A/N: I don't own Alias
"Oi Vaughn!" Weiss madly pushed past people in the crowded hallway trying to catch up to his mate. "Vaughn!"
His friend looked up in surprise at the sudden appearance of his buddy.
"Hey!"
"Missed ya at training this morning. Where the hell were you?" Weiss asked.
"Um, yeah, sorry 'bout that." Michael closed the door of the office he'd just come out of.
"Hang on a sec..." A confused look passed across Weiss' face. "Why did you just come out of the principal's office? Is that why you had to miss training?"
"Kinda. There was something I had to do," Michael said hurriedly.
"What! There's something more important than soccer for Mr 'Michael-must-have-nine-hours-of-sleep-before-each-game-Vaughn? Who'd have thought!" Weiss said sarcastically.
"Don't be like that mate. C'mon, at least I gave you warning that I wasn't going to be there."
"A text at 5:30 this morning? I never even knew that there was a 5:30am till I got that message this morning. Besides, it lacked the juicy details of why you were missing training."
"That's because I knew no details." Michael was interrupted by the shrill sound of the ten minute warning bell. "Was Coach angry?"
"No," Weiss said, gesturing to Michael to start walking. "Let's walk 'n talk. Coach seemed to know but wouldn't say where you were. There isn't anything I need to know is there Mike?"
"Nah, not at all. The principal just wanted to talk to me that's all." Michael shrugged his shoulders as if it did'nt matter.
"Is it about Saturday's game? Is he angry about the whole cheerleaders thing? 'Cause I'll talk to him if you want me to." Weiss said, his voice full of concern.
They stopped at their side-by-side lockers (assigned alphabetically), pausing only to throw their bags inside and grab books for their first two classes before continuing on.
"It wasn't about the game, though he did congratulate me on the team's effort." Vaughn stopped for a moment and then started to speak, a smile playing on his lips. "It was just about the whole looking-through-the-shower-window situation actually."
"Oh my GAWD! NO!" Weissstopped in his tracks. "What did you do? You didn't tell him about that did you? 'Cos that's just harmless fun Vaughn, it's not like anyone gets hurt and we-" Weiss' babbling was interrupted by a roar of laughter from Michael.
"Oh geez, the look that was on your face is priceless Weiss! I'm just joshing with you!" Michael said, continuing to laugh.
"Mike," Weiss drew a deep breath. "Never joke about serious things like that." Weiss put his hand on his chest and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"But the truth comes out now doesn't it, hey?" Michael poked his friend's arm teasingly.
"So what did the principal want?" Weiss asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Subtle there... The principal wanted to talk."
"Duh, I would never have thought."
"Promise not to say anything or tell anyone?"
"Hey! You're talking to Eric Weiss – master of secret keeping."
"More like secret blabbing." Mike said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, that's probably right on par," Weiss said as he shrugged his shoulders. "But that's never stopped you before."
"I know, I never learn."
"So what's this whole secret thing about?" Weiss nudged his buddy.
"I got a phone call last night to meet the principal and it turns out we're getting a new student."
"Really? That's awesome! Is it a guy? 'Cos if it's a guy, we really need a new goalie on the soccer team."
"Hate to break it to you Weiss, but you're the team's goalie. Why do we need another?"
"I just spent a whole morning at training with balls getting kicked at me left, right and centre. One hitting me where it kinda really hurts, so I wouldn't argue with me if I were you."
"Ouch," Michael winced. "Good point. By the way, how's the knee?"
"What knee?" Weiss said, confused. "Oh, I mean, the knee is ok. It was a great idea to sit off from Saturday's game."
"You know if you hate being goalie so much you could come and play in the field. Marshall covered alright for you last week in goals, so he could take over from you. Or you could just quit soccer altogether."
"Quitting is not an option. I need all the girlaction I can get. And I don't think the chicks would recover if I quit."
Michael scoffed in response.
"Be quiet you. And besides, Marshall is..." Weiss tried to think of a good describing word. "-Marshall. And also, playing in the field requires running and I don't run. That's why I'm goalie. And that's why you're going to get the new student to become the goalie. I can be sub then! It makes sense, because usually they pair new students with people who have the same interests. So this guy must belike, gun at soccer! And then he can do all the goalie work and get all the blame when you lose, and I can still get the chicks, the glory and the satisfaction from being in the team! See! It's perfect!" Weiss pumped the air triumphantly with his arm.
"Except for the fact that the new student's a girl."
"Bugger!" Weiss exclaimed, slapping his thigh in the process. "There goes that plan! Oi, then why are you paired up with someone who doesn't play soccer?
"Well, I got given her timetable with some of the info they gave me about her, and it turns out that she does all the subjects I do. Except she doesn't have any spares – she's got grade nine home economics insteadfor some reason."
"Darn, there goes that idea too."
"Weiss? What idea?" Michael asked, even though he knew what was coming.
"I was wondering if she was hot. But if she does your subjects she's not going to be. No-one in there right mind would do all those sciences and maths if they were hot. It's just not cool." Weiss avoided his mate's eyes.
"Hey, that's so cheap mate. And not true. For all you know, she might be real cute."
"Cute and hot are two completely different things. Your sister is cute, but Rachel Bilson is hot! But didn't you get a photo of this chick with her profile thingy though?"
"Nup, they didn't give me one. All that I know about her is her timetable, what she likes doing and where she moved from."
"Mmmm," Weiss said, not listeming. "But she might be alright though, mightn't she? When do I get to meet her?"
"Oh Sugar! I have to go and get her from student services now! Tell Mrs C I'll be in form late, ok?" Vaughn nudged Weiss.
"mmhmm." Weiss replied, not reacting at all.
"WEISS!" Michael said louder, trying to wake his friend from his daydream.
"Yep, tell Mrs C, got it. See ya." And Weiss walked away, leaving Michael standing outside the student services door alone.
Vaughn pushed against the heavy door and was immediately hit with the cool air-conditioned air. The lady at the desk greeted with a smile.
"Michael, we've been waiting for you. Come through to the side office and we can fill you both filled in."
Shivering from a mixture of nerves, cold and excitement, Michael walked into the office space. Sitting next to the counsellor Mrs Tralton was someone that Vaughn assumed to be Sydney...
A/N: sorry bout the long time, no update thing. The Aus. Open Tennis was distracting!
Anyway, please tell me what you thought, and if you have any ideas in making anything better, feel free to say.Thanks:)