Broken promises|Guy Germaine•mighty ducks

"I remember"

Guy Germaine pov:
"What a jerk." I thought to myself. Who would ever hit a girl? I was fuming. I knew Carter was an asshole, but I would have never thought he would go that far. I saw her picking at her already bleeding  hands as Casey went around to take the orders. She didn't get anything, but Adam still ordered for her.

"Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?" Peter asked.

"I'm sorry?" She choked on her water when she heard the question. "Me and Adam?"

"Yeah."

"Ew no. We're not dating, he's like my brother." She looked repulsed at the question. And so did Adam.

"Yeah I'll never date that." He teased. She elbowed him while laughing. "Still love you tho."

She pretended to gag at Adams act of platonic affection, causing the table to laugh.

I watched her slowly come out of her shell as she started to joke along with the group. She even turned around and made conversation with Jesse.

"Indiana, is Indie your nickname?" Karp asked while turning around in his seat.

"No. Just Indiana. I mean some people call me Di, but not indie." She answered.

"Why does Guy call you Indie then?" Terry asked. I had forgotten that only I had called her Indie. I always called her Indie. She hated it. Which is why I loved it.

"Great question! Take it away Guy!" Averman announced.

"I don't." I answers brusquely.

"Yes,you do." Terry piped in.

I gave him the 'shut up' look and he realized and his eyes widened as he mouthed 'oops'. She looked over at me waiting for an answer.

"Because Indiana is too long of a name." I taunted. That was a lie.

"Mmhmm. Okay." She replied before turning back around to continue her conversation with Jesse.

She turned around and faces Adam and started teasing him. And he teased her back. It made it hard to believe that they didn't like eachother. They were awfully close all the time. Not that I care. I already have a girlfriend, Connie. Who had pulled up a chair next to me and laid her head on my shoulder.

I watched as Charlie and Adam made conversation with eachother. They seemed to be getting along well. Never thought that would happen. I mean, I knew that Charlie wasn't one to hold grudges but I never expected him to be friends with the enemy. Well, I guess their not enemies anymore.

As much as I tried not to, I couldn't help but keep looking at Indie. I kinda missed being her friend, but I would never be friends with her with the way she is now. She's snarky , conniving, and down right mean. The sweet girl I used to play hockey with every day, was now just a bully. She wouldn't even look me in the eye anymore, probably because she knows that she's been a big jerk these past few years. She even looked different. Her big hazel eyes turned into green, her brown hair has turned into dirty blonde. The space between her two front teeth had closed. And the sensitive look on her face has turned mischievous. The only thing that stayed the same was her nose. It still scrunched you when she laughed, it was still small and rounded at the tip. She had no freckles, because it was winter,her freckles only appeared in the summer and her nose always peeled when her skin burned from the sun.

After we had eaten, we paid and waited outside for all of our parents. My mom pulled up and rolled down the window and gasped.

"Is that my sweet Indiana?" She asked excitedly.

"Hi, Ms.Germaine!" She waved to my mother and my face turned bring red. She parked her car and walked to the front of the diner.

She walked over to Indie and engulfed her in a hug.

"How's my sweet girl?" She asked while cupping her face.

"I'm good." She smiled. My mom loved her. She always had. She was obsessed with constantly calling Indie her daughter in law. She had some crazy fantasy and in it, Indie and I got married. Unlikely.

"I've missed you. My, how you've grown! I would love for you to come by sometime." My eyes widened. Why? Why would she even offer that? I was mortified.

"Yeah, for sure!" She said happily. I knew she would never actually come over, I assumed she had just said that to humor my mother.

"We'll I look forward to it! Come on,honey." She said to me. I walked over to my mother as she waved to Indie. Indie waved back and smiled big. We got in the car and I sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom. Don't you remember? Indie hates me." She looked at me and shook her head.

"That's not true." She reassured.

"Yeah, it is. And I hate her." I pouted.

"Don't talk like that. You two used to be so close." She reminisced about when we were actually friends. "I remember, you two went off to go skating down the road, and I heard a big crash and Indie crying. And when I ran out,there you were kissing her scraped hand. It was just the cutest."

"Yeah, well I was five when that happened. Things are different now." I explained.

"They don't have to be." She smiled at me.

She was wrong. It did have to be that way. We grew up, and then we outgrew eachother.

"Remember the promise you made her when you were 4?" She asked.

"Mom. Please don't." I begged.

"I won't. Just wanna make sure you remember."

"I remember." I said quietly.

"Good."

That promise was long forgotten and has already been broken. And there was no way of fixing it. At least not right now. Only time would tell if this was fixable. Although, it was highly unlikely.