𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦
fandom - the mighty ducks
reader - neutral
age - 12-13
requested - nope
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YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM NOW. you were supposed to make fun of his new team for being horrible, trip him in the hallways at school just for fun, and stick notes to his back that had nasty words on them. you were supposed to laugh at your teammates jokes about his friends, threaten him at games, and hate it when he scored a point. but you couldn't help it.
adam was your best friend, and it wouldn't matter if he were on a figure skating team for babies, you would still support him. but your teammates didn't like that very much, especially mcgill and larson. most of them turned on you after the first time, besides larson. they were making your life a living hell. in their words (which were really just spilled from coach riley's,) "you are either a hawk, or a duck."
"y/n, are you coming to the arena today?" your eyes snapped to the locker beside your's, where noah larson stood, stuffing his history textbook in his locker haphazardly. you frowned, drumming your fingers on the cold metal door of your locker as your eyes scanned for your math book. you had been standing there for a while, lost in thought.
"i'm not sure." was your answer, your eyes finding adam's across the hall. he was leant against his lockers, laughing and chatting away with some of his new teammates. they were high off of their latest win, and he really seemed to be fitting in. adam had expressed his dislike for the team at the beginning, saying how they didn't even function as a team, but you were quick to shoot him down, telling him things would go along in time. and once it did, he slowly stopped talking to you.
a part of your heart broke when he cut you out, but you had to think reasonably. he probably hated you now that your team, and his ex-team, were trash to him. or maybe just like the hawks, the ducks had no tolerance for traitors or cross-teaming. whatever reason, it still stung that your seven year friendship went down the drain just like that. excited conversations and side jokes were now the occasional glance in the hallway, or random memories.
larson followed your longing gaze, rolling his eyes.
maybe you were supposed to hate him. maybe it would make you feel better focusing on hating him rather than wishing he were your best friend again. but you couldn't make yourself.
"you know what, want to just go to the diner? i'll buy." you turned back to the boy, who offered you a small smile in question. a grin tugged at your lips and you nodded.
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧"
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sad boi hours
