I don't own Little Giants

Please R&R

I really didn't focus on punctuation. So please forgive me, those who correct grammatical error when reading. I just wanted this out of my chest.

It was the game they would never forget. Becky held her head up high as she turned to Spike to rub it in his face. He glared at her knowing this wouldn't be the last game, between them. Junior passed by to shake Spike's hand in which he refused.

"Spike, don't shake hands with peony wimps", he said.

Walking away, Becky looked over to make sure he was watching, and faced her team mates to mock him.

"Me, Spike. Spike so big, Spike will cruuushhh you", she said in a low voice.

"Spike makes you pay". He said offended.

That summer spike began to speak in first person and include more words into his vocabulary. Though he changed his way of communicating, that didn't mean he changed his attitude towards Becky. Through the years spike and Becky continued to bump heads all the way through middle school to the last day before senior year. And that's when things got complicated. Debbie O'Shea began an interest in the infamous spike.
The cowboys decided to join the giants in a game of scrimmage. And Debbie and her friends were called for support. Debbie looked over at spike that seemed to have his eye on Becky. Ugh why does she always have the guy's attention she thought? What's with these guys liking a tomboy? I'm a cheerleader and yes I have had my share of guys but why do they all have a slight curiosity about her. She's trying so hard to be one of the guys and failing, which makes me even angrier. Her white football pants no longer fits as it seems to be snug in every possible place and her chest. For goodness sakes they are bigger than mine. The only thing feminine that she will allow is her long flowy hair. And even that she puts in a braid and lets it hang over her shoulder right above her hip. No wonder Spike's looking at her. She so pretty and I can't let another guy look at her that way. I'm going to break this pattern. As she said that she waited for Spike outside the locker room. She waited impatiently till she saw him. He dripped sweat on the floor as he took off his shirt. Hey, there Spike. She said as she rested her hand on his chest. Uhh. Hi Debbie. What do you want? It's not what, it's who. She said circling his muscles with her finger. Me? Yes, you. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. I won't let him even think of her.

Becky passed by the boy's locker room when she saw Spike and Debbie locking lips. She didn't know why, but she got slight shivers down her back. She couldn't look away. She watched Spike become Debbie's next brand new toy. Debbie could have any guy why would she want anything to do with Spike. Junior snuck up on her, hey sis what are you looking at. He traced what Becky was looking at. He knew something was up. Becky had to think quickly so she rolled her eyes and said how sad as she walked away. Junior just raised his eyebrows and tilted his head while slowly walking away. Becky got home and lay on her bed. She smelled her shirt and took it off. She looked in the mirror. She had another internal conflict. Debbie's got herself figured out, look at me; I'm not fit for anything. I have too much of a bust for any football pads to fit and I'm not really feminine to quit, plus I love football. Gosh. She said exhaling flopping onto her bed. She was caught between pretty and tomboy. God, she yelled as she scrunched up and fiddled with the fabric of her bed. A million thought crossed her about Spike. God he's a jerk. Not only is he infuriating at practice he's found away too crawl into head. She sighed as she removed her clothes and entered her shower. That didn't help because even more thoughts infected her mind. When she went down stairs, her worst fear appeared in front of her eyes. She saw Spike at her house. And the worst part was she was in an overgrown shirt and undies with no bra. "Great" she thought. Thankfully he didn't see her. And she reacted quickly hiding behind the counter of the kitchen. She heard a voice but it wasn't Spikes, it was Debbie. Hold on I'll go get her. Was she talking about me? She thought. She heard Debbie race upstairs. And Spike opened my refrigerator. At that I stood up.

Getting comfortable, I questioned. He closes it. Why are you wet? It's called a shower. What are you doing here? Debbie needs you for something. Fine well I have to go upstairs could you turn around. Why. Not your business. He smirked at me. I signaled him to turn around once again. His smile grew only bigger, but obeyed my request.

