I do not own the Ducks only the OC's I make up. Sorry for any mistakes, reviews would be lovely.

The Ducks were all gathered in the Bank's house, the extravagant and well decorated living room to be précised. They were all talking about what they should do. They had not spent much time together because all the non-Minnesota Ducks had to go home for the holidays. But now they were back, waiting for the start of another school year.

Just when they were trying to decide whether to get out of skates for the night or not, Adam's younger sister walked in. "Adam, have you seen my blue shirt? The one that says 'Dancer Girl'," Phoebe asked. At the moment she was in a pale pink skirt and a light blue tank-top that complemented her eyes.

"Nope, sorry, Phoebe. Why don't you ask Maria?" Adam answered.

"I already have," Phoebe whined, "I really wanted to wear it tonight."

"Where are you going?" Charlie inquired. He and Adam were so close they were like brothers so Kelly, Maria and Phoebe were like sisters, making him the over-protective brother, along with Adam and Jason, Adams older brother.

"Bowling with friends." Phoebe started searching the couch's cushions, looking for the top.

"Male or female?" Fulton asked, getting up as Phoebe searched his chair.

"Female. Oh, now I know! Aimee borrowed it." Phoebe rushed out of the room to call her friend. She came back moments later with the dead receiver in her hand. "Aimee and Jamie can't come bowling and Aimee does have my top. Adam, can you drive me over there?"

"Can't Maria?" Adam passed the request to his older sister.

"Nope, she's on the phone trying to talk Kristy out of bailing. Apparently she has some family thing to do." Phoebe pouted at her brother. "Please, please, Adam? I love you."

"Fine." Adam gave in. He grabbed the car keys before turning to his teammates. "I'll be back soon. Try to think of something to do in the mean time." He and his sister then walked out of the large house and to his car. The drive to his sister's friends wasn't long and was filled mainly with music from the radio. "So, who are going?" Adam questioned, his eyes on the road.

"Just some friends." Phoebe knew why Adam was asking but she wasn't going to answer. She wasn't even sure if Adam knew why he was curious.

"Okay." As Adam spoke the simple word he pulled into the McSon's driveway. The McSon twins, Aimee and Jamie, who were fifteen turning sixteen like Phoebe, were at the door the moment Adam stepped out of the car.

"Hi, Adam," they both said with a smile.

"Hi, girls," Adam replied in a dead tone. He always said 'girls' because they argued over what it meant by him greeting one before the other.

"So, Adam, good news," Aimee, or was it Jamie, started as they walked into the house.

"We're transferring to Eden Hall, we'll be with you," the other finished.

"Ah huh." Adam couldn't care less. As much as the Ducks hated it, he wasn't into dating. His fellow teammates always try to talk him into dating but he would just ignore them.

"So, Adam," the first one purred, putting her hand on his bicep. "Have you been working out?"

"I play hockey, of course I have." Adam looked around the living room for Phoebe. Not finding her, he presumed she had disappeared with Aimee to find her shirt. That meant he was dealing with Jamie.

"I know. I love watching you play. When I'm at Eden Hall, can I be your cheerleader?" Jamie cooed, her hand still on his arm.

Adam looked down at the girl. She and her sister looked exactly the same. They both had strawberry-blonde hair that was thick and very wavy; they both had brown eyes that were flecked with blue and grey. Their skin was flawless, their body's well shaped and their chest was far from small. They would be any boy's favorite dream, but not Adam's. To Adam, their hair was to light in colour, their skin was too soft and unharmed and their brown eyes were the wrong shade. Not to mention they were to short, standing just under average. Adam knew his ideal girl, and they weren't it.

"There are cheerleaders at the school. You could always try to join the team," Adam told her, rolling his shoulder to get her to let go.

"Yeah, but I'd be your own personal cheerleader." Jamie tried to move close to him, but Adam tensed and stood still. He gave off an air that he didn't want her near him. She didn't take the hint though and tried to cuddle into him.

Adam cringed and scrunched up his nose. Jamie must have been wearing strong perfume. It stunk. It smelt like a musty room mixed with fabric softener. He was really uncomfortable and the smells were making him feel sick.

Phoebe and Aimee came back with Phoebe's shirt. When his sister looked at him, he pulled a face, letting her know he wasn't happy. Phoebe stifled a giggle before hugging Aimee. "Thanks, Aimee. To bad you can't come bowling." Phoebe then walked over to Jamie and pulled her away from Adam. Giving the other sister a hug, Phoebe said her goodbyes, "Bye Jamie, bye Aimee."

Adam sighed with relief as they headed out of the rich house.

"Bye, Phoebe," the two said in a normal voice, then in a girly voice, "Bye, Adam."

Adam didn't reply, he simply climbed into his car and drove away with Phoebe.

"Did you have fun?" Phoebe asked cheekily.

Adam growled, "No. Your friends are annoying. That's the last time I do you a favor."

"It's not my fault they threw themselves at you. They like you," Phoebe protested.

"Well I don't like them," Adam told her, turning up the radio.

When Adam left with Phoebe, the team got bored quickly. Therefore, they were happy when Maria handed them an album. On opening the album, the team discovered it was photo's from before Adam became a Duck.

