A New
Beginning
Chapter
6: Remembering a Good Deed
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My own room.
Fred and I on good terms with each other again.
I scored a goal in our first game.
I’m doing pretty well, actually. Who would’ve known?
Adam and I get along just fine. Fred and I get along too, and he’s being really nice to me. Charlie is tormenting me like crazy, but he’s the captain, he’s allowed to do so. I’m driving Connie crazy, but I’m her friend, I’m allowed to do so.
I’m almost grown-up soon. I mean, because I turn eighteen in a few weeks. People think I’m making it up when I say that I attend college. Why is that so hard to believe? Maybe I’m a girl with high IQ? Maybe I skipped a few grades in school?
Nah, they probably get that I’m just a girl with a lucky star. I had to skip my last year in junior high when I began playing for the Ducks. They moved me right up to be a high school freshman, along with my fellow –84 friends. We had to read with our tutor Ms. MacKay to catch up with everything. That’s why I got out of high school one year before I actually should’ve. I’m not the only one; Fred and the other ‘Swedes’ did too, plus the youngsters from the Owls.
I like being a youngster. I’ve always been the youngest. I’m the youngest on the team, and the smallest. He, he; that made for some fun several times in... Well, I have to say it, high school.
I’m the last one to turn eighteen. Derek Dillinger from the Owls’ former team is the second youngest. Even he’s eighteen and all grown-up. I’m still the baby. I have a feeling that my up-coming birthday won’t change that.
“So, how does it feel to still be the little one?” Adam asked me. “You know how lucky you are, right? If you get into trouble, no one can charge you on anything, because you’re not old enough yet.”
“I think they can change the rules for that,” I smiled. “There’s two weeks until it’s my birthday. If I killed someone, I’d be on death-row.”
“Yeah, probably. But you still have the whole world by your feet. That must be so cool!” Adam joked. “I remember the days when I still had all of my adventures in front of me. Then I got this annoying side-kick, and after that, everything went straight to hell.”
“Are you implying that I’m not worthy enough to be your room-mate?” I said. “Is my life over when I become grown-up?”
“Trust me, if you ever become grown-up, we’ll all go under,” Adam smiled and shoved me a little. “Back to something much more entertaining. You’re planning on throwing a huge party, right? Lot’s of alcohol and hot girls. Right?”
“No. I was planning on staying at home and mope around. Besides, my parents will probably call. I have to wait by the phone so they can wish me happy...”
“That’s crap!” Adam exclaimed. “You’re going out, and you’re going to get drunk and wake up one year older with a horrible hang-over! Like normal people!”
“So, I’m gonna go to bed as eighteen and be in a coma for a whole year and wake up on the night of my nineteenth birthday?” I asked. “Cool! Talk about a wild celebration!”
Adam and I was sitting in the living room, eating candy. That’s a thing we use to do. It reminds me of the first time I hung out with him. He tricked me into doing his algebra homework, and we ate so much M&M’s that I felt sick for several days. That was great. Seriously.
I can’t say that I’m taking college too serious, because I’ve missed lots of classes already. I never do my assignments in time, but I get them done. Even Fred has been telling me to get a grip, and that means that I’m really in trouble.
“You know what I mean. And we have to get you a guy,” Adam went on. “You haven’t been with anyone since we got here. You and Fred broke up seven months ago. Hello, are you alive at all?”
I would never get together with anyone but Fred. If the others want to pretend that I’m in need of a boyfriend, they can. Fred’s the only guy for me. Just thinking about other guys makes me nervous. I can’t be with anyone else. I just can’t.
“Sure, I’ll put up some flyers tomorrow,” I replied. “I bet there are tons of guys just waiting to get with me.”
“Maybe you don’t have to put up a picture of yourself on the flyer?” Adam mused. “I think you would get more answers that way.”
“Screw you, Adam. We can’t all look like you, can we?”
“Was that an insult?” he laughed.
“It was a lame insult, but yes, it was!” I said.
Charlie tumbled into the room with lots of books in his arms. He’s taking college seriously. Am I the only lost case?
“I see you’re working hard,” Charlie said and dropped the books on the coffee table. “Adam, didn’t you have an essay to write? And Cecilia, how many classes have you ditched today?”
“What’s it to you, captain Nosy?” I asked. “Just because your Daddy is running the team, doesn’t mean you have to be all parental and responsible all the time.”
“Hey, he’s not my Dad,” Charlie replied. “And even if he might be, I’m just looking out for you. You said it yourself; you’re mine to look after. You’re only an infant, a baby, a tiny little girl.”
