I must admit, I really LOVE writing these chapters. And I know I should crack down and say: No reviews, no chapters! But I can't. They're SO much fun to write! But it'd really make things easier if you guys just dropped a comment by me, or something. Thank you, dawlfaces!
There's some surprises in this chapter too... I've decided to run with this story and make is not only about the Chica's vs. the PC, but also Chicas and Briarwood Boys vs. PC. Interestinggg, right?
"Man on, pass it back!" Love shouted at the 103" plasma screen. The soccer player swiftly stepped in front of the ball, then heel-kicked the ball back with his other foot. While the white team's defense sprinted towards it, the red player made a mad dash up the field. Love leapt up on the leather couch, pumping her first in the air. "Cross the field! Cross it!" The player on screen pulled back his leg and wailed the ball hard across the turf. Red's teammate took the ball around a white player, coming dangerously close to the goal. "Shooooooot it!" The player did as he was told.
"SCORE!" Duffy yelled, jumping up from his seat beside Love.
The entire soccer team had made it to Josh's house, where they settled on watching soccer game re-runs in his home theater. Popcorn was strewn over nearly every surface thanks to a popcorn fight Love had started earlier, along with random sodas and Monsters. There were many seats still left untaken, even though the soccer team normally would have filled each seat. Everyone had jockeyed to sit close to Love, forcing them to sit two or three to per chair.
Love and Duffy turned to each other and launched into their secret handshake: fist-bump, snap, turn then body slam. The room erupted into laughter as Duffy's solid body sent Love flying onto the couch. Popcorn kernels drifted into her hair, but she didn't seem to mind. She cracked up with the rest of the guys, griping her fat-free stomach and kicking her legs up in the air.
"Hey Love, I didn't know you were into soccer," Griffin, the jealous goalie from before, said when things finally wound down.
"Are you kidding?" Keith exclaimed, downing the last drops of his Monster. "She was ADD's girl's soccer team star!"
"No way," Derrington jumped up, wiggling his butt.
"Yeah," Love laughed. "But that was before I discovered gymnastics."
"Gym-nasty-ics?" Kemp cracked up.
"Shutty," Love slapped his arm. "You won't think it's so lame when I handspring into your chest!"
"Coooooool." The boys resepect-nodded.
"Can we see some stuff?" Plovert asked, crushing his soda can.
"Dude, you just met her," Josh punched him, winking to show he was kidding.
"What? No! I mean, I meant-"
"I gotcha," Love rolled her eyes, patting embarrassed Plovert's knee. His face turned the color of his cherry red flipflops. "But yeah, I think I can bust some moves. Gimme some room."
The guys immediately fanned out. Josh clicked off the tv, happily finding Love's entertainment way more interesting than any soccer tournament. By the looks of the other guy's oogling eyes, he was sure they felt the same way.
"Kay, how 'bout a split?" Love's thin, muscular legs split and she sank to the floor, one foot pointing forward and the other pointing back. Her long, dark curls nearly touched the floor.
"Aww, man," Derrington turned away. "That hurts just to look at."
"Imagine if you were a guy!" A blonde guy said, poking Love's pedicured foot.
"It's not so bad," Love looked up and grinned. "It'd be easier if I wasn't wearing these shorts though," She tugged at the hem of the dark denim, glancing at her legs.
"I like your shorts," Kemp smiled pervertedly.
"Fweak!" Love giggle-slapped his toned shoulder. "Anyone wanna switch pants with me?"
"Uh," Cam eyed Love's tiny waist, trying not to stare at her deliciously tanned and toned legs. You've got a girlfriend, who you love very much, he told himself. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't wear size quadruplet 0."
The guys laugh-agreed while Love frowned. She glanced from one brawny soccer player to another, realizing that they were right. Tugging at her shorts again, she pouted. There was no way she'd be able to show off her newly learned double backflip in them! And showing up would do these cocky boys some good.
"Josh," She said, running up to the ruby-lipped kid. Now that she was right in front of him, she noticed he was a full foot and a half taller than her. "Can I borrow some sweats or something?"
"You think you'll fit?" Duffy asked, pinching her hip with a wink.
"No, but I can roll them. And then roll them again. And again." She raised her eye brows and turned back to Josh. "Pleaseee?"
"Yeah, no prob," Josh rapid-blinked at the shorty begging to him. "C'mon, I'll show you where everything is."
"Sweet!" Love jump-hugged Josh and raced out of the room.
"She's something else," Josh laughed, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah," Duffy agreed, closing his soft green eyes, "She sure is."
(*****)
"Shiiiznittles," Love pouted, shuffling out of Josh Hotz's bathroom. Josh turned to find Love being practically swallowed by his Ralph Lauren college-dorm-wear collection sweat pants. Even though the pants had been rolled multiple times, they still slid slowly down her hips. She grabbed the descending fabric and walked towards him, holding the pants up and she moved.
"You look ridiculous," Josh remarked, biting his lower lip.
"Thank you very much!" She stuck out her tongue and waddled out of the door, still holding her south-traveling pants.
"Hey, you know what would be really cool?" Josh asked, taking off his NYY cap and plopping it on her head.
"Hmm?" Love rolled the pants once more, then secured the hat. The pants seemed somewhat more stationary, though Josh couldn't help but notice them slip and reveal a sliver of her back.
"We should uh," He stammered, "have a sleepover. You know, you, me, and the soccer team. And it is a friday night, so..."
Love paused mid-step. For a second, Josh worried that he had creeped her out and a gone a little too far. It was true that they had only just met so-
"That'd be AWESOME!" Love jump-hugged Josh again, but this time...
He caught her.
(*****)
"Guess what, guess what, guess what?" Love came running into the room, shadowy curls streaming behind her. She attacked Duffy from behind, springing onto his back and scrambling atop his shoulders. He didn't waver when she crashed into him, and didn't stumble and she climbed over him like he was a jungle-gym.
Duffy's shoulders shook with laughter as he tilted his head back and gazed up at Love.
"What?"
"Guess!" Love shrieked, planting a hand on one of his cheeks. She didn't notice the jealous glares Duffy was recieving, or the mouths-open stares in her direction. It was like she was oblivious to any notions that she may be adored by every guy in the room.
"Oh-kay, my guess is..." Duffy casually placed one hand on each of her knees, keeping her safe and steady on his shoulders. He smirked lightly at the dagger-glares. "That your pants are falling down."
"No. Wait," Love patted her backside, causing the boys to snicker. "Nope, I'm good."
"Then you finally hit 5'?" He joked, even though she truly was only 4'10".
"Gawd, I wish." She rolled her eyes, smiling. "You suck at this. Can I just tell you?"
Josh waltzed into the room, a giant, dumb smile plastered on his face. Duffy raised a brow at him. He shrugged, then motioned at Love.
"Yeah, tell me."
"We're. all. having. a." She paused, her crimson lips pressing together tightly. "A... SLUMBER PARTY!"
Oooooh it looks like someone has a crush on Love! Or maybe two someones? I mean sure, all guys think she's cute but these two... oh my. (; Who do you think it is? Review!
