One Step Too
Far
Chapter 1: The Wonderful World of Disney
Story
Notes: Part of the
series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary:
It’s summer and
hot, and the weather is influencing the players to the max. Suddenly all the worries
for school and the future is put to the side, and the result is not the best.
Rating: R.
Warning: Alcohol-problem, drug-using and
sex, plus some bad language. I really went all out this time. No smut though.
Timeline:
Right before their sophomore year begins. July and
August 1998.
(Un)
Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Yes, I said I would have this story up by
January. No comments, please. Oh, I forgot to say; when it says one or two
names before a chapter or something it means that it is thoughts, or a
conversation between two specific people. Maybe that’s obvious anyway? I just
needed to rant a little...
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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“Every journey ends where it begins, right back at where you started. Choose your steps carefully.”
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Portman shoved the door open to Charlie and Fred’s room. He quickly jumped out of the way when the door came flying back towards him.
“I have the best of plans!” he exclaimed, expecting a curious respond from the rest of his teammates. “Hello? Anyone here?”
“Yes, we’re here. Just a bit absent,” Charlie replied. He turned his head away from the TV and nodded at Portman. “Hi, by the way. Come in, join the flock of defeated Ducks.”
Everyone else in the room mumbled something in unison, greeting Portman to their gathering. Portman wrinkled his nose. “You can’t be serious. We have only a few weeks left of our summer vacation, and you’re voluntarily trapped inside the dorms? Naw, come on!”
Connie threw popcorn at him. “Shush, Portman. We’re trying to watch a movie.”
“Come on people, we’re only young once!” Portman shrieked and put his hand on Connie’s shoulders. “Please, say that you’re not lost to the evil side yet, Connie. We can’t afford to lose such a lovely girl like you.”
“We’re watching ‘The Lion King’, not performing religious rituals,” Charlie pointed out. “Sit down, they’re about to sing that song you like.”
Portman gave him a terrified look, and then he shook Connie around. “You’re fifteen years old, and you rather watch a stupid cartoon then to come out partying with ME?” he went on with the same high-pitched voice as before. “I don’t give a flying fu...”
“If you’re going to swear and scream and go on like a retarded rhino, could you please do it some place else?” Fred asked. He sat by his desk with his head buried in his hands. “Yell somewhere else. I can pay you.”
“Look, there’s someone who knows how to party,” Portman continued and climbed over Connie and the bed. “He’s the only one of you that has a hang-over. It’s kind of pathetic to get a hang-over, it only shows that you’re an inexperienced drinker...”
“Thanks,” Fred muttered.
“...but at least he knows that he should be out drinking.”
“Are you done?” Russ asked. “I did not come here to hear you bitch.”
“No, you came for the entertainment,” Portman barked back, kicking at the chair Fred was sitting on. “Fred, don’t you wanna hear about my plans?”
“Do I?”
Jesse leaned over Charlie to grab the remote, and then he turned up the volume to drown out Portman’s whining. No one but Portman reacted. “I’m trying to talk here!”
“This is not a talking area,” Connie said with her mouth full of popcorn. “It’s like the library, but without the books.”
“And without that ugly librarian on the second floor,” Luis filled in.
“Could everyone shut up? I’m trying to watch!” Charlie shouted. “Travis, tell them to shut up!”
“Travis is not here,” Connie laughed. “He’s still back home in Canada. Charlie, you’re the captain. Shouldn’t you know things like that?”
Charlie shrugged. “I only know that some people aren’t here. I can’t keep track on who they ARE! Cecilia is still around though, right? I’m not alone with the responsibility of being the captain, am I?”
“I’ve been here for the last couple of hours,” Cecilia answered from the floor. “I was here from the beginning of ‘Aladdin’, during ‘Bernard and Bianca in Australia’ and I will probably stay through ‘Cinderella’ too, even though that movie sucks pretty bad.”
“It does not!” Connie exclaimed. “I love those little mice and the dress she gets. And when she gets to go to the party and dance with the prince. It’s a true fairytale. I love that movie.”
Charlie laughed. “I remember when you forced me to watch that movie with you in second grade. What was the record? Twelve times in less then a day?”
“It’s not funny,” Guy growled. “I had to see it so many more times then you had to. I also had to see ‘The Little Mermaid’, ‘Four Weddings and A Funeral’, and of course my personal favorite in the category ‘What I love to hate’; ‘Titanic’.”
Portman cleared his throat loudly. “Hello!? Am I invisible?”
“No, you’re quite the opposite. Loud and obnoxious,” Charlie shot back. “Shut up, Simba is returning back to the flock.”
“Does anyone have any other idea what to do this sunny day?” Portman asked. “I’m tired of begging for your attention. You wanna do something, besides from watching stupid movies, with stupid animals, and stupid stories.”
“Hey, it’s Disney! How can you NOT love Disney?”
“I guess we could go out and do something. Portman is right,” Connie caved in.
“Great!” Portman cheered and jumped up on the bed. “Wanna know about my plans now?”
“Do they involve alcohol and late night partying?” Charlie asked. “I’m in charge now when our coaches aren’t here. What do you think they’ll say if they find out that I let you all get drunk, huh? Especially the youngsters. Maybe you shouldn’t tag along.”
“Maybe we could go see a movie?” Connie suggested. “They might show some movie in town.”
“It’s Los Angeles. There’s a movie theater around every corner,” Adam said. “So, we’re getting away from the TV, to watch a movie? Sounds healthy.”
Charlie turned off the VCR and climbed down from the bed, almost stepping on Cecilia’s arm. The others gathered themselves too, heading for the door. Portman banged his head against the wall. “That was NOT what I meant by ‘going out’!”
“Why does everyone keep on yelling?” Fred sobbed from his desk.
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