Hii guys, I am writing a new story, because I really want to, and I'll try
and update soon. I cant guarantee though, because I don't go on the
computer frequently. I put the chapters short, because I like them short. I
just think it's simpler and easier like that. You wont have the stress of reading
all of that.
But, that will change. I promise. xD
Pleasee read and review it, I really want to know what you guys think.
Summary: Aisha Ringfield and Jacob Black have always been best friends since the beginning. Aisha's a tomboy type, and Jacob is playful and sporty. But then when Jacob phases, he imprints on Aisha. Will heat start to build up between them, as Aisha bubbles up her true feelings for Jake that she's bottled up? Rated M for dark themes later in the story.
Blue as the Sky, Brown as Earth
Chapter 1- Family
Aisha's POV
"NO! One more goal!" I screamed, not finished with him yet. He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Sorry, Aish, but you guys lose. We've played a fair game, and you still lost." Jacob said, a devilish smile plastered on his face.
"Fair!" I scoffed, remembering his friends tackling me and pouncing on me just cause I was a girl. But I wasn't giving up yet. After all, the losers had to each give twenty bucks to us.
"One more goal! And then we'll see who's a loser!" I exclaimed.
He smirked, but then grinned his playful, Jacob smile.
"Fine, one more goal. Then it's settled."
I smiled. I could always win with Jacob, my best bud. He was funny, stupid (at times), and a great friend. I always loved playing soccer with him, shooting some hoops, and wrestling (yes, I said wrestling) with him. People in my school referred to me as one of the "boys", because I didn't have any girl-like features or habits. Apparently, I had the body of a girl, but my hormones and mind was like a boy. Yup, you guessed it. I'm a "tomboy." It's not something I chose, like it's not like one morning, I said "Oh, I'll be a tomboy today!" No. It just happened. From kindergarten to now, grade ten, I'd been the sporty, athletic, playful type. I didn't have any girly traits. I didn't shriek when my clothes got sweaty and muddy, I wouldn't obsess about my hair or my nails, and I definitely didn't wear girly clothing. Track pants and baggy shirts, that's my style. They were comfy and cheap. Jacob Black, he had been my best buddy since kindergarten. It all started with me wanting to kick some balls. He scoffed and said girls didn't play "ball." I stood up to him, kicked him, and then played "ball" with him, and beat him. He was shocked. Since then, we'd done everything together. We'd punched each other, we'd play-fight, I'd come over to his house and eat like a maniac, and he'd do the same thing with me, but with more manners. The fact that I was a girl didn't bother him at all. He just treated me like all of the other guys. Which was what I loved about him most. Sure, he was cute and all with his grinning-like-an-idiot-puppy-dog personality, but that was just it. We were best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"I am ready!" I said, raising my arms up so I looked like a muscle-man/woman. He laughed. My team got on one side of the field, and his team got on the other side of the field. "One, two, three, BEGIN!" and just like that, feet took the soccer ball, in control of it. I took it with me, wobbled it from one foot to the other, and paid attention to no one around me. Eyes on the ball. Eyes on the ball. I chanted the mantra, focusing on the ball only. I was impossible to beat. Only one person could really beat me, and that too if he really tried. Jake. He was coming toward me right now, footing around with the ball and trying to play tricks on me, but I wasn't falling for it. My eyes were for the ball and goal only. This one was going to have to be mine. But, then a whole group of guys had surrounded me, and I had to pass it to another guy on my team, and we kept on passing forth the ball, finally me scoring the goal. Victory.
"BOO YEAH! We win the game! You guys owe us twenty friggin' bucks!" I cheered, hopping up and down like a little puppy. All of the guys sighed, defeated, and pulled out their wallets. They handed over their bills to me, and I rightfully distributed the bills between all of my other team members. Four twenty dollar bills in my hand, I stuck them in my pocket, and then went to Jacob to rub it in his sorry ass.
"Hahahaha! We won, you lose! I get pizza, you don't! Hehehe!"
He took both my arms, and twisted them until they wrenched with pain.
"Say Mercy, say Mercy, say it!" He said, twisting my arm even more.
I tightened my lips, in a thin line. I wasn't giving up easily.
"SAY IT!"
"M-m-mercy!" I shrieked, my hand now red and bruised. He smirked.
"Haha. Got you back." He said.
"Yeah, well, I'd get you too if there weren't rats crawling in my stomach." I said, rubbing my belly up and down, to soothe the hunger.
"C'mon, let's go get something to eat." He said, putting his arm around me like he was drunk. He put all of his weight on me, and I dragged his ass to the Pizza Corner. The rest of the boys' gang followed us, laughing. We always went there for drinks and food.
We ordered pizza and drinks, paying the money we'd earned from Jake and his guys. This is what we always did every Fridays after school. We bet on money, but either way we ended up spending it on food as a group. So, there really was no point at all. Which was the point. I think.
Finally, the waiter came with our huge party pizza, and cans of coke. We dug into the food like we hadn't eaten for the year, devouring it all down so we'd all quickly eat it. Eating with guys was like first come first serve. If you didn't get anything, too bad, so sad for you. Which was what I loved about them. They were like family, except they were wild animals.