Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks.
Summary: I know this has been done a million times, but I got inspired by the RPG I'm a part of (edenhall on LJ) and decided to write my take on the Bash Brothers' relationship. It's my first Mighty Ducks fic, so please let me know what you think (even if you think it sucks)!
The corridors of Eden Hall were unbelievably crowded, as Dean Portman jogged through them on the way to the dorm room he shared with Fulton Reed. He had just gotten out of detention. Someone had reported him to the dorm supervisor for playing music at what was, apparently, an unacceptable volume for four o'clock in the afternoon. After being stuck there for an hour, all Portman wanted to do was get back to his room and relax, however, it seemed fate had other ideas. He was stopped several times in the space of a hundred feet by girls asking him to the 'Welcome Back Dance' that was being held that weekend. Each time he would patiently tell the girl 'Sorry, I'm not going to the dance. Not my thing,' and watch as their faces fell in disappointment as he walked away.
'Damn, I wish I'd never stripped in the penalty box last season. I'm never gonna be known for anything else!' he thought, as he continued on his way to his dorm room. Finally, after a couple more interceptions, he made it through his door. Fulton looked up as the door burst open and was promptly slammed shut again, Portman making a dramatic show of locking it behind him. Amused, Fulton continued to watch as Portman dropped his bag on the floor and threw himself onto his bed and covered his head with his pillow.
'Tough day?' Fulton enquired casually, smirking, from where he was sat on his own bed, reading a magazine.
Sighing, Portman removed the pillow from his head and looked at his best friend. 'You could say that.'
'What happened?' asked Fulton, putting the magazine down and swinging his legs over the side of the bed so he was now sat facing Portman.
'Well, as if getting detention for playing music too loud wasn't bad enough, I've been stopped by a million girls on the way back here asking me to the dance. I mean, sure they were pretty, with the odd exception, but I just…wasn't interested in any of them and I didn't feel bad turning them down.' Portman replied, closing his eyes and trying to block out the memory. For as long as he could remember, he'd never been interested in girls and the thought of dating one scared him. Not that he would ever admit that.
Laughing, Fulton shook his head. 'I'm sorry man, that had to have been rough on you.'
Opening his eyes, Portman sat up and faced Fulton. 'Thanks for all your support Fult! I really appreciate it,' he said, rolling his eyes. 'So, what're your plans for the weekend? Anything exciting?'
'Not really…avoiding going home and definitely avoiding the mall. I don't wanna get caught up in all the madness of people looking for Fifties outfits.' Fulton replied, shrugging.
'Tell me about it! Am I right in assuming you're not going to the dance either?' Portman asked.
'Nope. It's not my thing. I don't wanna get involved in that whole, preppy dance scene.' Fulton replied as he shook his head in disgust. He'd never really understood the fascination with dances that most of the school's population had, and was thankful that Portman felt the same. It meant he always had someone to hang out with on the night of a dance.
'I hear ya,' Portman nodded 'So how come you're avoiding going home?'
Shrugging, Fulton answered 'There's nothing for me at home. All I really care about is my sister and her son, but they're not going to be there this weekend. She said something about taking Coby camping or something. So what're you planning on doing instead of going to the dance?'
'Staying here and playing music at an obscenely loud volume and just generally being a nuisance. Care to join me?' Portman replied with a grin.
'Sure. I like obscenely loud music.' Fulton replied with a nod, before glancing round to make sure they were completely alone, even though he knew Portman had locked the door. Reassured, Fulton leaned forward and kissed Portman softly on the lips. Portman could do nothing but blink in surprise and, suddenly unsure and a little afraid, Fulton stood up and headed for the door. As he fumbled with the lock, he became acutely aware of Portman's presence behind him.
Well that's it for the first chapter...please read & review.