Hrm..where to start with this one?
I've been going to my older brother's indoor games. Mainly to watch and it's nice to see some of his friends some of who I've known since I was four years old. There's no pressure to be anything that I'm not. I was standing on the upper level watching the boys on field one warm up for their game and keeping an eye out for more of the boys on my bro's team to show up. 15 Minutes before kick off and this dude in a green and gray team jacket walks over and stands next to me and says hi. I remember just looking at him like he was crazy. He wandered off a minute or two later. I turn around and wander towards field two. I prefer standing on the upper platform, good view of the entire field. Sure enough that same dude is parked about 3 feet from my bag. There is 40feet of open space to watch this game on this field, and he is 3 feet from my bag. Enough room for me to slide in and stand between him and my bag. I remember seeing him and thinking,"You little mother fucker, you're in my spot!" I didn't say anything just slid in behind him to watch the game. I don't think he noticed. The next thing I know he's popped up and gone, I turned just in time to see him with his indoor shoes and and pair of shorts in his hands running down stairs to change. The team was short a few players and I guess he had his gear handy. He played the game and did well. My mum fondly dubbed him the better looking "Wayne Rooney mini me."
To be perfectly honest, I didn't think much about it until later that week when my brother came over and we all discussed his game. I had to take a look at his ankle anyways. He got into a nasty tackle that night and his entire foot was purple. However the guy he tackled had to have three people help him off the field. Ah family bonding. When my Mum brought up this new guy, I was like "Oh yea the dude that came over and said hi to me both my Mum and bro just turned and looked at me. My eyes got big and I was like "What? He did!" Apparently he was new to the sport only started following the team in Seattle a year ago and loved it so much he started playing four months ago. He was pretty good for only playing for four months, kind of cute to.
Next week's game rolls around. I'm surprised to see my brother even playing. Him and a few of the other guys look a little banged up. Not as quick as they usually are, gimping a little. I know my brother he'll hide it as much as he can. He has to get really tired and weak feeling before he lets his emotions come out fully. We're alike in that sense. New guy is here to but not playing. I stand next to my Mum and watch. I think I kept my eyes on the players benches as much as I did on the field. Three of our boys with either tape jobs or ice packs. Hrm... Mum and I chat about this and that during the games. She asked why this new kid wasn't playing tonight. I shrugged saying I have no idea. I look over at him and wouldn't you know it, he's staring at me. Huh..odd...I don't turn heads...maybe I do but just don't notice it. This could be true..I'll explain later. He keeps looking over at me. I finish my beer with about ten minutes left in the second half and walk over to toss my plastic cup away. I make a little side trip and walk over and stand next to him asking why he wasn't playing. Honestly I just wanted to know the answer to this. He looked at me and then did a double take at the same time jumping about a foot and a half. His face turning bright red and put a little too much expression into his words. He's scared and nervous, adorable. We talk for a few minutes and I admit, he's cuter then I first realized. He's a total newb to soccer. I don't have the heart to ask him a question about a topic that I've been pondering all day. I simply ask if he follows a team in the EPL. He shakes his head no and starts going on about going to Seattle games and the man u friendly. Then he starts quizzing me about if I go to the games? I nod. Oh well we should hang out at the games, I mean if you want to. He rattles off. I just grin and nod. Yea I'd be down for that. He grins. By now the game has ended and his buddy walks by teasing him for talking to a girl. I wander over to grab my bag and he follows me talking about him and his buddy are going to grab a couple beers. Dude I can hear his nerves. I didnt give him my number, meh maybe Friday if he shows up for the next indoor game.
So I don't typically turn heads but the last time I sat or well stood in the rowdy section of the main stadium we go to. I was waiting for Cory.This dude kept staring at me and nodding his head looking me up and down with this stupid grin. I'm pretty sure I frowned at him wondering who he was looking at and when I realized I was the only girl in that area at that moment. I shot him a quick smile and his face lit up. I'm lucky he didn't come bounding over the 4 rows of soaking wet seats between us.
I told Cory about the guy at the indoor center. He didn't say much. He didn't say anything. I asked him if I should go to the next indoor game or go to a buddy's birthday party instead. He told me to go to the party and forget about the guy. Umm....ok. He also hasn't said much about the girl he's into lately. Strange for him. There was a freebie preseason match yesterday. The one thing I didn't want happened. I mean we won which was fantastic but I didn't want Cory to wonder where I am. He started texting me around noon to see if I was coming and I told him no. I have to work. He got a little mad and said he wanted to hang out. Geezus Cory... do you not understand how much you're killing me with these words? You've quizzed me about where I am before, what away games I'm traveling to and how you plan to keep me close on those days. I love talking shit with you, I love being around you. You put me at ease and it's funny but I feel like I don't have to put on an act when it comes to you, like no matter what happens you'll have my back. When I picture this in my head I'm always standing in front of you both of us looking out a head at something until the view pans lower and I see us each having a finger hooked together. Simple and small but protective. You make me smile and the worst part is you don't even know it. Damn you.
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