THE PRIZE
"Do you have any info about her?" I heard Shane asked my brother. I was outside the locker room and was listening to their conversation. It was the day of the game and the game would start in less than fifteen minutes.
"I called all of her friends but they didn't know where she is," my bother said in a tired voice. I felt guilt for what I did but this was the only way to keep him from fighting for his dream.
"This is all my fault," Shane said.
"No, it's not. I have a part in this too," Jason said.
"Well, it's not the time to blame ourselves. Let's just do what she wants. Let's play fair for her," I heard Shane said before I left with a smile on my face.
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I was watching the game of my brother and Shane from afar. The game was close. Whoever win the game, I would be happy for him. At least they play fair. If my brother loses, at least he tried.
They had a tie score. It was the last serve. Whoever got the point would win. Shane served. Jason hit it. Shane hit it back. There was some exchange of the ball. Then, Shane missed it. My brother won. My brother actually won!
The game was over and some reporters surrounded my brother. I walked to the court. I went to my brother's side and hugged him tight. His eyes were so bright and he was really happy. He looked at me and then to Shane as if to tell me that I should go and talk to him. I did what he wanted me to do. I went to Shane.
"Is my brother great or you're just being kind to him?" I asked Shane and when he saw me, he smiled and hugged me. I hugged him back.
"I thought I'll never see you again," he was looking at me in the eyes. "Where have you been?"
"It's not important. What's important now is that you play fair," I said smiling. We were in the middle of the court.
"What made you think that I played fair? Because your brother won?" he said sadly.
"No, because I heard you talking in the locker room before the game," I said. I felt sad for him. It was his first lose and I knew it was hard for him.
"You're eavesdropping on us?" he said now smiling. He was good in coping up.
"Well, just a little," I smiled back.
He shook his head as if to say I was bad for eavesdropping.
"C'mon. I'm not that bad… Well, you played great. You played fair and I love you for that," I said matter-of-factly.
"What did you said?" he said happy and shocked at the same time.
"What did I said?" I asked back. I couldn't understand what he was talking about.
"You said you love me," he said smiling from ear to ear.
"No, I didn't," I denied.
"Yes, you did," he insisted.
"No, I didn't'" I said again.
"Yes you did," he replied.
"Then, I didn't mean it," I said smiling to myself.
"I thought…" he said, his face saddened. "Well, my feelings for you didn't change. I still like you," he said looking at his feet.
I smiled widely.
"Then," I said looking at his hair. "I like you too."
He raised his head and looked at me intently in the eyes. He was half-smiling, half-wondering.
"You mean it?" he said as the rain started pouring.
"Of course," I said smiling.
He screamed at the top of his lungs and ran around me like crazy. I was laughing at him so hard.
"I love you so much," he said hugging me and I hugged him back.
We hugged I\each other under the rain…
THE END
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