❝MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIME
THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ❞
Juliet Anderson was the kind of girl everyone adored.
With her infectious smile and boundless enthusiasm, she had a way of lighting up a room.
Friends flocked to her not jus...
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𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮
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So to start on a very positive note, Bombay had just convinced a man named Mr. Ducksworth to sponsor the team with funds for new supplies, and the excitement in the shop was palpable.
Charlie and Juliet wandered over to the hockey sticks, their eyes scanning the colorful array.
Juliet's gaze landed on a particular stick adorned with pink accents, and she picked it up, admiring it.
"Look at this one, Char! Isn't it so cute?" she exclaimed, twirling it around in her hands.
"Cute? I don't know, Jules. I think it needs more black for a real hockey vibe," Charlie teased, smirking at her.
"Maybe, but this pink would totally match my helmet!" Juliet shot back, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "And it would totally intimidate the other team."
"Intimidate them? With pink?" Charlie laughed. "I think that would just confuse them."
"Confusion is a valid tactic!" she replied playfully, nudging him with her elbow. Just as they were sharing a laugh.
Charlie reached for another stick, but in his eagerness, he knocked the entire stand over.
Sticks clattered to the floor, and Hans whipped his head toward Charlie's direction, his expression a mix of surprise and exasperation.
"My bad!" Charlie called out, trying to save face as he surveyed the mess.
Juliet rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't help laughing. "You really need to work on your coordination, Charlie."
"Hey, it's all part of my charm," he shot back, grinning.
Just then, Guy, Jesse, and Goldberg wandered over, still buzzing from their earlier antics.
"Who is that kid?" Bombay asked, glancing toward the front of the shop where a tall, mysterious figure stood.
"Fulton Reed," Guy answered, a hint of admiration in his voice. "He's in one of my classes."
"Why doesn't he play?" Bombay inquired, curious.
"He only plays football," Jesse explained. "Some preppy school gave him a scholarship, as long as he doesn't play hockey. They don't want him getting hurt."
"I heard it was colleges," Guy added, clearly impressed. "He's already been accepted to four of 'em."
"Yeah, but I heard he's gotta repeat the sixth grade," Goldberg chimed in, snickering.
Juliet glanced at Goldberg and quipped, "As if you're gonna pass sixth grade, Goldberg."
Guy high-fived Juliet, a proud smile on his face. "Nice one, Jules!"