"Who's that?" Russ Tyler pointed at a girl with her arms around a blonde. Both girls were about six and were hugging each other and smiling. The blonde was clearly a Banks, though which Banks sister out of three, they didn't know. The other girl had thick brown hair that had a slight curl to the bottom. Her eyes were also brown and her smile didn't reach them.

"Oh," Maria exclaimed, fixing her make-up in the living room mirror. "That's Phoebe and her friend, Essi."

"Okay," Russ turned the page and saw a picture of Adam and a fellow Hawks player. This player also had brown hair and brown eyes like the girl. But there was cockiness to his eyes, where the girls had been empty.

"McGill," Maria and Charlie growled.

"Who?" Dean Portman asked, arching his brow as Maria walked out of the room.

"The dick that almost broke Adam's neck back in peewee," Fulton explained. "He was a right asshole." They turned the page again. There were pictures of Phoebe and Essi, Adam and McGill and a blank spot. "What was there?"

Maria walked back in, halfway through pulling up her hair. She looked at the page and the blank spot. "I think, not sure though, that it was a picture of Adam and Essi. Cute photo."

"Where's it gone then?" Dwayne asked in his Texas accent.

Maria shrugged. "Phoebe could have taken it. She always liked it. Adam could have taken it because he liked it or hated it. Mum could have put it somewhere. Dad could have burnt it. The list is endless."

"Ummmm, why would your dad want to burn it?" Julie looked down at the blank spot.

Maria laughed at the team's confusion. "Because Jason, Kelly and I used to tell dad that Adam and Essi were in love and they were going to get married. Dad believed us because he was never around to see them fight. Dad didn't want Adam to have a photo of him and Essi for that fact. He didn't want he's son fraternizing with Essi after what happened in the last game against the Hawks. She has ties to the Hawks.

"Your dad's weird," Julie concluded.

"Ah huh," a voice agreed. The body connected to the voice walked in, revealing Adam. "What are we talking about?"

"The photo of you and Essi is missing," Maria informed her younger brother by two years. She had just finished pulling up her long hair, now she was standing there with her arms folded.

"What a shame," Adam replied sarcastically, dropping himself into a chair. "I haven't even seen her in about seven years this year. The Hawks game if memory serves."

"Hey Phoebe, Kristy's out," Maria told her sister. "How about we invite the Ducks?"

"Fine with me," Phoebe said back, before turning to the Ducks. "Want to come bowling? You can call Tammy, Jesse and Terry and invite them." The Ducks, who had nothing better to do, agreed.

Around twenty minutes later the Ducks and the two Banks girls were in two separate cars, driving to the bowling ally. Adam was driving the smaller car and Maria was driving the larger. Phoebe was in her blue shirt and chatting with Connie and Julie.

"You're gonna love my friend," she told them.

"I thought all your friends backed out," Goldberg stated from the seat next to Adam.

"No. Aimee, Jamie and Maria's friend Kristy backed out. There was six of us going and as far as I know my last friend still is," Phoebe corrected him. She then looked at the back of Adam's head. "I bet you're glad Aimee and Jamie aren't coming."

"If they were, I wouldn't be," Adam told her bitterly.

"Why not?" Connie asked, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Because, Aimee and Jamie practically threw themselves at him." Phoebe smiled when she saw Adam's shoulders tense.

"Really?" Connie and Julie asked slyly.

"Yep, I heard something about Jamie wanting to be Adams personal cheerleader," Phoebe announced.

"Going off Cake-eater. Two girls." Goldberg clapped a hand on Adam's shoulder.

"Not interested," Adam growled.

Goldberg quirked an eyebrow before turning in his seat to look at Phoebe. "What do they look like?"

"Petite, strawberry-blonde hair, fair complexion, pretty; their twins," Phoebe described.

"Banksie, are you gay?" Goldberg asked.

"No," Adam hissed, quickly losing his temper. "I'm just not interested in them."

Goldberg sighed but Adam was saved from hearing a reply. They had just pulled up in the bowling ally's parking lot beside their fellow Duck's that were meeting them there.

The group climbed out of the car and greeted their friends and as rest got out of the nine-seater Maria was driving.

"Where is this friend of yours?" Julie asked Phoebe.

Phoebe and Maria merely headed towards the building instead of replying. As they drew closer, they noticed a girl sitting on the steps, hunched over a book. Adam stopped dead. The girl was a contrast to the Banks girls. Phoebe and Maria had straight, bleach blonde hair to the girl's mahogany brown that had a slight curl at the end. The Banks girls had light blue, expressive eyes to the girl's plain brown, emotionless eyes. Phoebe and Maria were skinny, had lack of curves and small chests. The girl, whilst skinny, had curves, a developed chest and, for a rebellious feel, a navel piercing. The only thing the same was the height. The Banks girls and this brunette were all tall, standing around 5'9. The girl was wearing a loose fitting; dark pants that sat on her hips comfortably and a white tank-top that didn't reach her navel.

Phoebe noticed the Ducks looked at Adam to see if he would tell them who she was; Phoebe took this chance to see Adam's reaction. He stood there looking like he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Esmeralda." Phoebe smiled.