Friendship
Chapter
1: Hanging Out
Story
Notes: Part of the
series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary:
Adam and Cecilia’s
friendship is having a few rough turns, after they have their first real fight.
Fred gets jealous of them being so close.
Rating: R, used to be PG-13.
Warning: Nothing major, besides from
cursing.
Timeline:
April 1998. (As
always when it comes to references to movies and music, imagine this as an
alternative universe, okay? I don’t have time to figure out which movies that
came out in 1998. I’m just mixing up old movies with new movies here. There are
some major anachronisms in this story. And in my other stories too, by the
way.)
(Un)
Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: I just loved the mood Adam was having in Go!
(written by Star and Charisma), so I’m basing ‘my’ Adam on ‘their’ Adam.
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 Cecilia’s point of view.
Italic means thoughts.
“Are you
sure this is the proper way to hang out a Friday night?” Adam asked and grabbed
some popcorn from the bowl Cecilia had in her lap.
“Hey, don’t
eat ‘em all!” Cecilia yelled, without turning her head from the TV. “You’ve already
finished all the M&M’s, don’t you dare eat my popcorn too.”
“If you
want to hang out with someone who won’t eat your candy-treats and is quiet for
the whole length of a movie, maybe you should’ve invited Fred,” Adam replied,
shoving most of the popcorns into his mouth.
“Nah, he’s
not so fun to hang out with. And, I don’t know where he is either, of course.”
“Of
course,” Adam mumbled, trying hard not to spit popcorn at her.
“Swallow
much?” Cecilia laughed. “Hey, wanna watch that movie on...”
Adam
interrupted her before she could finish her question. “Hell no, please,
Cecilia, I’m tired of watching stupid movies week after week.”
Cecilia
gave him a hurt look. “You don’t like hanging out with me?”
Adam
smiled. “That hurt puppy-look won’t work with me, honey. What I meant was,
maybe we could do something else. Everyone else is doing something more
valuable then watching ‘Thelma and Louise’ for the hundredth time.”
“They do
not!” Cecilia laughed, hitting him with a pillow. “They are out getting drunk.
You rather do that? Those are the stuff you do on Saturday’s, when you can
sleep off your hang over on Sunday.”
“Well...”
“And,
besides, you don’t have to be here, watching movies with me every Friday. You
do have other friends, don’t you? And it’s not every Friday either. And it’s
definitely not ‘Thelma and Louise’ I’m forcing you to watch, please, God, like
I would actually watch a movie like that?”
“No, the
movies we watch are even more pointless then that.”
“Since when
is ‘Bad Boys’ a pointless movie?”
“Since,
like, ever? Look, Cecilia, I really do appreciate that you and I have these
little movie-nights together, but maybe we could do something else for a
change? Don’t know about you, but most of the time that we freak out and have
fun, is when we don’t sit in front of the TV.”
“Movie-nights?
How ‘Dawson’s Creek’-y isn’t that?”
“‘Creeky’?
Why are you failing English again?”
“I am not
failing English,” Cecilia said a little grumpy. “I have an A in English. I’m
good at English.”
“I was
kidding, you insane little girl.” Adam glanced at her, trying to get her
attention away from the popcorn bowl. “Ahm, maybe we could go to some club or
something. I think the others are at Moonlight.”
“I’m going with
Fred tomorrow. I can’t party two days in a row.”
“Of course
you can! That’s what teenagers do! Try to live a little.”
“I’m not
afraid, I can be a teenager,” Cecilia mumbled under her breath.
“What?”
Adam shrugged and tried to get back on track again. “C’mon, we almost never go
out and party anymore.”
“Just every
weekend. And sometimes on Wednesday evenings, when our morning practice have
been cancelled, but whatever, what I mean is, we party. We get crazy.”
“You and I
never do things like that. We only hang out here in your room, or in my room,
watching stupid movies. And occasionally we team up, driving our teammates
insane with our energetic behavior. That’s all we do!”
