The Way Things Were

Original Work by Emaliar Malfoy

Edited and Reposted by Bobcatwriter

Summary:

Sequel to The Way Things Are. Adam, Charlie and Bella are back for their sophomore year. But things aren't back to normal just yet. This story will feature angst from Adam and worry from Charlie, Bella and the rest of the Ducks. Please read The Way Things Are first and as always please leave a review.

Rated T

Disclaimer: We don't own the Ducks and probably never will because they belong to Disney. However, Emaliar Malfoy does own Bella, Emily, and a few other random characters.

A/N: This is the sequel to the other Mighty Ducks fic "The Way Things Are". We recommend you read that one first. However, this can also be read as a stand-alone story. Please read and review.

Chapter 1

Adam POV

{Dream/Flashback July 30th, 1994}

Charlie and I decided to go for a skate. It was early and it was the only thing that we could think of doing since either of us could sleep at that hour. But when we arrived there was already someone on the ice.

She skated up to us taking off her headphones and shaking out her shoulder length brown hair.

"Hi. I'm Emily MacMillan. Figure-skating, USA,' she said cheerfully. Charlie and I just stared at her with our mouth hanging open. She was perfection on the ice. 'And you would be?"

I was the first to speak, "I'm Adam Banks and this is Charlie Conway, we are on Team USA hockey."

"Ah, so you would be the Ducks, huh? I have heard a lot about you," Emily said.

"That's us," Charlie grinned.

"Forgive me, but what happened to your arm?" Emily asked me.

"Oh, Iceland," I said as I looked at my arm in sling.

She shuddered before she said, "Uh, don't get me started on those barbarians. They want to win, and they will play dirty to do it. Did no one warn you?"

"Not really no," Charlie said.

"Well I best be going, good luck with the rest of the competition you guys," Emily said as she smiled and then put her headphones back on and skated off.

{End of Dream/ Flashback}

August 25th, 1997

That's when I woke up.

"Shit," I whispered looking down at my arousal. This always happened when I dreamt about her these days. The dreams usually differed from that to when we won the Gold for the Junior Goodwill Games and she came to congratulate us or some fictional reality where we kissed and fell madly in love.

My alarm beeped.

6:45 What the fuck? I thought. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs and into Coach Bombay and Ms. MacKay's room, shaking them awake.

"Coach, Coach. I need a ride. First day of sophomore year, remember?" I asked.

"Geez, Banks, what time it is it?" Coach groaned.

"Sophomore year, I need a ride to the dorms, ring a bell? Ding-a-ling," I said.

"Well, where are all your things? I'll drive you," Ms. MacKay said, rolling over.

"About having all my things…" I started to say.

"C'mon Banksie out with it," Coach said.

"Oi, you're the adults here," I said putting my arms in the air.

"Just blade up there with Charlie and we will drop your things off later," Ms. MacKay said.

"Fine, see ya later Coach, Ms. Ma-, I mean, Michele, Gordon," I said.

….

An hour later

"Heard from Bells lately?" I asked Charlie as we made our way to school.

"Yeah, she moved back into the dorms yesterday, something about showing a new girl around," Charlie said.

"A new girl, did Bells tell you anything about her?" I asked as we stopped on the porch of Black Hall. The same hall we were in last year.

"A little, she's a figure skater. Won some gold medals, all of that shit," Charlie said.

"Charlie Conway, are you by chance worried that some new girl is going to take away your celebrity athlete position?" I mocked.

"Shut up, Banks," Charlie said.

"Ah, Conway and Banks welcome back," Mr. Roberts the dorm supervisor for our dorm said.

"Good Morning, Mr. Roberts," Charlie and I said together.

"I trust your break was good," Mr. Roberts said as he was digging out our envelopes for our room assignment's.

"Fine," Charlie said.

"I wish," I said.

"Here is your room assignment and keys. Take an inventory list and mark anything that is wrong with the room and turn it back in by Wednesday to receive your mail keys," Mr. Roberts said.