I ran upstairs and saw Debbie in my room. Mind telling me why Spikes here? He's with me and I didn't want to leave him. He's like a lonely puppy without me. I rolled my eyes. Mind telling why you look like that. She said pointing out my damp overgrown shirt that was sticking to my chest. Well I was alone; Junior went out with the guys as for dad, he's with our family. And I'm pretty sure I can dress what I want when I'm alone. And Spikes says you need me. He saw you? Like that? Yeah, no thanks to you. I didn't know you trailed around the house asking for it. Asking for what? You think I want Spike. He's yours.

You always take my guys. What guys, Debbie I've never dated before. Why don't you, too good for them I suppose or something oh, let me guess you're on the curious side.

What no! I just haven't found the guy.

What about Spike?

What, what about him. Oh I get it. Your here to gloat aren't you? You don't need anything; you just want to shove this in my face.

Is it working she asked curious.

No, I lied.

We'll see about that. She challenged. There is a party tonight, come with.

Fine, I'll go.

Good I'll get an outfit for you.

Whatever.

She left the room and started down the stairs. Pick you up at 8. She said with a grin on her face... a second after she left I fell to the floor realizing what I just agreed to.

I've never been to a party. And what's wrong with my clothes. And Spike, gosh how does she suspect that I feel something. I can't even tell if it's a positive thing or not. I lay on my bed again going under the cover. I closed my eyes for a couple hours or so. I began to dream about Spike. What ifs popped in my head? I dreamt of his broad back, his abs, his lips, his eyes, his lips, his nose, his lips again. My body was tingling just thinking of it. I woke up a bit sweaty yet I felt cold and my stomach felt abnormal. Maybe I should cancel tonight's event. No I can't she'll suspect something. Oh my God. Eight o'clock came quickly. Debbie came into my room and tossed me a dress.

Wear this. She said.

Fine. I put on a tight black cocktail dress on. I'm a bit bigger than Debbie so I felt extremely uncomfortable. My chest barley fit the tiny dress and it showed a little more than some thigh. To top it off she put lipstick on me. Why are you doing this? Cause I'm curious. About what? I don't know yet. But I'm tired of all my boyfriends thinking what ifs. Including your Spike. Mine, why do you put it that way?

Honey don't you see it. He looks at with such eyes.

What, no.

He does when I'm cheering you guys on; he always examines you as if you're a brand new football. Then why are you dating him. I don't know I can't let you have him just yet. You make no sense. It makes sense to me.

There, all done.

I looked in the mirror and I couldn't recognize myself. She even undid my massive mane from its braid. Let's go. I went down obediently puzzled of her actions.

Let's go Spike's driving us.

What, he can't drive. Why? Have you seen how he drives? Oh he's not that bad. I walked outside and stepped into the death vehicle. He looked at me and snickered as he turned on his red corvette. He's such a butt. We got to the party and I saw Tad and Marcus flirting with the cheerleaders, and then they turned and faced me.

Dude, Icebox is that you?

Yeah, got something to say?

No, no you just look different.

Yeah, but I'm still Icebox.

Sure thing, yeah.

I walked past and grabbed a red cup just for show. The party seemed pretty lame I didn't have many friends besides the original giants. I went upstairs and found a window. I stepped in and breathed in the warm summer air. I lay on the roof and closed my eyes. Hey, Spike. What are you into? Debbie asked. Football, football, and uh football.

Oh well I guess we have a lot in common.

How so he said taking a sip of his beverage settled in a classic red plastic cup.

Well, we both are jocks.

I don't think cheerleading is a sport.

Feeling insulted she just laughed it off. She took a sip of her drink, nervously. Want to go make out?

Sure.

They went at it for minute straight yet he pulled away. I'm going to take a piss.

Um, yeah sure I'll be here, she tried for another kiss yet he pulled his cup in front of her face. Hold it? He ordered

Charming she thought. She sat there waiting for him. Jake came passing by. His nerdy glasses fogged up and he could barely hold himself together. Sup hot stuff. He said flinging his hair back. Want to make out. She looked at him with disgust and then shrugged and she grabbed him by the ears.

I heard a noise from inside the room. Occupado, try another.

Sorry. Dude I thought it was..

Spike? Is that you?

He looked at me and walked towards the window.

Yo, pom poms.

Don't call me that.

Do you want me to call you Icebox?

Whatever, you want. Just not Pom Poms.