“So, our
friendship need us to get really drunk and pass out somewhere? Adam, I have
other friends for doing that. You and I should just stay in this bed, watching
crappy movies, and sometimes freak out together, for no apparent reason at all.
That’s what I love about our friendship. We don’t need to pretend that we’re
someone else; we can just be who we are. Right?”
“I stopped
listened after friendship.”
“The first
or the second one?”
“You said
it twice? Man, you’re a talkative one, aren’t you?” he said, and ruffled her
hair around. Cecilia tried to smack him in the head with the remote, but he
ducked, used to her moves by now.
“Fine, I
guess we can go out somewhere,” Cecilia said after a while. “But we’re not
having a ‘going-out-and-get-drunk’ friendship.”
“What kinda
friendship do we have then?” Adam asked, busy changing the channels. “Look,
that Nike-commercial you like, Cee!”
Cecilia
rolled her eyes and took the remote away from him. “I don’t like that
commercial. It’s ridiculous.” She paused for a while.
“What kinda
friendship do we have then?” Adam repeated.
“A crazy
friendship. A ‘freaking-out-together’ friendship. A friendship you can do
anything in. You can let go and stop being so uptight. Like Freddie Prinze JR
and Claire Forlani in ‘Boys and Girls’, but without the sexual tension.”
“You’re
just saying that because you have the hots for Freddie Prinze JR, Cee,” Adam
replied.
“I do not!
I just think he’s cute.”
“Yeah,
that’s why you get that horny look on your face every time you see him,” Adam
laughed.
Cecilia
looked at him with a disgusted look. “You are so annoying!”
“Yes I am.
Besides, if you looked like Claire Forlani, I’d be all over you by now.”
“Screw you.
I’m just saying that we have a special friendship. Where you don’t have to
pretend, and just let go,” Cecilia repeated.
“So, what’s
wrong with partying, then? You can let go, you can freak out. You can get drunk
and crazy, and the best part is, you’ll probably not even remember it the next
morning. Unlike some movies you have to live with remembering. Forever and
ever. And ever.”
Cecilia
took a bite of her candy-bar. Ever since she and Adam had began to hang out
together, they’d drove even closer to each other. At first, it had been a few
conversations, and after they’d both realized that they could drive their
friends nuts with their common energy level, they had really begun to bond with
each other.
Now they
were closer then most of the others in the team when it came to having a crazy
friendship. Their Friday nights together, sitting in each other’s beds watching
stupid movies over and over again, had become a habit. Their friends were out
getting drunk, and they stayed in their dorms, trying to stay awake.
Cecilia
sighed. Adam and hers friendship was a weird one. She knew him better then any
of the others in the team, besides from her closest friends. Well, he was one
of her closest friends too, of course. They could talk to each other, but most
of all, they had fun together, and that was the most important part of their
friendship. To be able to have someone to freak out with, to have someone with
the common interest to drive the others crazy. Together they were like
five-year-old kids, being high on too much sugar. It drove the others nuts when
they began with their usual routine, trying to cheer the others up, or just
annoy them.
It was a
great way to try and convince them that she was a complete opposite to what she
really felt inside. That whole fake life she’d been able to pull off the last
couple of months.
“Look,
Adam, I just don’t feel like going out tonight. Maybe we could do it some other
night instead?”
“I see.
You’re afraid that Fred won’t approve, right?”
That was
the problem with Adam. He could always push the right, or the wrong, buttons since
he knew her so well. He was always right, but she would never admit that.
“No, I’m
not,” she said with a bit of annoyance in her voice. “He knows that you and I
are friends.”
“Yes, he
does, but does he like it? That we share every Friday in each other’s arms?
That we share a bed when we fall asleep on each other?”
“He knows
that too, you know that. And we don’t share a bed like that. He’s my boyfriend,
you’re my friend. I’ll never sleep with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.
Don’t be such a drama-queen, Banksie.”
