𝐑𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬𝜗𝜚 | 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝟏)

"𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫"

It was the morning after the sleepover and Sydney had just left the McHale household. Meg got barely any sleep, the thoughts from last night overwhelmed her and she didn't sleep a wink, she was exhausted.
She was sitting alone in her kitchen eating a bowl of cereal before going upstairs to get ready.

Coach Reilly scheduled another practice that afternoon before the hawks first game of the season. Apparently they were playing district five and in Coach Reilly words they were "Pansys", Over the few years of playing together, Adam called Meg a pansy every now and again. When the coach said the insulting name, Meg cringed at the word, thinking back to all the times adam called her that and she mentally cursed him. She moved her glance over to Banks, he was already looking at her. He has a cheeky smirk on his like he was think in the exact same thing. He shot him a crude look and focused back to the coach. Meg moved that memory out of her thoughts and jogged upstairs to get ready.

she sat at her dressing table and started plaiting her hair. Her radio was playing in the background as she hummed along to "Trick of the night" by one of her favourite bands: bananarama. she finished off her plait just as the song ended and she heard the radio channels host talk really fast and stupidly in the background. She looked in her ribbon drawer once again and she chose a dainty white one. She slid the clip into the top of her plait and adjusted it so it wasn't wonky.

Her mom was out at work so she was "home alone"
her dad was at home too but he was basically non existent to her most days. She grabbed her hockey bag with all her gear still inside from the previous practice the day before. She walked down the stairs and through her huge hallway. It felt cold and uncomfortable as her footsteps echoed in her empty house. She slipped her pretty snow boots on it two swift movements. She grabbed her house key and unlocked the door,

"bye dad" she called out in hope of getting a response. silence

she sighed in defeat and walked out her front door slightly slamming it in sadness. She began walking up the icy street, while shoving her hands in her coat pockets seeking warmth. She was about 10 minutes away from the rink when she heard a familiar boys voice shout from behind her.

"hey ribbons wait up!!"

she whipped her head around and saw Larson lightly jogging towards her. She smiled and slowly walked towards him to meet in the middle. He was almost right in front of her when he slipped on a super icy part of the side walk and fell back on his butt.

"owwww" he whined as he looked up at meg who was trying so hard to hold in her laugh. "don't" he warned to her and holding up his index finger jokingly, She couldn't take it anymore. She burst into fits of laughter as he just huffed out a sigh of fake annoyance, he pushed himself off the ground and dusted the leftover ice off his clothes, he looked down at meg with a small smile that had a "you can stop laughing now you idiot" kind of look to it. her giggles died down and she looked back at him nudging him a little. he let out a small chuckle to himself feeling like an idiot

"that was funny" she finally said wiping away her tears of laughter.

"yeah yeah shut up" he groaned sarcastically.

The pair walked the rest of the way together as they laughed about summer stories or hockey and anything they shared interest in. They got to the rink a couple minutes early so that they had time to change and stuff like that. Larson held the door open  for her and held his arm out dramatically

"malady" he said sarcastically in a fancy tone, using his hand as a signal to let her go through first.

"oh why thank you sir Larson your such a gentleman" she joked back in the same posh tone

her and Larson spotted McGill and Adam talking to each other outside the locker rooms. Larson started walking over to them while meg lingered behind him. She stood beside Larson as he said his hellos to friends. Meg smiled at McGill and then she looked over at adam. He purposely rolled his eyes dramatically and groaned.

"aw man you again" he complained to her

"yeah hola, and keep rolling your eyes banks, maybe you'll find something back there" she sassed to him in an innocent voice.

he slightly giggled at her joke. "shut your word whole, jerk" he answered back emphasising the vowel. meg giggled too and sighed jokingly "i'm just gonna get changed i'll see you guys on the ice" she told them

"sure see ya" they replied

meg picked up her gear bag and walked to to girls bathroom hitting off adam's shoulder with a smirk. He looked back at her and kinda smiled. she just stuck her tongue out at him and turned the corner to the toilets. Adam turned back around with the smile still slightly lingering on his face. "what am i even smiling at? i hate that wuss" he thought to himself, it immediately felt wrong when he started thinking that sentence. did he really hate meg or was his mind just telling him he did. he shook it off. little did Banksy know that McGill watched their whole conversation and small interactions in full detail. he had the same look that adam had the previous day plastered on his face. McGill spoke up, snapping adam out of his gaze at the floor. Larson stood up from tie ing his laces, to focus on the conversation.

"i know this might not be the best time to tell you guys this but.... uhm" he started

"what is it man you okay?" Larson asked him concerned.

"no no yeah i'm fine i just.. well.. i like her" he mumbled slightly.

"her?" adam and Larson asked in unison

"Megaera" McGill finally admitted and sort of whispered her name. Henry McGill had liked meg since the first practice she was at back in November 1990 when they were 10.

Adam's stomach dropped. And he had no idea why.

"HAH! come on Henry man we always knew" Larson laughed and put his arm around his shoulder as they walked away.

McGill and Larson were in their own conversation while Adam stayed quiet behind the 2 as they made their way into the locker rooms. McGill looked back at adam with a smirk, like he knew what he was doing but not in the good way, like he knew something about adam that nobody else knew, something even adam might not have known. Adam didn't know why he felt so worked up about this. She was supposed to hate him and he was supposed to hate her, that's how it always had been. Adam couldn't let the feeling go. It was eating him up inside, and he let it be

a/n!!
hey! i will make a second part to this chapter and continue this practice session in it because i have more stuff to add mwhahahhaha✊🏻✊🏻

hope your enjoying love you all❤︎︎