The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Adam Banks - Guitar

(Modern day time)
(Takes place in the timeframe of movie 3, so you guys go to Eden Hall)

-y/n pov-

The ducks and I sit on the couches in my basement. We decided we wanted to have a big sleepover and I volunteered my house to do it in, plus my dad, Gordon, wouldn't mind.

"I think you've waited long enough y/n, you should just give Adam a chance! He's so obviously in love with you, I can see it, everybody can see it!" Julie whispered to me, and I roll my eyes.

"I know Julie, but I just feel like I need to wait a little bit longer. I just don't quite know if I'm ready, school has been stressful these past few weeks. Something tells me that I'm going to be given a sign soon on what I should do." I reply. It's 9:30 and we were still waiting for the rest of the ducks to arrive, which was Adam, Guy and Connie, and Averman. Guy and Connie arrived first, together like they always are, with Averman arriving shortly after.

The doorbell rings faintly above us.

"I bet that's Adam." I say as I get off the couch and look at Julie who smirks at me. I roll my eyes again and go upstairs to meet him. I reach the door and open it, Adam standing awkwardly with his bag and pillow, and guitar?

"Hey- woah, I didn't know you had a guitar?" I say and give him a questioning look.

"Yeah I've had it for a while, I don't play lots but I play it enough. I thought I'd bring it and entertain you guys, well Averman will probably start singing so he'll be the entertainer." He smiles and we laugh. We head downstairs to where the others are, and we decide we want to watch a movie. After 30 minutes of arguing whether we should watch horror or action or any other genre, we decide we don't want to watch a movie.

"How about I play some songs on the guitar? As long as you all sing along with me." Adam offers. We all agree.

"Suggestions?" Adam asks.

"Oooh okay, Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys" Averman requested, "I'll sing." and he winks.

He plays the song and now everybody is requesting different songs, singing and having fun.after playing a few songs, there's a slight pause.

"Hold on, I have one I want to play." Adam says, and I lock eyes with him. He starts playing the first few chords, and my heart flutters. I feel myself smiling and blushing, and he can tell that I know. How could he remember, after all this time. It's been years.

-flashback, back when adam first joined the ducks-

"What's your favourite song?" Adam asks, as we skate around with each other on the ice.

"(Insert fav song). It was mine and my moms favourite song and ever since she died, I've never wanted to change it. It's the one thing that reminds me of her and all the memories we made." I answer. "People know it's my favourite song, but they don't know the reason why. Only you." I say and smile at him to which he smiles back.

-end of flashback-

Adam plays my favorite song, and everybody starts singing along with him, as do I. I knew right then and there, that this was the sign I was waiting for. He doesn't break eye contact the whole song, and neither do I.

-they play more songs, and play little games. it's 2am and everybody is asleep, well mostly everybody ;) -

I toss and turn and finally I get up and move. I move to the couch and sit down. After a few minutes, I hear something rustle, and hear footsteps. Adam comes and sits beside me on the couch.

"Can't sleep?" He asks, and I nod. After a few seconds of silence, I can't hold it in anymore.

"How did you remember? It's been years since we had that conversation!" I blurt.

"How could I forget? That was one of the best moments in my life, skating with you. You know, it was shortly after that day, that I went and bought the guitar. I started practicing that song almost everyday, just so when I got the chance to play it for you, that it was perfect." He holds eye contact, and I'm lost in his blue eyes. My breath hitches, and I can feel butterflies in my stomach. He continues, "and after all that we've been through these past few weeks, and all the stress you've been under," He reaches for my hand and finds it. "I thought that this was the perfect time to play it."

I've froze. I don't know what to think or say, so I entwine our fingers, so that I'm holding his hand. He breaks eye contact for a split second to look at our hands but then his blue eyes are back, locked with my (your eye color) ones.

"It was the most perfect time to play it." I whisper, and I lean in and kiss him. It doesn't take long for him to return the kiss.

It was the most perfect time he could've played it, it was the sign I was waiting for, and I saw it, very clearly. Adam and his guitar, oh that guitar that I would hear play my song many times more.