|The Hawk and the Duck
Author: Vampchick13 PM
He was a Hawk. She was a Duck. Enemies from the beggining, or they were supposed to be.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Adam B. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 8,085 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 08-12-12 - id: 8422633
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Last Summer, he moved in next door. She didn't know who he was but he was cute.
She was 13 so she was just starting to get into boys. Her parents wanted to be nice so they invited his family to dinner.
"Kristy, will you get the door please?" her mother asked. She went to the door to let them in. however, when she opened the door he was standing there with flowers.
He was so cute, she couldn't move. "Hi I'm…"
"Adam go inside your letting bugs in" his father said.
"Adam" the boy finished.
"I'm Adam Banks" he blushed. She moved aside so he could come in.
"Hi Adam, I'm Kristy" she stumbled out. Then they stood there looking at each other.
That's how they met one year ago.
Now they're dating but no one knows. They were on different hockey teams and their friends don't like each other.
Her parents know that Kristy was with Adam and so did his mom, but not his dad, not yet.
There was a clicking sound at Adam's window that night, like every other night. He knew when he opened the window he would see his girlfriend.
"Hey you ready to go out?" she asked. He grinned and held up his ice skates.
Kristy's mom's best friend owned the ice rink and she let them skate after hours.
After they put their skates on, Adam took her hand and swung her around in a circle on the ice.
"Adam!" she giggled as he spun her faster.
"Adam, don't. Stop" she laughed some more, then he stopped. Kristy fell flat on her butt and laughed.
Adam pulled her up and held her until she got her legs back.
"Catch me" she said right before she took off. She knew he couldn't catch her, she was faster.
Still he cheated so he caught her.
"Your beautiful" he whispered.
"Adam, hockey starts tomorrow. What are we going to do?" she asked looking him in the eyes.
"Don't worry. We'll think of something, we always do" he said. "
We better go. We've been here over an hour" she said.
When they got back to their houses he kissed her long on the lips.
"I love you, ok? Don't forget it" he told her then he climbed back into his window.
She fell asleep feeling his lips on hers. The next morning, she woke up she was late for hockey practice.
"Great I'm late and I get to go listen to my friends diss my boyfriend" Kristy sighed.
She grabbed her skates and her stick and headed out. When she got to the rink, they were already playing.
"She's our best player" Connie said to some guy.
"Hey Connie, thanks for the compliment" Kristy said.
"Kristy, this is our new coach, Gordon Bombay" Connie told her.
Kristy already didn't like him. He looked like he didn't want to be there.
Then he got into the limo and closed the door. When everyone started to climb around on top of the limp, she just walked away. She walked all the way back home.
"Some practice" she said to herself. Kristy went upstairs and laid on her bed and just stared at the ceiling.
Then there was a tap at her window she didn't even have to get up, Adam just walked right in.
"Are you ok?" he asked as he sat on her bed.
"Yeah we got a new coach. He's a jerk, he didn't even want to be there" she said sitting up.
"Well I'm sure things will get better. Here I got something for you" he said. He pulled out a box and gave it to her. When she opened it there was a necklace with half a heart on the chain.
On it was his name. He pulled out his half and showed her that it had her name on it.
"Thanks Adam I love it." He blushed and smiled.
"I have to go. We have a game tomorrow" he said.
"Adam, we have a game tomorrow too." Then they realized that they were playing each other.
"Nothing will happen to you I promise. I won't let them hurt you" he said.
"Like wise. You should go now and rest, I'll see you tomorrow" Kristy said.
Then he climbed back out her window.
She tucked her necklace into her shirt and fell asleep.