Adam
smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up then? I was just kidding, you know. I
know what kind of friendship we have, you crazy bitch.”
Cecilia
laughed. She couldn’t stay mad at him for very long. She had other friends for
that purpose.
“And I also
know that Fred trust you, probably more then he should,” he continued. “He’s my
friend, and I won’t jeopardize that. Especially not for you. And that whole
sleeping-thing? Friends do fall asleep on each other occasionally. You’re not
my dream-girl, Cee. I’m not even thinking of getting you into bed. I already
know that you snore when you sleep. Spare me.”
“Screw
you,” she smiled. “I do not snore. That much. You do know that I’m different
from your other friends, right?”
“Besides
from the fact that you won’t let me watch when you undress, and that you’re the
only one that falls asleep on top of me after watching ‘Bad Boys’? Over and
over again. Or the fact that you can’t stop bitching about stuff I don’t care
about? That you have the largest amount of clothes anyone could have? Or that
you can’t sing at all, not even one note, without breaking windows at the same
time? I know you, Cee, just deal already.”
“I was
being sarcastic, Adam. Do all of your other friends let you watch when they
undress? Sounds creepy. Could we please watch ‘Bad Boys’ again? I love the part
where they bitch with each other.”
“That’s the
whole point of the movie. That they bitch. Pretty much just like the way we’re
bitching now. And, no, I was trying to be sarcastic with that whole ‘undress’
thing. You’re not the only one with a weird sense of humor, you know.”
Cecilia
leaned back into his arms. Okay, he was her best friend. But he wasn’t the most
comfortable guy to fall asleep on. That person could only be Fred.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“I hate
this movie!” Adam exclaimed. They had decided to watch ‘Armageddon’ instead of
‘Bad Boys’, but Adam was already bored out of his skull.
“You don’t,”
Cecilia yawned. “You love it, especially the part where Liv Tyler’s panties is
shown.
“Her bra,
and no I don’t.”
“You cried
when Bruce Willis died.”
“You were
the one who cried. I just thought it was a good action sequence. Somewhere
there in the middle. I wanna go out, please, join me.”
Cecilia
sighed. She couldn’t help but feeling a bit bored. Maybe they should go out and
do something fun.
“Fine, but
no heavy-drinking. We have practice tomorrow.”
“Speaking
like the true team-captain. Besides, you don’t have to drink.”
“If you do,
I’ll do it too. I’m very easy to persuade when it comes to group pressure. I
can’t just sit and watch you drink. That’s just not me.”
“Well, come
with me and get drunk then. You’re the assistant team-captain. They can’t
punish you.”
“Charlie
can. And he will. Ah, just screw it, let’s get out of here, c’mon.”
Adam
cheered and jumped up from the bed. Cecilia, who was sitting next to him,
almost fell off the bed.
“Let’s go,
Cee, we gotta get movin’ if we wanna be out all night.”
Cecilia
began to laugh. “What are you? An extra from ‘That 70’s Show’? Stop talking
like you’re stuck in time.”
“Let’s go,
Cee,” Adam said once more. “I don’t want to have to wait for you all night.”
“I have to
get changed first,” Cecilia began, but Adam protested in a second.
“Like hell
you are. If you have to change, it’s gonna take at least two hours. And if
you’re gonna shower and look decent, well, we’re stuck here all night long.”
Cecilia raised
her eyebrows. “So, I don’t look good as I am? Hours to get ready? Maybe I
should just lock myself into the closet for the rest of my teenage years, huh,
Adam?”
“I didn’t
mean it like that. I just meant that you’re a girl.”
“Thank you,
much better. Are you done insulting me now, or should I book a time at the
therapist right away?”
Adam pulled
her arm. “C’mon, Cee. I promise not to insult you anymore. Just get dressed
now.”
“You know
the rule, Banks. No hanging out while I’m getting dressed.”
