This is the prelude to my sequel for Girls Can Play Too.
"Well... I love you."
'Still.' She added in her mind as her eyes fought against filling.
"Yeah, fuckin' love you too." His voice grumbled across the line.
Silence stretched between them, neither wanting to hang up but knowing that there was no use stretching the long distance minutes when there was nothing else to say but 'bye.'
"Bye." He finally voiced in English. "Have fun with the damn look-a-like."
"Bye..." she returned in Japanese. "Don't torture the guys too much."
A rough chuckle. "I won't; you'll be watching the game tomorrow?"
"Yeah, Nick's got it set up to play live feed... sorry I can't be there, Mom made sure that every security guard in the airport knows to contact her as soon as they see me anywhere near there..."
"Kris, get off the phone!"
"In a second!"
"You should go..." he sighed.
"I know... but I don't want to. I miss you."
"You'll get to talk to me again the same time tomorrow..."
"Talking doesn't replace being with you very well..."
"Just give me a few days and you'll get a surprise." He promised, the smirk that she knew he had appearing in her mind's eye.
"... 'kay." She took a long breath. "Enjoy practice."
"Sleep well, Damn Mutt." A click and silence accompanied the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Kris-"
"I'm off!" She yelled back, voice cracking a bit.
"Don't give me that tone, young lady!"
She merely growled a curse before pulling her covers up and falling asleep.
"Hn..." he grunted as he stared at the phone on the roulette table. She had to bring up what he wouldn't.
'Damn girlfriends.' He thought with a sigh as he stood and grabbed his football helmet. He shrugged off the daily emotions that their phone calls brought up and headed for the door of the club house. It was practice time and she was safe in America, he had to concentrate now. Concentrate. There was a game the day after tomorrow and they had only been apart for one month, two days, fourteen hours and thirteen minutes... he glanced at the clock on the wall- "make that fourteen." He muttered to himself as he pulled the helmet on and buckled it before jogging out with a Spanish CETME Ameli tucked under his arm. The wait would be over soon enough.