"𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿." || 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀

16 | reunite.

two years, a lot of hockey, and a bunch of teasing later, we were all 14. everything was basically the same though, Guy and Connie were still together, me and Adam were still together, and we all still acted like twelve year olds. besides...we did loose a few players,

Terry didn't want to play hockey anymore, instead he chose football.

Tammy and Tommy's mother didn't want them to play hockey anymore, and made them stick to figure skating.

Peter and Karp both moved away, and we never saw them again.

in fact, we never saw any of them again, besides occasionally Terry, in the stands of our games, for Jesse. but, he was usually at his own football games.

oh, and mom re-married. we hate the guy. and he hates us. just thinking about it makes me frustrated. coach and mom were supposed to be together. so, due to the huge hatred, me and Charlie hang around Hans and Jan's shop all the time. and the team has a lot of sleepovers at their houses. they know that we hate our home now, cause of the marriage. Hans and Jan are like...the grandpas that me and my brother never had. and they takes care of us a lot. if they don't feed us themselves, they gives us money to go buy food. it's not that mom doesn't love us anymore, it's just that she doesn't care as much. i think that she believes that we're old enough to take care of ourselves now. and we sorta are, but we're still only fourteen. sometimes, if the team didn't have a sleepover, i would stay at Connie's, and Charlie would stay with Guy or Adam. Charlie and Adam are bestfriends, and it's amazing. quite a relief having your boyfriend and brother be on the same team. speaking of team,

today was finally the day that coach came back.

he had been in a game, and someone rammed into him so hard, that his knee sprained and he had to come back home for the season. i felt bad, but was super pumped about my coach being back in town, just in time for hockey season.

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October 2nd, 1994.

"oh please, we both know that i'm the best player! you're a total spaz! they don't call you 'Spazway' for nothing!" i yell over the slicing of the skate against the saw. "no way!" Charlie yells, i guess too loud, because coach jumps awake. i quickly turn off the saw and slide my goggles over my hair, ruffling the top of my low ponytail. me and Charlie open the clear door, and walk into coach's room, "sorry, did we wake you?" Charlie asks as coach stands up. "hey, twins" coach ignores the question. "hey, coach." me and Charlie say in sync. Charlie hugs coach and then me and coach hug, "we've missed you!" i inform. "i missed you guys too. the entire team." he replies, sitting on a trunk that me and Jan unloaded his clothes into last night.

Jan suddenly walks into the room with a plate filled with eggs and bacon. "tada! for breakfast, my specialty. Jan Hasen-" we cut him off,

"hasenpeffer and eggs!"
"hasenpeffer and eggs!"
"hasenpeffer and eggs!"

me, coach, and Charlie all three say at the same time while looking at each other. Jan smiles and we laugh, "i thought i smelt something burning" coach teases as Jan sits the plate down onto the bed, sitting down in the chair, "i see you've met my new apprentices."

Charlie turns to coach, "Jan told us you did his job when you were our age." Charlie informs and i nod. "that's right. i hope you two get paid more than he paid me." coach takes a scoop of eggs.

"you got paid?!"
"you got paid?!"

me and Charlie question in sync, looking at coach with a confused look. "eat, everybody. before the hasenpeffer gets cold." Jan smiles innocently at our confuzzeld faces because we don't get paid. i roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head, "i'm not that hungry. plus, i've got plans with Banksie." i smile, standing up and brushing my jean shorts and legs off.