing that this open area would be known as her area to hangout with friends-assuming that some of her friends still lived here. This used to be her dads study, and his place to have his team come for parties, or some of the Ducks get together for reunions. Now since she was going to be in high school, her dad said that this would be her area, and he and her mom would have the down stairs living room.

To her right was the guest bedroom, and her bathroom. She rounded the corner of the stair case and made her way to the end of the carpet to a door that was her bedroom. She thought to herself, 'Everything has probably changed.' But when she opened the door, she had dropped her bag to reveal dark green walls with yellow lining. She couldn't believe here eyes. It was still the same color, same everything. She whipped her head around to the wall beside her door. Tears welled up in her eyes. The hole was still there, in the shape of her small fist, that had punched the plaster on her last day before she left. She still couldn't believe it was still there. After all of these years.

There was paint cans on the floor. It was silver paint, just like she had wanted. She debated on whether or not to get started. She realized that there was nothing else to do, and it beats helping her parents downstairs, besides, she loved to paint.

It took her an hour to prime the walls. Except one. She couldn't do it, something told her not to paint that last big wall. It didn't feel right. As she waited for the walls to dry, she uncovered the black beanbag chair and sat down and decide to read a book. She wasn't really paying attention to the words, she just seemed to be distracted. After quite a few hours, the walls were pretty dry and ready to be painted her shiny silver color.

She ended up falling asleep when she was finished. Her dad had found her passed out on the chair, book in hand.

When she had woken up in the morning she was on the couch up stairs in the open room. Sunlight drifted in from the huge window, blinding her for just a moment, until her eyes adjusted. She stood up and stretched and went back to work. She couldn't help but want to get it all finished.

Her dad had walked in to help her build her bed, and move her dresser into place. Other than that she was done by noon.

Sitting on her bed, she went throughout a couple photo albums of her and her parents over the past two years, trying to decide which ones to frame.

Then it hit her. She dropped everything, hopped off her bed and walked over to her desk and sat on the floor. She searched the carvings of the wood until she found and open crack and lifted the wood out of place. It was still there, lying in the small hole in the ground, the small homemade Mighty Ducks lunch box her and an old friend created when they were just six years old.

It's amazing how she couldn't have possibly remembered her childhood memories before the incident, but now her memories were clear and fresh in mind, as if they just happened. She grabbed the metal box carefully and opened it. The first thing she saw was a photo of her dads team, the original Mighty Ducks. The next was of her and her dad, her first day on the ice. The next photo, the tears that were building up in her eyes fell. It was of her and her best friend-at the time-sitting out with her arms drooped down round his neck, smiling at the camera.

She couldn't help but cry, they were so close. She always cherished the time they had together, even if it were just those five minute chats on the phone, or just passing on the road. They were the best of friends, and now what were they? Acquaintances? No, more like Ex-Best Friends, if you'd recommend that as a title. They had a huge fight that last day before they had left, and they never made up, even when she wanted to five minutes after he'd left her house. She hadn't seen him since then, but she figured that it wasn't important now.

Her dad walked in on her, "hey Lil-" he stopped when he heard a sniff. "-What's wrong?" He walked around the bed and she lifted the picture. He sighed when he saw the boy. He came to sit right beside her on the floor. "You know, when you were waking up in the hospital, you said his name?"

She narrowed her eyes. "What?" She whispered.

He nodded, "Yeah, you said it so low, that I could barely hear you, but you said it. 'Jordan,' you whispered. I didn't know what it meant, you were still upset with him, even though you hadn't seen him for years. You said his name, out of all people, his name. That's got to mean something."

Lily looked back at the photo of there smiling faces, then she face her dad again. "I miss him daddy." Her head buried in his chest, he wrapped her in a hug.

"I know you do baby girl." He spoke softly. "Are you hungry? Because your mom made lunch, and it looks good." He said with a big smile. She nodded, while putting the box back in the ground, covering it with the wood.
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Two weeks had passed and there was nothing Lily wanted to do more but get out of the house. When she got her chance, it was nothing she wanted to do. Her dad had went to go volunteer to be the peewee hockey coach at the local hockey rink. He was going to coach District 5, also known as the Ducks. She sighed, unknowing what to do. She didn't want to walk inside the hockey rink. She had avoided doing so for the past two years.