He climbed out the window and lay next to me. I felt cold and began to shake.

Here want my jacket?

No I said stubbornly.

Take it as he began to remove it from his body.

No, I don't want it.

Just take.

No, no, no.

God, you're stubborn.

And you're obnoxious.

Am not.

Are too.

Am not.

Are too. I pouted and he crossed his chest.

You know you really are trouble. How so I asked.

You, you know... you just make me.

I make you what I said coming closer to him.

He swallowed a gulp and tries to adjust himself. I make you what? I repeated. I don't know what came over me put I felt drawn to him. I crept closer and I could hear his heart beat faster. I placed my right arm over his right leg and inched closer to him.

You do that. I really think you should quit football.

Why I'm a good player. Yeah so it's not fair.

What's not fair?

You, looking like that. Do you know you're the only girl on the team?

So?

So, we are going to be seniors.

And you are not a kid anymore. Neither are you. And it's only natural that I think this way.

This way? Like what.

Like this, he said grabbing my face setting his lips upon mine. My once cold body felt a rush of warmth cross and I shivered. He grabbed me and intensified the kiss. Too shock to pull away and dazed I let him do it. His muscular hand touched the side of my body as the other rested my left arm that was placed above my head. His tongue touched mine. My toes curled and my knees raised as it entangled with his. He paused and whispered just like that... My lips just parted and he touched my lips. This is what you do to me. Your trouble. And it's not just me it everyone else on the team except Jake. He likes Debbie.

Oh my god, Debbie!

What about her?

You're dating her? Not really. And does it matter we are not dating, we just simply made out. You are an ass.

Yeah, but you totally made out with me. He chuckled. But seriously you have to quit.

No, you just want the spotlight. This was your plan wasn't it?

No you're going to get hurt if you continue to do this. No. Why don't you just sit out and cheer like all of the other girls.

That was low. Even for you. I think I'll walk home. I said angry and hurt. I stood up and stepped on his brown leather jacket.

I stepped in the room and walked down stairs and saw Debbie making out with Jake. I couldn't help but stare.

Time to go Debbie. What where's Spike.

Behind me.

She looked at him. Want to give us a ride?

No Debbie I'm going to walk.

What why?
Because I do, I'll see you at school tomorrow. I walked outside and thought of how stupid I was to let him kiss me. I'll never let that happen again. Ever. Debbie looked at Spike who just rubbed his head.

Let's go.

She left Jake by himself and blew a kiss good bye. And he caught it setting it into his pocket. They sat in his car. He was silent. She knew she was going to get so information out of him.

Pull over Spike.

What, are you going to throw up?

No just pull over at that park over there.

He obeyed his order, and pulled in the empty park that sat still in the darkness.

You want to make out.

He asked puckering his face toward her. She set her hand on his face.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm going to kiss you.

No, I mean what you said to Becky.

Nothing he tried.

She gave him a stern look.

What are you doing fooling around when you have your eyes already set on the prize?

Most people search forever and your here fooling around.

Whatever you did, fix it.

I can't. Why not?

You can't fix a kiss.

You kissed her?

He sat up straight, are we through now. He said starting up the car.

Yeah, but you've but yourself in a sticky situation.

After he drove Debbie home they decided to end their so called relationship. He reached his house passing the kitchen, passing his trophy case and into his dim room only lit by the moon lights. He lay on the bed thinking of Becky. I knew she'd be trouble. Ever since we met she was. And now she in my mind ever since sophomore year, she's buried herself into my mind. Her body is improving every year. Her shirts seem smaller and smaller every year yet she doesn't seem to notice, but I do, I always do. Her old baseball jersey so old it misses bottoms and her legs. God forbid me but as a boy all thoughts fantasize about those legs. If only every girl had her body. But her personality is the one thing that drives me insane. We are the same and yet we always clash. She can't be on the team. Just look at her. Her body has already been through hell of tackling though I don't mind. I always intended to be the one and only to tackle her. In my mind she is mine. And only mine. He sighed as he set his head on the pillow and whispered your trouble, pom poms. He slowly unbuttoned his pants as he reached for release.