Alrighty, this is Chels here. This story is being co-written by Meme-Ann and myself, and it was inspired from the LiveJournal Eden Hall RPG, just as many things are. This chapter was written by Meme, not me, and I'll take the next, so on so forth. Basically, Connie POVs are Meme's and Charlie POVs are mine. Enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer- We don't own the Mighty Ducks! Shocking!
Ugh. It's 5:00 AM during the summer vacation, and here I am, awake.
This just isn't right. I should be fast asleep, comfy in my fluffy, soft bed, not to be disturbed until noon. Unfortunately, I'm not. There are currently six people running up and down the halls of my house in a frantic, frenzied last minute attempt to make sure they've packed everything they may need for our family trip to Hawaii.
How does a poor girl from District Five end up with a family trip to Hawaii? Well before I explain that, maybe I should tell you about the family. All six people…seven if you count me.
My parents were married just out of high school...mainly because my mother Molly was pregnant with my older brother Taylor. Soon after Taylor was born, my mother took to partying, and let's just say she wasn't the model wife and mother. By the time my younger brother Shawn was born, my mom was hooked on cocaine. My father, Roger, just couldn't take it anymore and filed for a divorce. I personally think that was the best decision he's ever made.
He raised us on his own for about five years before my grandpa died, thus driving us to move in with my Granny to help take care of her. Granny's kind of strict, and she really doesn't like me much, but my Daddy balanced her out. He did and awesome job raising us if I do say so myself. Nineteen year old Taylor is a super jock; he plays hockey, softball, and wrestles for his school. Ten-year-old Shawn is an honor roll student who plays for the original Ducks, that D5 team. And I'm a sixteen-year-old, hockey player/cheerleader with a scholarship to Eden Hall Academy.
About a year ago this really awesome woman brought her '56 Chevy into the garage my Dad works at for an inspection sticker. She told him how she restored the car by herself and had a large collection of classic cars. They started talking about it, and before they knew it, they had a date planned. A few months later they eloped, merging the Souza-Martin family with the Moreaus.
We now live in Sheryl's extraordinarily large house in the slightly ritzy side on Minneapolis. My family almost doubled in size. Not only did my brothers and I acquire a new mom, but Sheryl has two kids of her own. A twenty-one-year-old Marine biology student son named Alex and an eighteen-year-old fellow Eden Hall student daughter named Elisha.
With this many people in the house, you can image the chaos right now. I tie my bathrobe around my waist and peer out into the hallway. You know that scene from "Home Alone" right before they leave for the airport and the house is in total disarray? Yeah, right now, this is worse.
"Shawn, you need to get dressed!" my father chides, dragging my little brother down the corridor by his leg.
Elisha pops out of the bathroom in a towel. "Mom, do you have my hair dryer?"
"Where're my headphones?" Taylor runs up the stairs to his room and begins to throw things out of the hall closet.
Sheryl runs past me, digging in her purse and muttering to herself about the tickets while Alex tries to explain to his parrot that we're going away for a few days. I went to bed in my house with my family and woke up in a cheesy family comedy. Tell me again why I passed up the chance to spend the Fourth of July at the park with my friends like I do every year? Oh, that's right. We're going to Hawaii. Duh.
There's a knock at the door, and everyone freezes. I stifle a giggle as my dad, who's in the middle of pulling Shawn's shirt over his head, drops my brother. Shawn bounces like a rubber ball and gives my father a glare. Everyone just looks at each other and suddenly scrambles to get clothes on.
I sigh and shake my head and start down the stairs to open the door.
"Relax. It's just Charlie, people."
My father follows me down the stairs, struggling with his and Sheryl's suitcases behind him. "I bet it's the van. They're not supposed to be here for forty-five minutes. They're early."
"Dad, it's Charlie. Trust me."
"Connie, Charlie hasn't been on time for anything in his life; I find it hard to believe he's going to start this morning."
I sigh and shake my head. With a smirk, I open the door to reveal my life-long friend, Charlie Conway. He's sitting on the tallest bag of his luggage with his arms folded across his chest and a tired smile on his lips. His eyes are slightly glazed, hair still messy, and I'm certain he just rolled out of bed and grabbed whatever dirty clothes on the floor smelled the least. I grin and step back to let him in.
"Hello Charles." My father knits his brow at me. "How'd you know it was him?"
I shrug. "I just did."
I honestly don't have a better answer to that question. I guess being friends so long kind of gives Charlie and I this weird connection. He knows what I'm thinking before it pops into my head, finishes my sentences...it's amazing. I don't think I've ever been closer to anyone in my life.
As my father goes back up to finish forcing Shawn into clothes, I turn to Charlie. "You look exhausted."
He just flashes me his usual trouble-smile. "I'm up before noon, Cons. This is torture for me."
"Oh, well if that's how you feel, you can just go home and go back to sleep. I'm sure Jesse could get some stuff together in time to get here before we leave." I laugh.
Charlie leans against the wall and shakes his head. "Hey, Connie, I really wanted to thank you for inviting me. It sure beats sitting home with Mom and Scott all summer."
He must be tired; he's being polite. This is not my Charlie. "Well, you know, Dad and Sheryl didn't think I'm old enough to take off on my own in a strange place like Alex, Tay, and Elisha. Guy's at hockey camp for another week; you won by default," I tease.
My friend smiles and gives the tie on my robe a little tug. It opens, he laughs, I kick him in the shin, he winces, I apologize. We're terrible; it's like one of those weird ABC comedies or something. Most people think there's something strange about the way we interact, but personally, I don't know anything else. It's normal to me.
"You better get dressed before I go on vacation with your family, and you have to stay here." He chuckles.
I stick out my tongue and head up to my room to change. He's such a dork. An immature dork. An immature dork with amazing blue eyes. Whoa, where did that come from? I didn't just say that. Ignore it, please.
A half hour later, we're all being shuffled into the airport transport van that my folks called. We have so much baggage that it's taking up half of the van, forcing me to sit with Charlie. We've only been on the road for about five minutes before he starts poking me. It wouldn't be so annoying if I wasn't so tired. I think waking up this early is just starting to catch up with me.
"Charlie, stop it." I groan, jerking my torso sharply away from him.
He frowns. "What's wrong, Cons?"
"I'm just tired; I don't wanna play with you right now."
"Oh, well, come here." Charlie puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me back a little toward him. I nestle my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. I feel so at ease with him, it's incredible. I hope everyone has someone in their life that's like their other half. Within minutes of laying my head on shoulder, I've drifted to sleep, completely comfortable.