It was Friday morning when her mom woke her up to get started with school. She was homeschooled online. She never went to a regular school since her dad had started playing and traveling a lot. Her dad had finally decided to let go on his hockey career, well at least right now. He figured he needed to spend sometime with his family without the distraction of hockey. As the time passed, Lily knew her father wanted to do something with hockey so when her mother mentioned coaching, he knew exactly where he wanted to coach. They packed up and moved back to Minneapolis.

When noon came, she was done with her work. She had decided to leave the kitchen and make her way up the stairs and go into her room. She walked over to the balcony doors and opened them to the cold air.

It was early October, and the air was nice and cool. She imagined that it would start to snow sometime next month as winter drew near. She couldn't help but admit to herself that she'd missed it. The weather was perfect for her, but every time she would look down to that beautiful pond, fear creeped over her. The memory of falling came rushing back. It wasn't as strong as it used to be, but her scar on her head hurt, and sometimes she would get a migraine.

The scene was beautiful right in front of her. She had noticed this everyday she came out, but today it looked perfect, it was just a little overcast, so the air was filled with mist. She could see a few of the houses close to her, like the one next to her. It was more of a two story log cabin, gorgeous inside no doubt.

Down in the back, there was a little river that separated the houses, but a bridge that connected them together. The leaves on the trees were a bright orange color, and some were yellow and brown. It honestly looked like a perfect fall day.

She honestly couldn't help the fact that her mind drifted off to old memories, but there were so many, so vivid in her mind that she could honestly remember the scent of her memory. Most were good, with occasional upsetting moments, but nothing could compare to what happened in Florida. She liked it there. Afterwards, but she came back to the north with a sun kissed tan, and lighter hair that the sun had dyed naturally. Her tan had brought out the blue in her eyes. She no longer looked like a northern girl, she looked like a beach chick.

After her cast had come off, she had lost a lot of weight. Twenty pounds at most. It wasn't too healthy considering she was originally 123 and became a 103. It was so difficult for her to walk again, she had to learn by taking baby steps. The guys she hung out with-mostly her hockey teammates, who never mentioned hockey around her-helped her get back on her feet slowly.

Her dad had encouraged her to at least take on exercising so she could stay in shape, and build muscle. At first it was hard, because she would start to hurt, but she pulled through, and now she looks like a girl that you would've never had guessed was put in a wheelchair and had a hip brace on.

She brought out her cushions from right inside the door, and placed them on the chair that they belonged to. She had thought about music, but she decided that she just wanted peace and quiet. A few minutes passed and she shivered.

"I thought you might've been cold." Her mom said from behind. Lily jumped just a bit.

"Gosh, you scared me." She laughed a little bit.

"I thought you might want a cup of coco. It's a bit chilly out here. Something I'm going to have to get used to again." She said handing Lily her cup.

Lily sighed. "It's different but the same." Her mom narrowed her eyes. "I mean from before we left." She understood by nodding her head. "No doubt that I missed it here, but just when I got used to living in Ft. Myers, we left. I don't even look like I'm from here, with my sun kissed tan. I doubt anyone would recognize me."

Her mother scoffed jokingly. "Baby, no one would recognize you anyway. You're grown up. You look older, your figure is coming in. You're turning into a young lady." She agreed. She did have a figure now, not necessarily the curviest, but it was still a nice athletic build, just like her mother.

They sat for a while in comfortable silence, just enjoying the view. Lily's coco was almost done. She missed the taste of cinnamon in her mouth, and was glad to have it back. Her mom was reading a book, and seemed to be lost in the words, her eyes drifted slowly down the line, studying the book, word for word. Lily laughed silently, knowing where she had gotten her interest in books.

Lily had soon dozed off into a dreamless nap, until her mom shook her awake. It seemed like seconds before, but it turned out to be a couple hours.
"Lil, your dad needs you to come with him to the rink." Her mom said.

Lily groaned in response. "Do I have to?"

