I'm new to this, but I've already written things before on my spare time. Let me know whatcha think. This is an introduction, I should have the second chapter up in a bit.:)
Enjoy
"Ouch try to go easy on me Lopez!", Puck stated while rubbing his shoulder, dropping his paint covered gun.
"Oh don't be such a baby, you're the 'puckasuras' remember". She reached into the bag around her waist and threw him an ice pack, making the mark she already made even bigger, since it hit his arm again. Santana smirked as he winced in pain as the pack hit him.
"Unff". realizing he couldn't make a snarky comment back, considering he was the one who made up that name in the first place, he grabbed the pack and walked away cleaning off his gun.
A small blonde walked passed an in pain Puck and continued up to the latina.
"Come on you could at least go easy on him, were just practicing".
"Quinn I'm helping him learn that getting hit is bad and to never do that during a real game".
"Santana you do realize he was already out when you hit him?" A hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Exactly that's why i shot him, hes gotta learn to stay down. And if I have to show him 'the lima heights way' then so be it."
After realizing she wasn't going to get an apology out of the hot-headed latina, she walked away to check on the rest of the team. After Santana was done packing up her equipment she went to go join her team.
'Yeah I know what your thinking, how am I the captain of the Lima Ohio Vipers. Easy I'm the best here, everyone loves and fears me, and I'm very tolerable to pain..Actually to tell you the truth they voted me Cap because, even thou im all those things, ill be there for my team no matter what. Yea, surprise surprise I have a soft spot for my team but that's it. All the other things in the world I don't care about...Besides me Breadstixs.'
When Santana got to the group's table they were all sitting on the benches discussing how they were going to take on our opponents tomorrow during playoffs at the Annual Paintball Tournament. Kurt and Blaine were both saying how they couldn't wait to pump paint into the other players chest.
'Even thou they are the most gayest players I've ever meet, I have to admit they definitely know how to block and cover'
"Easy there tigers we don't need yous breaking your nails now do we?. We can't risk going into the playoffs with players down." I said as I took a seat in between Puck and Blaine.
He playfully slapped my arm. "Haha, very funny. I may be a softy when it comes to bow ties or my Kurtsie Wortsie". 'Gag' "But I'm very serious when it comes to paintball and killing the other team." He grinned while the rest of the team cheered in agreence. Kurt blushed and gave Blaine a peck on the cheek with a goofy smile.
To dropped the awkward mushy moment I said, "Since we have playoffs coming up, I've decided to go out and get us new uniforms". I grabbed the box on the ground near the table and held up our brand new shirts. They were purple with a dark blue armor shade on the sleeves going down to the bottom. On the front was the picture of a viper and on the back was your team number and name, with the Red Bull and Monster sponsor logos on the side. 'Yes we are so good we have two head companies sponsoring us'
"When I call yous names come up and get your shirts."
"Sam Evans your number 4 and Trouty Mouth."
"Finn Hudson number 18 and Gigantor."
"Noah Puckerman your..."
"I said to call me Puck not Noah." He said.
"Mhhm I will.. Noah your number 69 and Puckasuras."
"My names Puck, sandbags." He yelled
I just rolled my eyes and gave him an evil wink. I called out Blaine and Kurt who were both number 8 and named Porcelain and Starkid. Matt Ruthford was number 71 and named Spider, 'He was named that ever since he had that spider stuck in his ear, eww.' Mercedes Jones and her boy toy Shane were next and got numbers 10 Aretha and 11 Cocoa. 'Im not going to get into how that name was givin' to him'. Quinn's number is 22 and her name is Quinny. 'I asked if the shirt could say Prego but she just huffed and walked away, no clue why hmm.' Lastly was Artie Abrams and he was 54 name Four Eyes.
After the Shirts and Viper Sweatpants were given out we headed back to our two team cabins, making sure not to wake up our other team rivals. The rest of my team went back to the rooms to put the gear away and get a good nights rest, even thou is like 11:00 at night, before the big day tomorrow. On my way back a dropped my stuff and my helmet came off its strap. I set the box down mumbling Spanish curses till I reached the helmet. But before I could pick it up a tall blond walked over and went to hand it to me. I reached for it and was meet with the most beautifulest blue eyes I have ever seen.
This is just an intro, Should i continue..?looking forward to comments or suggestions:) spelling mistakes are my bad.