"Are we together like we wanted to be?" I asked.

"Yes, you are," Mr. Roberts said.

Charlie and I wanted to be roommates together. I didn't have a choice this year since we were both on scholarship and our scholarships only covered a semiprivate room for both of us. When we signed up for our dorm room assignments. Coach and Michele said they were not going to pay for a private room for me, because it was too expensive and at that point, they just bought the 3-bedroom house that we were living in. I had the bigger bedroom on the second floor, across the hall was Coach's office. It wasn't much but it was all that Gordon and Michele could afford at the time. There condo in Los Angeles hadn't sold when they bought the house and moved across country. In fact, for about a month after they moved here. We had to live with Coach's Mom. Coach went to work for Jan again and Ms. Michele took a substitute teaching position with Minneapolis Public Schools for the rest of last year. This year she is working full time with some preschoolers.

When we got up to our room number 225 in Black hall both our mouths dropped open. It was a 3-person occupancy room.

"Unbelievable," I said.

"What did Coach do to swing this one?" Charlie asked.

"I have no idea, so what do we do with the third bunk?" I asked.

"I don't know," Charlie said as he made his way inside the room and sat down on the bed that was across from the bunk beds, I took the bed on the lowest bunk bed.

"So, what's her name?" I asked.

"Whose," Charlie said.

"Uh the girl that Bells was showing around yesterday, the figure skater," I said.

"Oh, I forgot," Charlie said.

"Typical," I murmured.

"What was that Cake Eater?" Charlie asked.

"Oh," I said feigning mock hurt as I gestured at my peewee jersey and jeans that by miracle of miracles still fit but was getting short. Anytime that I raised my arms up you could see my boxers peeking out above the waistline of my jeans. I grew another 3 inches during the summer now I was topping out about an inch taller than Charlie at 6 feet 1 inch tall.

"Sorry my bad. What was that person of average wealth?" Charlie asked laying down on the mattress.

"So, when is your mom dropping off your stuff?" I asked as I laid down on my mattress I was sitting on.

"Not 'til tomorrow," Charlie said.

"So, we're stuck with no blankets, no sheets, no clean clothes, no shoes, no school things and…" I said.

"No acknowledgement of your sister," Bella interjected entering the room.

"Hey Bells,' I said as I quickly got up and walked over to her and gave her hug. 'How did you get up here?"

"Portman," Bella said.

"How was your summer?" I asked and I walked over to the nearest desk to sit in the chair.

"UGH, utterly Horrible," She announced dramatically dropping onto the bed that Charlie was now sitting up in anyway. "We spent them in Bordeaux again…"

"Cake Eater," Charlie coughed, and Bella stuck her tongue out and then continued her rant.

"Ollie brought his new girlfriend, and she is the most infuriating woman I have ever met, she spent the whole time we were all together treating me like I'm three,' Bella said smoothing out her blouse and denim skirt she was wearing. 'Oh, don't forget Coach Orion wants us to meet him in the locker room afterschool. I guess he wants to talk about the varsity tryouts, since he is the coach this year. Oh, and Ads he wants you there too he spoke to the doctors and they said that you can help coach with him."

"What happened to Coach Wilson?" Charlie asked.

"I don't have a clue, we will have to wait to find out," Bella said.

"Yeah sure and I can sit on the sidelines singing, 'It's A Small World,' while the rest of you are doing what I should be doing, just fucking great," I said but by then Bella had already left.

At that point we heard the bell tower rang 8 o'clock. I groaned, we had to be at the 1st day of school assembly in 5 minutes. Last year we were late thanks to Averman and his short cut. Had to sneak into the back which was the stage and we crashed into the curtain, thanks to Goldberg. That was embarrassing.

"C'mon Banksie,' Charlie said. 'It's a start. It's better than not playing at all."

"Whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon let's go, this is going to be a good year, Banksie. For all of us. It's going to be a good year," Charlie said.

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