Her mother nodded. "Oh, you'll get over it. One day Lil." She said, jokingly.
Lily got up from her chair, grabbed her brown uggs and trudged her way down stairs. Her dad was waiting patiently for her at the front door. He smiled, hoping to get a smile back. She wasn't going to do it. As much as it killed her, she walked right past him and made her way to the red pick up. He looked at her mother, and she rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"We'll be back in two hours." He told his wife. When he got in the front seat of the vehicle, he turned to his daughter. "Can I please have a smile Lil?"

Okay, so she did her best, so she turned to him and gave him a small smirk.
"I'll help you bring the equipment in but I'm not staying in there. I'll wait in the truck." She said, no longer facing him.

He pulled out of the neighborhood. "Wow, I can actually get Lillian Conway to step back into a hockey arena? I must be pretty special. Besides, what are you going to do for two in a half hours?" He shook his head with sarcasm in his tone.

She turned to the back seat and grabbed the copy of Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief and held it up. "Dad, I have Percy Jackson, and the radio. The truck doesn't have to be running in order for me to listen." She smiled.

"And what about air?" He asked.

"It's called cracking the windows?"

"And the heat?"

This time she laughed, knowing he was trying to make any excuse just for her to join him in the hockey arena. "Dad! It's 50 degrees outside. I think I'll be fine."

"What about the cold then?" He asked, knowing he was losing.

She was still laughing. "Dad, I'm wearing your thick hockey jersey that's still two sizes too big, and I have a pair of jeans and my uggs. I'll be fine." She said honestly.

"One day Lil. You'll figure it out. One day." He said.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says." She mumbled under her breath, thinking he didn't hear her, but he did.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. When they arrived, no one was there, just yet. He told her where the locker room was and she took the box of supplies. She walked in, and two guys were standing in the room. One was her height with brown, short spiked hair, and big lips. He sort of reminded her of Danny from the movie Grease. The other kid was tall with brown, long, shaggy hair and brown eyes. They both looked familiar. They were both putting pads on when they noticed her.

"Sorry boys, but I just need to set this in the coaches office. You mind pointing me in the right direction?" She asked.

The boy with the big lips spoke. "Oh, it's around the corner." He pointed to his left, behind him.

She smiled, thankfully finding it. After she walked back out, she headed for the door outside. "Thanks." She opened the door and left. When she got closer to the truck, she noticed a few more kids arriving, including a girl that looked about her age, except she had vanilla ice cream blonde hair that fell just past her lower back. Lily thought to herself, 'Wow, she must be pretty tough to play with all of those guys.'

'Just like you.' Her mind spoke back to her, subconsciously. She shook her head, 'no, I'm not tough anymore. At least I don't feel like it.' She waited, thinking that she just imagined the whole thing the first time. 'Yes, you still are. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.'

She tried opening the door to the pickup and it was locked. "Ugh! Father! You did this on purpose!" She said aloud to herself. She waited a minute, then made her way to the front doors.

She walked in, and her dad skated out on the ice, but was talking to someone there. When she saw the smooth ground, she knew that the Zamboni had just cleaned it up for hockey practice. She stared at the ice tempted to step out and walk over to her dad. Instead, she just froze in place for just a moment, looking at the ground. She zoned back in and rolled her eyes. Looking up, her dad was talking to the group again. "Coach!" She called out, her voice echoing the arena. She had no idea why she had called her dad coach, but it just seemed right, knowing where they were.

All nine players eyes looked over to her, and so did her dad. He smiled, and skated over. "Are you sure Lil?" He asked hopefully.

She shook her head. "No Dad." She looked at the ice. "I'm not ready." She said quietly. She held out her hand, wanting the keys.

He pulled them from his pocket, and handed them to her. "It's okay, just don't keep the truck on the whole time, it's still cold out there." He kissed her forehead, and skated back to the group who were still looking at her.

One boy caught her eye. He was tall, thin, but medium build. He had short, dark hair, tan skin, those natural pink lips, and bright aqua eyes. Her eyes widened in realization to who he was. She looked over at the man who her dad was talking to a few minutes before and he smiled and waved to her. She smirked just a little, but looked back over to the boy. He still looked at her and then he smiled, unwillingly. He raised his hand as if waving to her. She couldn't help it, but she smiled and waved back, turning around and walking out the door.

Her thoughts drifted back to what she had asked herself many times before. 'Do you think we'll make up?' There was little possibility at the time, but she smiled excitedly to herself. Jordan Banks was back.