“I thought
the rule was no hanging out when you’re getting undressed. Fine, I’ll close my
eyes,” Adam said and turned around.
“Promise
not to look?” Cecilia said with a smile. “Because if you do, I have to kick
your ass.”
“I’ll
better wait in the hallway,” Adam grinned. “So I won’t get to temped to see you
naked.”
Cecilia hit
him with the pillow, while he was walking to the door.
“Besides,”
he continued. “I have already seen way to much of you then I should. You’re no
Claire Forlani, but you do have great legs.”
“Get out,”
Cecilia laughed. “Dumbass.”
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Notes: From Adam’s point of view.
Adam showed
up half an hour later with his usual knock on the door. He didn’t knock just
once; he knocked like his life depended on it, until someone opened.
“Could you
just stop doing that?” Cecilia asked when she finally opened. “It’s really
annoying. My door is gonna brake someday if you keep knocking like that.”
“Try to open
faster then,” Adam replied. “I can’t stand outside in the hallway waiting
forever. This is the girls’ dorm. I would be teased if anyone ever saw me.”
“See you
entering a girl’s bedroom at nine in the evening? They’ll exclaim you as their
hero, president of Boys World. Official sicko of Girls World. You’d like that?”
Adam nodded
and smiled. A reputation like that? What guy in the world wouldn’t like that?
And he could really need it too, since half of the school, and the team too for
that matter, still considered him as that preppy ‘cake-eater’ Jesse exclaimed
him to be back in fifth grade.
The only
times he didn’t consider himself as boring, was when he spent time with
Cecilia. Somehow, she drew that crazy side out of him, that side he almost never
could express. But he could admit; when it came to being crazy, Cecilia was the
mayor.
Oddly
enough, she almost never expressed that side of her in front of the rest of the
team. They could freak out together and drive the whole team nuts, or they could
be these two quiet individuals, who never spoke in front of the whole team, and
never made too much fuss about anything.
That’s why
he loved spending time with Cecilia. She was his first real friend who was a
girl. He couldn’t call her his girlfriend, since she wasn’t. Technically. Just
because they hung out every free time they had, and called each other as often
as they could, didn’t mean that they were a couple. He just appreciated their
friendship. He could be himself, and make as much ‘fuss’ about himself as he
wanted.
There
wasn’t one girl in the whole world that could re-place her; she was his best
‘girlfriend’. Well, how else was he supposed to describe her?
“I have to
have my bag,” Cecilia explained. She had slid onto the floor, and was now
crawling around on her knees, throwing things around.
“Your
‘purse’, you mean,” he teased. “Gosh, you’re such a girl. You can’t leave
without your make-up and your mirror and that picture of your beloved
girlfriend and your credit-cards and your contraceptive and...”
“That’s not
it! I need my money, my phone and my pepper-spray, so I can get rid of you
faster. By the way, it’s not a purse, it’s my backpack.”
“Whatever,
I can borrow you some money, lend you my phone, and if you really get annoyed
with me, you can just throw the pepper mill in my head, and I’ll pass out right
away.”
“Fine.”
Cecilia sat
up and he extended his hand to help her up. She sighed, gave up the ‘bag-chase’
and took his hand.
“Fine,” she
said again. “Let’s go, Banksie.”
Adam held
the door open for her and waited until she had passed him before he shut it
close.
“Wait, I
need...” she objected, but he had already closed the door.
“Too late,
Cee, guess you have to live without your ‘necessary’ thing, whatever it was.”
“My keys,
Adam. You closed the door, and my keys are inside.”
“Tough
luck,” he chuckled. “Look, I bet you can crash at Fred’s if you behave. Let’s
go now, they’ll close before we get there!”
Cecilia
gave him an icy stare and mumbled something under her breath that he never
heard. That was probably for the best anyway.
“C’mon
Barbie, let’s go party,” Adam grinned. Cecilia slapped him on the arm, and they
kept scuffling all the way out on the street.
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