Fulton Reed- Requested

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Requested by ilovefultonreed

Eden Hall Academy was boring, well boring until the Ducks showed up. After the Duck's success at the Goodwill games, they were awarded scholarships to Eden Hall Academy. I wasn't super into hockey, but I had heard of them. I had a few of them in my classes, and they were super nice and I felt bad that the varsity team was picking on them.
I myself, wasn't very popular, I had a small friend group and I kind of kept to myself. I figured just being another face in the crowd was way easier than maintaining a reputation at this school.
Anyways, speaking of the Ducks, one had caught my eye. His was in my Biology class. His name was Fulton Reed. He was really tall and kind of quiet, but form what I could tell, he was nice.
On this particular day, as I sat in Biology, we were dissecting frogs, and the teacher paired us up. I coincidentally had Fulton as my partner.
He was quiet, and didn't hardly say anything except for the occasional observation and then he would look away at jot down notes. I knew he was working extra hard cause the Duck's were told if their grades were bad, their scholarships would be revoked, and I assumed he had to stay eligible for hockey.
"I also noticed that the ventral abdominal vein-" Fulton spoke as he turned slightly to look at me. I looked back not saying anything, but giving him a soft smile.
He kind of paused and I could tell he was somewhat uncomfortable, "Am I saying something wrong?" He asked.
"Oh, no no. I just haven't ever really heard you talk too much before. It's nice to finally hear you say something."
"I'm not used to it here." He said.
"I can tell. Eden Hall is hard to adjust to. I felt the same way coming here." I said.
"The only reason I'm still here is because I love hockey and I can't let the Duck's down." He said.
"I understand. You guys are close, I can tell."
"Yeah, were like a family. We've been hanging out since we were kids."
"It's really cool that you guys got a scholarship here. I saw you guys on the news a couple times. You're like famous." I said.
"Yeah, I guess. I just don't understand why varsity is treated like royalty around here."
"Yeah, Rick is just bathing in daddy's money and he also bullies people who hurt his ego."
"So you're saying the Duck's hurt his ego?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, definitely. He only bullies when he's insecure, I've heard him talk about it. My sister and him used to go out and talk on the phone." Fulton nodded. "So when's your next game?"
"Tomorrow actually. At 5, if you wanna come watch."
"I'd love to." The bell rang and I packed up my things and left.
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I awkwardly walked into the hockey arena, alone. I was kind of early, wanting to ensure I would get a good seat. I saw JV skating around the ice, and I took a seat toward the middle of a row, for a good view. The players helmets were off so I could see their faces.
Fulton looked hot into the stands, and I felt his eyes on me. I saw a light smile come onto his face, and I smiled back. He whispered something to his teammates and they all kind of looked at me. Fulton skated towards the glass that delegates the glass front eh crowd so I got up and went down to where there was no glass.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey, you made it."
"Yeah, I didn't have anything to do and I wanted to come support you guys."
"Thanks. I gotta get going, by till see you afterwards." Said Fulton.
"Ok. Cool." I smiled. He skated away and I went back to my seat.
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The Ducks won the game as usual and I waited after everyone had cleared out to congratulate Fulton. He ran out of the locker room and I walked over to meet him.
"You guys did great, especially you." I said.
"Thanks. I'm glad you came. Wanna go get some food or something?"
"Yes!" I said almost too excitedly. He laughed and we began to walk out of the hockey arena. Our shoulders and hands brushed together and I kind of held his hand. He turned to me and smiled.
And that was just the beginning of me and Fulton Reed.

A/N: If you want a PT 2, let me know, I'd be happy to write it!

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