Broken promises|Guy Germaine•mighty ducks

"Nice catch."

Guy Germaine POV:

"I could never compare to Adam." She said. Was that a joke? I always knew she was insecure, but you would think she would be aware of her own natural talent. Despite what I feel about her, or what the entire team for that matter, anyone who watches her play can easily see that she is one of the best players on the ice. Her and Banks both.

"Of course you could!" My mother said. "You are the fastest, and most coordinated little skater I've ever seen." She smiled at my mom then looked down at her hands.

"Have you heard that Guys got a little girlfriend?" My mom practically announced.

"Mom!" I said annoyed.

"Oh, yeah?" Indie asked while grinning.

"Oh yes. That little brown haired girl on your team, Connie." I threw my hands over my face out of pure embarrassment.

"Oh, Connie? Wow, she's gorgeous. Nice catch ." She teased.

"Now, Indiana, surely you have a boyfriend too. I bet all the boys at school are just chasing after you!" My mom said to Indie. She chuckled at my moms delusions.

"Uhm, I don't, actually. Boys at school don't really look at me." She chuckled. "Or.. chase me."

"I find that hard to believe. You're a beautiful girl with such a beautiful personality." I found it hard to believe too. I mean from the first day the team saw her at one of our games, half of them had a crush on her, but, she's oblivious.

"Yeah well, I don't talk much at school." She said. Yet another thing I found hard to believe. I guess she really has changed since we were younger.

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After we ate, my mom had sent us back to the living room while she cleaned up.

"Are you sure you don't want help cleaning?" Indie asked for the third time.

"Yes, I'm sure. Go talk to eachother in the living room." I looked at Indie who looked like she was holding her breath. We both walked to the living room, this time sitting slightly closer than before.

"You, uh, wanna watch a movie?" I asked her.

"What'd you got?" She asked while sitting up. I motioned her to come with me to my shelf of movies. She scanned through the titles trying to find a movie for us. Her eyes lit up and she pointed to dirty dancing.

"Absolutely not." I said.

"Why not?!" She asked offended.

"It's lame, that's why." I argued.

"Maybe you're just lame." She shot back. "Come on! Please!"

"Fine." I gave in and she clapped her hands a few times. I took the tape out and put it in the player. She sat on the couch all excited to watch it. She had a huge crush on Patrick Swayze. Her eyes were glued to the screen almost the whole time. The only time she took her eyes off the screen was to remind me of our pathetic attempt at the dirty dancing lift we tried when we were younger.

"Do you remember trying to do that?" She asked.

"Yeah." I chuckled. "We did pretty good."

"Pretty good?You dropped me and I broke my arm."

"Well, you only broke one. Soo, yeah. I say we did pretty good." She laughed and shook her head.

"You're delusional." She teased.

"I'm the delusional one?" I asked urgently.

"Yes. Are you trying to suggest that I'm delusional?"

"What if I am?" I asked cunningly.

"Then I'll drop your ass." She threatened.

"Yeah,right." I scoffed.

"Don't believe me?" She Asked.

"No I don't." I challenged.

"Okay fine. Get up." She demanded. So I did. I stood up and faced her. "3...2...1...go!"

We wrestled and in two seconds she was on the ground.

"Hah!" I laughed at her.

"I did that on purpose." She announced.

"Oh yeah?" I taunted.

"Yeah, to do this." And one second later I was on the ground after she used the "sweep the leg" move. Seconds later, my mom came running in.

"What are you two doing?" She asked in shock.

"Wrestling." Indie answered with a smile.

"Mmm. Who won?" She asked while smiling.

"Me." She said.

"No way, I did!" I argued. My mom laughed and we kept arguing.

"You're just mad a girl beat you." She scoffed she getting up.

"No I'm not. Because you didn't beat me."

"Mhm. Ok." She let it go. She always did that. It was her way of winning. If she let it go, then it meant she won because she didn't have to prove herself. It was annoying. But clever.

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"I should head home." She said a few minutes later.

"Okay." I got up and my mom and I walked her to the door. We opened it to see almost a foot of snow covering the entire road. "You can't walk in this."

"Sure I can." She argued.

"No, Indiana, I won't let you." My mom said. "Let me give your dad a quick call." She huffed then walked back to the couch.

"This cannot be happening." She said while throwing her face in her.

"What? You hate me that much?" I asked.

"Huh? No. You hate me." She shot back.

"Say who?" I asked annoyed.

"Says common sense?"

"Well-... I don't."I told her.

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I could say the same for you." I said.

"No. You cant. You left me. Remember?" She argued.

"No I didn't." I shot back .

"Dude, what? You did. You told your friends you would never be friends with me, and then suddenly you guys made me seem like the bad guy. I'm not the bad guy. I'm not." She was all worked up. "All I had was my best friend, and you just, you took that away from me. All I ever wanted was my best friend back. Maybe I didn't show it the right way, but I didn't know how."

"Indie, I-" I started.

"Look, when we were friends, you were like, really important to me. Like more important than anything. You were all I had, and in just one day, I had no one. You hurt me a lot." I felt awful. I never meant to hurt her. I looked at her, her eyes filling with tears.

"Indie. I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Neither do I." She said sheepishly.

"I don't wanna hate eachother anymore." I confessed.

"I never hated you." She said while looking up at me.

"I never hated you either."