Spring Fever
Chapter 1: Annoying Behavior
Story Notes: Part of the series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary: It’s spring break, and the First Line has decided that they should either go to Mexico, or convince Fred to take his Dad’s offer to borrow his house in Miami. Fred is still refusing while they leave Los Angeles for their undecided destination.
Rating: PG-13, don’t know why yet...
Warning: Uhm, I guess for sex and stuff? Cursing, maybe? I feel like writing innocent stuff today.
Timeline: 1999, post almost everything. Well, not everything, but almost…
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: I’m currently writing on three different stories, so excuse me if I seem a bit disoriented. I just had to lighten my mood a bit, after writing on ‘Secrets’. A bit of this story is inspired by the story Go! (written by Star and Charisma).
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 Connie’s point of view. Italic means thoughts.
This was going to be great. Or hell. There wasn’t anything in between; it was either going to be great or hell.
It was Friday, the last day before spring break started. Most of the people had already left the school, and the classes were half-empty. If that, even.
Connie yawned. It was hot as hell in the classroom and the only ones that had shown up for the lesson was she, Guy, Adam, Cecilia, Charlie, Travis, Fred and Scott. The others in their class, including the air-headed football team, were skipping the class.
Not like it mattered, it was too hot to pay attention, and their teacher seemed to think that too. She was busy reading a paper; Connie guessed that she had the new issue of Vogue hidden behind the newspaper.
“Can I have a sip of that?” Connie asked, pointing at Adam’s water bottle. “I’m dying with thirst. Can’t we just bail too?”
“And waste our perfect attendance? Kidding, right?” Scott said sarcastically. “I’m not sure why I’m here in the first place. Anyone?”
Everyone turned to look at Cecilia, who was sitting in the window, staring out. She looked like she was about to pass out from the heat, and she didn’t even turn her head to know that they were talking about her.
“I’m trying to be a good captain, that’s all. Skipping classes is not something you should allow your team to do, when you want to be a great leader.”
The sentence seemed to take up all of her last strength, and she waved her notebook in front of her face to cool down. She leaned against the window and slowly turned her head to face the rest of them.
“Is anyone else dying with sweat? I am,” Cecilia mumbled. She seemed too worn-out to speak any louder. “You guys can leave if you want, who’s holding you back?”
“You are,” Scott replied. “You told me that if I didn’t turn up for this lesson, I’d be a social reject. You were very convincing. I must’ve been drunk or something.”
“Yeah, you told me the same thing, and I know I was drunk,” Adam moaned.
“Hey, not all of you were forced to be here,” Cecilia glared at them. “You have your own opinions, don’t you?”
“You’re the assistant team-captain. We can’t go against your orders,” Connie pointed out.
“Well, everyone else clearly did,” Cecilia snorted. “Besides, Charlie and Travis can order you to leave.”
“I’m here by own choice,” Travis smiled. The others stared at him. “Yes, I’m that crazy.”
“You’re here because Nish have left for Canada, and we were the only one left to hang out with,” Guy laughed. “Well, if Nish were in L.A. he’d be in this hell-hole too, of course.”
“That’s why I love Nish,” Cecilia grinned. “He have no opinions of his own, and he is easily manipulated. One can boss him around anyway you want.”
“You wouldn’t say that if he were here,” Fred replied. He had been resting his head against the table until now, when he’d decided to participate to the conversation.
“Maybe I would, you’ll never know that, would you?” Cecilia stretched out and jumped down on the floor. “I’ll miss Nish. Why is he going home, when he knows that we’re supposed to be out partying?”
Connie yawned again. It had to be the heat that made them so tired. It was contagious, because both Guy and Fred started to yawn too.
“I’m going to go pack,” Charlie growled. “If I stay here one more minute, I’ll turn to dust. Maybe we can leave earlier. Fred?”
This time everyone turned to look at Fred. He shook his head. “Forget about it, I’m not talking to my Dad again. If I agree to take his offer, I’ll have to work at MC until I die. I rather kill myself then ask him for a favor.” He turned to look at Cecilia, who had been sighing why he was talking.
“What?”
Cecilia answered something in Swedish, and Fred replied. Since their conversation seemed to be a rather private one, the others decided to talk about something else. Mostly because they didn’t understand a damn thing.
“Yeah, whatever,” Fred muttered and rolled his eyes. “Why do I always listen to you and your stupid ideas?”
“Dunno,” Cecilia grinned. “Maybe because I’m your girlfriend?”
“Keep this up, and we’ll see about that,” Fred said, with a bit of annoyance. Cecilia leaned forward and said something else to him in Swedish, and he waved her off like she was a fly.
“We better get those two separated before Fred kills her,” Scott suggested. “Cee? Be nice now, okay?”
“‘key,” Cecilia smirked. “It’s two o’ clock, I think we should leave now. Ms. Adams? Can we leave now, without getting our asses into detention?”
“I’d be happy to give you all a recommendation to Harvard if you left now,” Ms. Adams replied. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Don’t get yourselves into any troubles now, kids?”
“We won’t,” they all answered. Charlie laughed.
“Like that was actually the truth, huh?”
“Shut up, Charlie. We get to leave early,” Cecilia hushed him.
“So, when do we leave?” Guy asked, grabbing his bag.
“I have some packing to do,” Connie added before anyone could say anything.
“We all figured that out yesterday,” Fred smiled at her. “Let’s say Tuesday, at nine?”
“Don’t be a spoil-sport,” Charlie told him. “We’re leaving today, and not another word about it. You too, Fred. At four you should all be down at the parking lot. Scott, you’re coming too, right?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. I might go home instead.” The others began to object, when Ms. Adams interrupted them.
“Please, take this conversation outside, so I can get home,” she pleaded.
“Two hours from now, everyone. Tell the others too. If you’re not there, I’ll be very mad.” Charlie gave them all his most indignantly look.
“This is why he’s the team-captain and you’re not,” Fred told Cecilia.
Cecilia hit him with his notebook and all his notes went flying over the room. Ms. Adams sighed loudly, and the rest of them moaned.
It was going to be a long spring break.
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Author’s Note: Short chapter. Forgive me. It’s midnight, and I’m tired...
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