New story while I was high of episode 6 of Free Iwatobi Swim Club! I love that show! Anyway about my other stories; no I haven't given up I decided to go in a new direction of Once Again I'm at the Bottom because what I had for chapter for sounded stupid so I'll pick up on that soon! As for She's with who; that story might be put on hiatus not sure yet! I know it might be short but please enjoy!
UNDER PRESSURE
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I watched as my brother swam. He did various types of strokes. My favorite was when he did breaststroke. He did it with such determination. It made me feel like even I could do it, but I had always had this fear of water… at least that's what everybody says. They said I wouldn't go near water when I was a kid and I still wouldn't. I thought they were wrong because I loved to take showers but that was until we had a trip to the ocean. When I stared at it I seemed to freeze and I wouldn't move. My body pulls me to the other direction while sometimes it screamed at me to leave and never come back. After that I decided I was just afraid of the ocean because it was a vast amount of water and I couldn't handle it. My brother, though, loved to swim no matter what. He'd spend more than an hour in the tub just to be in water. And I envy him for that; for being able to swim anywhere and everywhere.
The buzzer took me out of my daze and I saw my brother get out. He grabbed a towel and placed it on his head, drying it. I waited until his friends left and made my way towards him.
"You were amazing, Onee-san!" I said.
"You always say that Hinata." He rolled his eyes and I frowned and puffed up my cheeks.
"But you are!" I said.
"Come on, let's go. You know how mother gets." He patted my head and started to walk away and I followed him towards his car.
When we arrived home mother was just putting the finishing touches on dinner. She decided to make mashed potatoes and meatloaf. My little sister had sat the table already so we just sat down. Mom started to put the food out. Father walked in with his usually stoic face and soon did our cousin. Everyone was seated at the table.
"Itadakimasu!" we all started eating and having a conversation.
"So Sasuke? How'd it go at the pool?" our cousin, Neji, asked.
"Good. I was timed by coach and he told me if I wanted to I could beat the world record." He finished.
"You should've seen him Neji! He was awesome!" I squeaked.
"I bet he was." My father inquired.
"Yeah but they say that starting in the next two weeks I might have someone who's actually worthy to be a challenger to me." Sasuke said.
"Are you serious Onee-chan?!" I said excitement bubbly up. Sasuke never races anybody because they are all slow pokes.
"Yepp and if you want to come to see if he is worthy to be my rival I'll take you with Me." he said smiling a bit. I smiled from ear to ear.
"Of course I would!"
After that I went to my room to call the girls. The first person I rung was Tenten. She was like a sister from another mister to me. She picked up after the first ring
"Hi, hi, hi!" she beamed.
"Hey Tennie!" I yelled.
"So you're going to call Ino and Sakura, while I call Karin and Temari, Kay?" she said.
"Kay!" I answered and did what I was told. Soon all the girls could be heard on the phone. We talked about random things until Sakura mentioned about my brother.
"So Hinata how's Sasuke?" she asked.
"He's doing awesome!" I said smiling as I thought about his swimming.
"Has he ever found someone worthy enough to challenge yet?" Ino asked make worthy sound British like.
"No but there is someone new coming in about two weeks, who his coach said would be worthy though." I answered getting excited to see Sasuke finally race.
"A new boy? He better be cute!" Ino whined.
"Aren't they all?" Karin asked. We giggled.
"I actually want to see that. Sasuke's been complaining and he finally gets what he wants." Temari spoke.
"Me too!" we all chimed in. after that we made plans for them to meet up at my house in two weeks so Sasuke could drive us all there in his truck. I had a feeling that day will be the start of something new and exciting.
