The Duck
Farm
Chapter 1: Long Bus-Rides
Story
Notes: Part of the
series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary:
The Ducks are away
for a tournament. They have to camp in the wilderness for a couple of days, and
real camp-life begins.
Rating: PG-13, language.
Warning: Just the usual loads of sexual
references.
Timeline:
After ‘Another
Angle’, that’s all I’m sure of.
(Un)
Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: A little suggestion; don’t start writing on
five stories at the same time. I’m currently very occupied with trying to
finish the other fics too. Why am I beginning on this one? Have no freaking
idea what so ever.
Disclaimer: Disney owns The Mighty Ducks, Roy
MacGregor owns the characters from the Screech Owls-books, and I own my beloved
Swedes.
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Notes: From Guy’s point of view. Italic means thoughts.
Bus-rides and car-rides was the worst thing you could get stuck in. Especially long ones. It was not so bad to go by bus, not as bad as it was to go by car, but it was still a pain.
Guy yawned. Why did they have to leave Los Angeles anyway? Lots of tournaments were put there. Like the Junior Goodwill Games, and so on. Why leave the city, why leave the state for a stupid tournament?
Personally he’d never been in Colorado before, but how good could it be? They had snow, the Avalanches and as far as he knew, the TV-series ‘Dr. Quinn’ took place there. That was all he knew.
He heard Charlie’s voice from the front of the bus. He was having a conversation with Cecilia about camps.
Cecilia had her most serious voice when she spoke. “I hate camps. They destroy every little child’s believe in the fairness of the world. It has crushed plenty of childhood dreams. I hate camps.”
Charlie gave up a small laugh. “Never went to one, huh?”
“Nope.”
Guy couldn’t understand how a person could grow up without attending at least one camp. Well, she wasn’t ‘camp-material’, as Nish had declared earlier.
Guy leaned back into his seat and put on his headphones. Another couple of hours listening to a conversation like that and he’d lose his mind. Connie was sitting next to him looking out the window. She was always calm during long travels. Thank God.
If he’d have a girlfriend as hyper as Cecilia could be sometimes, he’d suffer from a heart attack very soon. Connie could be like that too, but not so often. Right now he was glad that she was sitting calmly on her seat, without having any weird attacks.
It seemed like forever until they finally pulled over for a quick pit stop. Guy got up and was first out of the bus like always. Connie jumped out after him.
“I’m going to get something to eat,” she said. “You want anything?”
“No, I’m fine.” Guy went over to the rest of the First Line that were standing over at one of the park-benches.
“Hey, where’s Con?” Cecilia asked.
“She’s buying something eatable. I don’t understand how you can eat on a bus. It makes me sick just thinking about eating.”
“Well, we can’t all suffer from travel sickness, can we?” Charlie replied. “I can’t believe that you have been able to go this far without bitching at all. You’re usually the first one to throw up when we stop for break.”
“I’m not. I just don’t like to travel. It’s not car sickness, it’s boredom.”
Cecilia jumped up from the bench and began to skip up and down on the ground. Fred sighed loudly. “What are you doing?” he asked after a while’s skipping.
“My foot has fallen asleep. It’s your fault, by the way.”
Oh, joy. A stupid Cecilia-story.
“How the hell did you figure that out?” Fred said sounding confused. “I haven’t touched your foot.”
“Well...”
Guy didn’t listen to Cecilia’s stupid story. He didn’t know why, but he found her deeply irritating after a long car-ride. He usually had patience enough to have her around, but not after hours in that bus. There had been several times where he had given her a hard time just because of his own problem with traveling.
“Guy?”
Guy was deep in his own thoughts, and hadn’t realized that Connie was talking to him. “Huh?”
“I was asking you if you want to stay here ‘til we pick you up in a week?”
Now he was confused. What was she going on about now? “Huh?”
“We’re leaving,” Connie laughed. “Are you coming, or what?”
He couldn’t be annoyed with Connie, since she hadn’t done anything. Sometimes he wished that he and Cecilia wasn’t that close friends. If they hadn’t been, he would feel less guilty if he yelled at her for no apparent reason what so ever. Damn him to have to be friends with everyone...
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Notes: From Adam’s point of view.
Okay, so he
got very energetic on long bus-rides, mainly because it was so boring to just
sit and stare out the window. It was his job to annoy the others during long
bus-rides. Well, it was his and Cecilia’s job, actually.
If there
was anyone that got more annoyed then the rest, it was Guy. Adam felt a little
bad for him. It couldn’t be so great to both suffer from travel sickness and
having him around. For the greater good, and his own health, he’d decided to
leave Guy alone. Cecilia was up front with Charlie, still yapping about her
lack of camp experience.
Maybe Fred
had told her to wind down a bit. He got irritated when she was bouncing around like
a lunatic all the time. It was amazing how much she listened to him when it
came to stuff like that. Of course, he was her boyfriend, but still, couldn’t
she be a little disobedient? Adam was bored.
“Adam, what
are you looking at?” Portman asked. He was sitting on the seat across the
aisle.
Adam gave
him a confused stare. He wasn’t sure what he’d been looking at, he had just
been thinking to himself. “Uhm, nothing?”
“Were you
ogling at Cecilia again?” Portman smirked. God, this was annoying. He hadn’t
been interested in Cecilia at all at any time. Why did everyone assume that
just because they spent time together, he was having a ‘thing’ for her?
“No, I was
thinking.” Adam turned his head around and looked out the window again. Portman
poked at him.
“Adam,
look...”
“No, I’m
not in the mood for any of your ‘Adam loves Cecilia’ bits. Can’t you just let
that go? Because it’s getting kind of old,” Adam told him.
Portman
shrugged. “I’m just so very amazed that you two can be so close without having
any interest in one another. You get very tied up for just one girl. And she’s
not even your girlfriend.”
How much
sense as that actually made, Adam couldn’t let Portman have the satisfaction of
being right. “Well, it’s just sad that you consider yourself as the master of
relationship, even though you haven’t had a girlfriend for months now.”
“I’m
exploring the field,” Portman replied. “Besides, at least I’m not hanging
around a girl just so I have an excuse to turn other girls down. If you and
Cecilia are just being friends, why do you act like she’s your girlfriend?”
“I don’t!”
Adam exclaimed, waking Dwayne up in the seat next to him.
It was
true, though. He used Cecilia as an excuse to not have to spend any time with
anyone else. It was sad and pathetic, but he had been so used to hanging around
her, he really didn’t need anyone else.
He knew
that he didn’t consider her as his ‘girlfriend’. She was way too annoying and
un-girly for him. But as a friend, she was definitely the best one could have.
Portman
left the conversation un-finished when Cecilia came tumbling up to them from
her own seat. She gave Dwayne a meaning look. He gazed back, not realizing what
she wanted. Adam had to hit him on the arm, before the message went through.
God, he
could be so slow sometimes.
“Right,
okay,” he said slowly and got up. Cecilia smiled at him and waved at Adam to
move in.
“Forget it,
I’m not sitting by the window,” he declared. Cecilia gave him a tired look and climbed
over him. Portman gave him an amused look, but Adam ignored it. They had
already talked about this several times.
He could
admit that the only way to get them all off his back was to get himself a
girlfriend, but what was the point? If he wasn’t interested in anyone, why
settle for just anyone, just to please his friends?
Cecilia was
talking, but he wasn’t paying any attention at all. He was thinking on how easy
everything would be if she wouldn’t be such a close friend to him.
Portman
kept clearing his throat from his seat, and Adam felt like hitting something.
Not Portman, since he would probably kill him if he tried.
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