Valentine’s
Fools
Chapter 1: Counting Down for Disaster
Story Notes: Part of the series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary: Valentine’s Day is coming up, and it makes everyone on the team go crazy.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Can’t think of anything in particular. Right now.
Timeline: February 1999.
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: It’s not just about Valentine’s Day. I’m borrowing a few things from D3 into this story.
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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February 2nd, from Adam’s
point of view.
“You idiot!”
Okay, I know I can be a bit stupid sometimes, but I actually have no idea what I did to deserve to be called an ‘idiot’ this time.
I look at the person who’d been yelling. Cecilia of course, who else? She can scream louder then any one else I’ve ever met. All she does is yell and scream, especially at me. We’ve been friend for too long, she’s getting on my nerves.
“Please, don’t yell,” I beg her. She slaps my arm and smile.
“Well, don’t be an idiot then,” she answers. “You weren’t going to throw that out, were you?”
I look at the half-eaten sandwich in my hand. Yes, I was thinking of throwing it out. It’s pretty much already garbage. “You call me an idiot because I want to throw away garbage? Shouldn’t you be busy chasing every garbage-truck in town?”
“It’s not garbage, it’s food!” she explains patiently, like I’m a small child. It’s obvious that she’s the child right now.
“It’s garbage,” I state. She gives up a piercing yell when I toss the sandwich into the trashcan next to our table.
Cecilia looks devastated, like I just tossed away something very valuable, instead of a disgusting sandwich. I can’t help but smile at her. Man, she’s the best at exaggerating. I think she’s actually pondering over if she should pick the sandwich up, or leave it.
“It’s just a sandwich, Cee,” I sooth. “Here, buy yourself a new one.”
She stares at the five dollars I stretch out for her. I know she’s not going to take it, even though I don’t mind. When it comes to money, she’s low-key.
“I just think it’s a waste of money to throw away a perfectly good sandwich. You could’ve eaten it anyway.”
“It’d been on the floor. I don’t eat stuff that’s been on the floor. You were the one dropping it there, so please don’t call me an idiot.”
We always fight like this. We spend way too much time together, that’s why we go on like this every time we have disagreements.
“There’s Charlie!” Cecilia exclaims and turns her head in the other direction.
Even though I know that Cecilia and I are going to get into a fight if we go somewhere together, I always tag along with her anyway. When she asked me if I wanted to go to Rainbow a couple of hours ago, I didn’t turn her down. Maybe I should’ve, but I never do.
“How’s it going?” Charlie asks and sits down next to me. He shows no sign of spending too much time with Cecilia, because he’s not annoyed at all.
“Adam threw away a sandwich a second ago,” Cecilia begins, but Charlie cuts her off before she gets a chance to tell the whole story. Thank God!
“I don’t really care, Cecilia. Not even you can get me down a day like this.”
Cecilia looks surprised. “Wow, a day where you’re not grumpy? I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience a day like that.”
“Well, prepare yourself. I won’t even snap at you,” Charlie continues cheerfully. “I’ve had the best day ever, and nothing can destroy it!”
I’m stunned. It’s in the middle of the week, we have practice in an hour, we have lots of homework, and Charlie is still up beat? Usually he’s one step away from killing us all on a Tuesday afternoon.
“So, what’s up with you?” I ask. “Did you get drafted by the NHL this morning, or what?”
“Nah, better,” Charlie smiles.
Now I know something is wrong, because Charlie never considers anything as better compared to being drafted by the NHL. I wait for an explanation, but Charlie just keeps on smiling.
“It’s because it’s Valentine’s Day!” Cecilia yells suddenly. Both Charlie and I jump.
“Excuse me what?” Charlie says.
“You’re like this because it’s Valentine’s Day in a few weeks,” Cecilia replies. “You all go crazy right before a huge event.”
“‘We all’? As I remember it, you and Fred went completely out of your minds at this time last year,” I say.
“Not because of this stupid holiday,” Cecilia explains. “We had our reasons.”
“Yeah, you’re always crazy, no matter what holiday it is,” Charlie mumbles.
Cecilia tries to kick him, but accidentally kicks me instead. I hope it’s accidentally; otherwise I have to kick her back, because it hurts really badly. Cecilia gives me an apologizing smile and leans forward.
“I’m sorry, Banks. I wasn’t supposed to kick you.”
“As long as you don’t do it again,” I reply and grab her arm. “Let’s just call it even, okay?”
Cecilia nods and tries to shake me off. Luckily, Charlie cuts through, because we’re close to a new fight.
“Could you please behave?” he asks with a voice of impatience.
I let go of Cecilia and look out the window instead. We behave like we’re an old married couple sometimes, but she’s not even my girlfriend. That’s good, because if she were, I would’ve killed her off already. I don’t know how Fred has been able to put up with her for as long as he has. It must be because he loves her or something.
“It’s not because of the dance?” I hear Cecilia ask Charlie.
“Depends on what dance you mean,” he answers.
“The ‘Heart and Soul’ dance of course,” she grins. “I’m not going though, but I know that you’re going.”
It really must be Tuesday, since Cecilia acts like she and Fred are broken up.
“You’re SO going,” Charlie laughs. “You’re just mad because Fred haven’t asked you yet.”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t like Valentine’s Day. It’s too commercial for me. It’s just for couples and those who are in love. I hate this holiday.”
I exchange a look with Charlie. We are both thinking the same thing; Cecilia is in complete denial. She always pretends that she’s not at all into love-stuff, but she is. If she acts more un-girly, she would be a complete fraud.
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not like that,” she smiles. “It’s way too mushy for me.”
“And Fred haven’t asked you yet?” I say.
“Yeah, that too,” she gives in.
I’m more curious of what Charlie is smiling at. I have no time to ask, because Fred gets up to our table with Guy and Connie.
So, here we all are, gathered like always. And always around this table too. I wonder how this table got to be ‘ours’? It’s a real cliché, actually. In every TV-series, there’s always these certain people that always hang out together, have their hangout place and a table of their own.
If this were a TV-series, we’d be that gang. Maybe with a bit of censoring to our conversations, but still...
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