A mighty change in life (Mighty ducks x reader)

17. Nearly home

I didn't pay any attention where we were; instead I kept my company busy. We talked about everything that came to our minds. This way, time was flying. One particular thing got me thinking and my own curiosity couldn't keep it in, "What is that job of yours?"

"I am a referee" he said.

"And you were a uniform?" I said, not mentioning that I already had a look.

He smiled wide, "You bet, it is in the back."

Pretending that I never seen it before, I grabbed it and pulled it onto my lap. He allowed me to have a look. Since I didn't see much of it, I took it out and inspected it more up close.

"Are you a referee for football?"

He laughed out loud, "No, keep guessing."

I took that as a fun game and continued, "Baseball?"

"No"

"Handball?"

"No"

"Dodgeball?"

This took quite some time. After another twenty games, he kept on saying 'no'.

"Come on Stanley, you are killing me! Give me a clue."

"Ah clue eh?" he chuckled amused, "Okay, I make it really easy for you. Do you know the mighty ducks?"

Instead of acting all excited, my face fell and my tone became annoyed, "eh...yeah."

"You know them?"

I clicked my tongue, "A bit too well."

It seems to have caught his interest. Stanley really wanted to hear all about it. Unaware I did so, not leaving a single detail out, including why I wanted to get back home. My company became silent, too silent. Once I had finished my last sentence he spoke up, "So let me get this straight. You destroyed the stadium, the ducks paid the damage and in return, you had to learn to play hockey."

"Exactly!"

"And what is the problem?"

I shook my head at his question, "I hate Hockey! It's stupid, boring and dull!"

"No, hockey is about skill and honor. Not everyone is fit to play this noble game. Believe me...I know what I am talking about."

"Yeah, whatever...to me Hockey is just stupid."

This conversation was over with that. However, it had killed the entire mood between us. We didn't speak after this anymore; the car was extremely silent now. Stanley didn't even smile anymore.

Back at the stadium, the ducks weren't in a good mood either.

Not one was up to go to bed. They all stayed awake, until I come back. Wild wing's only chance was to contact the police officer of Anaheim. Captain Klegghorn took the information in, announcing me as missing. "We take care of this, stay where you are and wait for my call" he said, cancelling the connection. Wild wing sighted deeply, telling his friends to get rest, before he returned back into his bunk. All he could do now...is to wait, a terrible advice for the team captain. In the morning, they will continue their search.

After one hour of silence in the car, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Im sorry"

Stanley gave me a look, "What are you talking about?"

"What I said earlier. I didn't mean to offend you."

I didn't expect him to raise his hand and place it on top of my head, "You didn't, don't worry about that."

"So...you are not mad?"

His smile returned, "Of course not. I am just a little tired for talking. Why don't you sleep for a while, I wake you later."

I returned the smile, finding it a good idea. With the blanket from the back, I cuddled up in my seat.

"Good night N/A" he said, rubbing my head a little.

I yawned loud, "Night Stanley."