Hockey: a sport that requires the ability to skate effortlessly on ice before learning how to play. It's a skill that I don't have. That's why I support my friends and boyfriend on our Eden Hall Mighty Ducks from the stands. I first met the Ducks about 2.5 years ago when we initially joined at Eden Hall. They had a rough start and I wasn't exactly popular (mainly because I didn't become a cheerleader), so it wasn't so far fetched that we'd get along.
Despite not being able to skate, I've attended every game to support my friends. Within the first year, I began dating the captain, Charlie Conway. From then on, I've even more present in a designated personal cheerleader role (minus the crappy uniform and cult mentality). They've achieved so much and I'm so proud of them. Nothing about this arrangement has never bothered me. However, new plans with Charlie has brought insecurity to light.
Recently, an outdoor rink was installed by the mall - open for public skates. Naturally, Charlie has been wanting to take me skating for a date. I agreed because I froze and didn't want to admit to the captain of the hockey team that I can't even skate. The first time, I panicked and cancelled last minute - but I had also forgotten I was babysitting that night. After the third cancellation, it's clear he's become suspicious.
As the bell signals the end of the school day, I do my best to rush off campus. However, the crowded halls make it tricky to leave the building. Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder catches me off guard.
"Oh my god, Charlie! You scared the crap out of me!" I jump and whack his arm.
"Sorry." He laughs.
"What's up?"
"Are you avoiding me?" He quizzes me as the halls slowly start to clear.
"What? No, why would you say that?"
"Because you are." I knew I couldn't avoid this forever. "And you keep cancelling on our skate date. At this rate, the ODR will be gone. Look, I'm used to people bailing on me. So, if that's what you want-"
"What, no! God, no!" I cut him off with overwhelming guilt. "That's not what I want at all!"
"Then what's going on?"
"I..." I struggle to find the words to make it less pathetic and hang my head in shame. "It's stupid."
"Can't be as bad as as what half the team come out with." He quips. "What's the problem?" He holds onto my hand.
"I don't know how to skate." I admit and keep my gaze on my shoes.
"That's it?" Why didn't you tell me?" He keeps things light-hearted.
"Because it's embarrassing."
"It's not embarrassing. How is it embarrassing?" Charlie's continued questioning finally makes my eyes meet his.
"Because you and all our friends are gold medal hockey superstars. Skating is like breathing for you guys. But if I put a foot on the ice, I'd turn into Bambi." I express my insecurity.
"Everyone's like that at first - you just have to practice." He reassures me. "Fulton didn't know how to skate when he joined the team. He went down a flight of stairs and knocked some lady into a fountain." He recalls Fulton's misfortune to make me feel better.
"Did he actually?" The image is clear in my mind.
"Absolutely. He felt bad but couldn't stop, so you could just hear him shouting sorry all panicked." He chuckles.
"Can't say I blame him. I guess we have something in common."
"How about we go to the ODR and I'll teach you?" He offers with enthusiasm.
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The Mighty Ducks Imagines
FanfictionI may be late to the Ducks, but its better late than never. Enjoy the imagines that keep me occupied and distracted from reality. There's a lot of Fulton stuff.