“I never should have said that,” I pointed out to Adam. He just shook his head slowly in agreement.
“Charlie, have you heard what she’s up to?” Adam interrupted. “She’s not gonna celebrate her birthday, she’s staying home watching re-runs of ‘The Nanny’. Is that healthy?”
“No celebrating? Not even drinking? Who are you, and what have you done with Cecilia?” Charlie asked, baffled over my actions.
“She’s in her room, watching re-runs of ‘The Nanny’,” I said tiredly. “You show me off like I’m a dull, lame person. I’m not. I’m really smart.”
“Why do you keep skipping school then,” Charlie said.
“Because I already know everything, duh!” I answered and got up from the couch.
Charlie and Adam turned around when the door was opened again. This time it was Fred and Guy.
People come and go through our room/apartment, as they like, because it’s the biggest one of all. And we always have food in our fridge. Plus we have lots of channels on the TV, because we live with Adam and Fred. The rich ones. Everyone stays here like they live here. It’s kind of cool, because I’ve never been in the popular gang before. Okay, I was in the First Line. Fine, maybe I was kind of popular, compared to some losers.
Nish was too, so maybe I’m not so popular after all. Because Nish is an idiot. If he can be popular, anyone can.
“Guess what your girlfriend just said,” Charlie told Fred. “She’s refusing to get drunk on her birthday.”
“Nice, tell Mommy on me,” I muttered. “That’s really mature.”
Fred just sighed deep. “First of all; I don’t care. Second of all, I’m neither ‘Mommy’ nor anyone’s boyfriend. Why do you keep dragging me into this conversation?”
“We’re planning a party for your... for Cecilia, and you have to be involved. Because you have like insider information about her that we need for this occasion,” Adam said. “You’re part of the team, so you’re part of this. If you have problem with that, you have to file a complaint to the captain of the team.”
“You can stop now,” I whispered to him. “You’ve said enough.”
“Thanks,” Adam mumbled and went back to eating his candy. He’s so cute sometimes.
Fred went over to the fridge and grabbed a soda. Then he quickly walked back towards us and pointed at me. “I want a word with you,” he said, while walking towards my room.
I frowned a little. Who is he to order me around? “I think you got it wrong, if you have any complaints, it was Charlie you should turn to,” I said with a squeaky voice. “I’m still just the assistant captain, I can’t file complaints.”
Fred just stared at me for a second. “Now, Cecilia,” he finally said.
Fine, let him have his way.
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Guy and Connie might get married soon, because I’ve put money on that belief. They are soul mates and other mushy stuff. I bet Guy never have gotten Connie knocked up. They are too responsible for that.
Guy and Connie are seriously annoying people. Especially Guy. Okay, I might consider them as two of my closest friends. Connie put up with me a lot more then I gave her credit for. Guy pulled me out of lots of trouble several times.
They totally deserve to be happy. If they get married, I’ll be happy for them. I can even be a waitress on their wedding. Baby-sit their offspring. Buy them an engagement gift from Tiffany’s. Throw Connie an engagement party. I could even put on a dress, fix my hair and put on some lip-gloss if Connie wants me to look nice for the ceremony.
But I’m looking too much into the future, because they’re not getting married. But if they did... Man, I would be so jealous. But I’ve made a bet with Adam, and if they get married, I get a hundred bucks. He, he...
“Wipe your tears away,” like Fred would say. He always said that to me when things didn’t go my way and I got one of my famous outbursts. I was really hopeless when I was younger. I remember how mad I could get, and I yelled and threw things. Most things hit Fred, because he was the only one who had the guts to be close to me when I got my fits of rage.
I had some serious outbursts, but I’m over that now. I’m a mature, young lady now. I never threw things whenever Fred and I were arguing last year. I never yelled evil things, and I never tried to hit him. I’m a hockey-player; the only way to solve issues is to be violent. That was how it used to be.
Who the hell am I kidding? I’m still a hothead, desperately trying to hold back my outbursts when I feel trapped in my feelings.
If Connie and Guy got married, I would kill myself. It should be Fred and I. It should be our wedding, our child and our engagement.
But Connie is a nice girl. A good friend. A great girlfriend. Honest, sweet and lovely in every way. She deserves a wedding. So I’ll give her that, since she put up with me for so long, through all the hard times. I’ll accept taking money from Adam. I’ll dress up in something.
But Connie, just so you know; you better remember what a good favor I’ve returned.
I really hate to dress up.
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