"𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿." || 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀

10 | crushing.

after the game, that we CRUSHED, Guy invited everyone to his house for a sleepover. including Adam. just great.

"okay, mom! we're off!" i yell as Charlie runs out to the huge van that Guy's mom had already picked up everyone else in. "bye, sweetie! have fun!" she yells before i close the door and follow Charlie. Adam is helping Charlie load his bag in the trunk and i walk up to the two, "here, i'll take that for you." Adam smiles while holding his hand out for my bag. i take it off my shoulder and hand it to him, his arm dropping. "woah, what the heck is in here thats so heavy?!" he asks. "weapons." i answer with an innocent smile. Charlie helps Banks pick it up and put it in the trunk and i get in the car. i sit next to Connie, and Adam gets in the car, sitting next to me. i glare at him, "that's the same glare you gave me on the game against Hawks and District Five." Adam grins. "yeah, and you just smirked at me and looked away." i add. "mhm. you were cute. i mean you still are, but still. all competitive and stuff. a ball of fire."

what?! WHAT?! he just called me cute!! or said i was cute..?! EITHER WAY. i- THIS IS NOT HELPING MY CRISUS OF THINKING HES CUTE!!

"shut up, cake eater." i spit at him, scrunching my nose a bit. i'm going to try and keep him thinking i hate him, because my ego is just like that. i don't even know how i feel about him and i'm certainly not letting him know i think he's cute. or do i? see. prime example. whatever, main point: i'm going to keep him thinking i hate him.

he puts his hands up in defense, shutting up. i turn back to Connie, who's talking to Guy, so i'm left in silence, talking to no one.

we pull into the driveway and everyone loads out like a clown car, and i grab my bag from the trunk. "how do you pick that up so easy?!" Adam asks. "cause i'm cool" i reply dramatically. he smiles, a small and faint 'ha' leaves his lips before we walk up the porch and go inside. a small and scrawny dog with three legs and only one eye runs up to us. of corse, i'm the one to bend down and pet it. "hey," i look at its collar,

Tiny♡︎

i read. "Tiny!" i finish my sentence. "she does that with my pets too. total animal lover." Connie tells the team and i realize they're all staring at me. i stand up, grabbing my bag. "sorry. so, Guy, you gonna show us where to put our stuff or what?" i ask sarcastically. "oh, yeah. sorry, follow me." he instructs and we follow him upstairs.

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we're all sitting in his movie room, most in beanbags or on a few different couches. Connie is sitting behind me, french braiding my hair, as i french braid Tammy's. Connie already had hers braided, so that's why she's in the back. we talk for a while and then end up playing hide-and-seek around the house, and that was fun. then we played tag, that was fun. then we watch movies and just do random things that twelve year olds do.

"yall, i'm exhausted. i think it's 'bout time we go to bed." Averman suggests and we all nod. me, Connie, and Tammy get the bed, and the boys get the floor, but they padded it with a bunch of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.

i wake up at about 2am, because of a bad dream. i had gotten kicked off the team. i can't go back to sleep so i slowly and quietly start to hum The Lion Sleeps Tonight by The Tokens.

"in the jungle the mighty jungle," i mumble quietly to myself. "the lion sleeps tonight" i hear another voice finish my sentence. i sit up and look at the floor, seeing Adam wide awake. "what are doing doing up?" i ask him. "i could ask you the same thing." Adam replies, sitting up. "you wanna go outside? i can't sleep and i need fresh air." he asks. "i guess, sure." i reply, slowing getting off of the bed, making sure to not wake Tammy or Connie up, or step on any boys.

he opens the front door, and holds it open for me. i step outside and take a seat on the porch step, Adam sitting next to me. "hey, why do you hate me so much?" Banks asks. "because, you were a Hawk, and not only that, you bullied me and my entire team several times with Larson and McGill." i explain. he nods, "yeah. okay, i get that. but i'm not with them anymore. i'm a Duck." he replies. "i don't know..." i say. he does the prank that me and Charlie did to coach that one night after the amazing practice, "i hate you so much." i lie.

"you know you love me, puck girl." he said with a smirk.

"whatever, cake eater."

"wait, puck girl?" i question what he called me. "you need a nickname, and you're the best player on the team, and you've always got the puck. so you're puck girl." he explains and i snicker a bit. "whatever floats your boat, Banksie." i grin, and lay down on my back, looking at the stars. Adam does the same thing, laying right next to me. we point out constellations and what different stars look like, talking until we realize the sun is coming up. he's actually really fun, and really amazing to talk to. i don't hate him anymore, even though that thought went away a while ago, but he didn't know that. "we better get inside before they wake up." i suggest and Adam nods, and we go inside and i get back in the bed and he lays back down onto the floor, both of us closing our eyes like that never happened.