Broken promises|Guy Germaine•mighty ducks

"Why are we wearing wigs?"

Indiana James POV:

"Y'know, I just, I don't know. I thought it would easier to act like I hated you, than to show you that I actually cared." I said solemnly.

"Oh." He said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Me too." I looked down. "It's just hard,Y'know? No one ever stays."

Guy just looked down. What was there to say? I didn't want a huge gesture. Just a little bit to show he cared.

"You were really important to me too." I looked up at him. "I didn't realise how much I hurt you. I'm really sorry."

"Thanks, Guy. I appreciate it." I faintly smiled at him.

We sat in a silence for what seemed like forever till his mom came in and broke it.

"Indiana, you'll be staying tonight. There's a weather advisory."

"Okay, thanks." She smiled at me and walked back into the kitchen.

"Well, this is awkward." Guy said sheepish.

"Yeah.." I replied quietly.

"You wanna set up downstairs?" He asked hesitantly.

"Sure." I shrugged.

We walked downstairs to guys finished basement. Our favorite place in the house as kids. It was so cool. There was a bedroom, a fridge, a bathroom, games,toys. Everything. We used to call it our apartment. I was sure things must've changed since I last saw it. We walked down the stairs and entered the play room. It was definitely tidier than last time, and it seemed like he had gotten rid of some of his things. Donation, I assumed. I followed him to the door of where our bedroom has been. He opened the door. I was shocked. In the room was two beds, one with flowered covers and one with a hockey blanket.

Over the flowered bed, there hung lights. The room was covered in hockey posters,jerseys,and movie posters. I looked over to the lights over the bed and saw all the pictures hanging from it. Pictures of me and Guy. It was crazy. It was surreal, not because of how cool the room was, but because the room had not changed in years. It was the exact same room Guy and I had countless sleepovers in. Nothing had changed.

"You still have my bed?" I asked in pure awe.

"Yeah." He said while scratching his neck. "My mom always knew you'd be back."I smiled at him. I felt so wanted.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, and I knew you'd be back too." I looked at him, smiled then went over to the photos. "No way! I forgot about this!"

"What?" He asked. I showed him the picture. "Woah."

"Wow, halloween 1987. Daphne and Fred. We look so dumb."

"Why are we wearing wigs?" He asked in shock.

"We were weird." I laughed. "We went all out for Halloween."

"Always."He said. "Well we should get ready for bed."

"Yeah." I sat down on my bed and took off my boots.

"Oh, you're in a dress.." he commented.

"A skirt,actually. But yeah, what about it?" I asked.

"You're gonna sleep in that?"

"Well, it's not like I have much of a choice,Germaine." I answered matter-of-factly.

"See that dresser over there?" He pointed to the white dresser that had been there for years. I nodded at him. "The top drawer has some of my pyjamas that I grew out of. I'm sure they'll fit you."

I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. I scanned through the clothes before I took out a shirt and started giggling.

"What?" He asked. I turned around to reveal the shirt with the Rugrats on it.

"Rugrats?" I asked. His face turned a bit red.

"It was from a few years ago." He said sheepishly. I had always teased him for watching Rugrats because it was a show made for little kids.

"A few years ago? Guy, this would fit you now." I
mentioned. He gave me an annoyed look. "I'm just messing with you."

"No you're not."

"I am, I swear." I put my hand over my heart.

"No, you think I'm a baby." He shot back.

"Fine. If you don't believe me then I'll wear this shirt to bed to show you." He raised an eyebrow at me as I grabbed a pair of plaid pj pants and marched to the bathroom. I took off my skirt and white shirt, then slipped into the pants and the Rugrats shirt. I walked out of the bathroom and back into our room. "Ta-da!"

"Wow." He said. "Can't believe you actually put it on."

"I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar." I announced as I sat on the bed. And he sat on his. "So Um, I meant to ask; how's your dad?"

"He's good. He's in Iraq right now. We got to talk to him the other night."

"That's good." Guys dad was in the military, the army to be exact. That's where he met my dad. My dad and him went to boot camp together and were stationed together. My dad had to stop serving in the military once my mom left. He thought it was important to be with me,I guess. Didn't want him being so far all the time to affect my "healing process". Even thought my dad doesn't serve in the military anymore, he still serves. He's a state trooper.

"What about your dad?" He asked.

"He's okay, I guess. He's really tied up with work and stuff, so he's not around much." He shifted awkwardly in his position.

"We should get to bed." He said as he pulled his covers up to get under them.

"Wh- what are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting into my bed?" He asked awkwardly.

"Guy, you can't do that."

"What do you mean? Why not?" He asked confusedly.

"Me and you can't sleep in the same room." I replied.

"Why not? We always slept in the same room." He wasn't catching on.

"Yeah, when we were younger, but, we're not little kids anymore, and you have a girlfriend." He finally understood. He seemed pretty civil about it aswell.

"Oh Yeah, you're right. I didn't think of it like that." He said while getting up.

"Yeah, boys never do." I teased.

"Ok, ima head upstairs, night Indie."

"Night."