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Carson's POV

As soon as we got Elizabeth shoes and to the tennis courts, Sahara jumped out of her still running car and ran to the fences.

"Hello my love! I've missed you so much!"

Being the elder and usually perhaps a bit more responsible of the two of us, I turned off her car and got out with the keys. Elizabeth and Legolas followed, and I then tried not to drool as he stepped out of the car. It was like those commercials or movies or whatever when the sexy girl steps out of the car all sexy like and the camera pans upwards from her stylish shoes and the wind conveniently blows their hair just the slightest bit as they look dramatically off into the middle distance. Only Legolas is a guy.

Sahara took her key lanyard from my numb hand and dragged me around the back of the car. "Stop staring or you're going to start drooling on the floor," she whispered through clenched teeth at me.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Right."

She only grinned at me and opened the back of her car to grab the racquets and tennis balls. We still wore the retro dresses but we'd changed our shoes. Although I'm not so sure that Sahara's choice of her black high top Faded Glory converse shoes were the best for tennis. Of course if I told her that she'd stick her tongue out at me.

"Oky doky then. Lizzy you can use this one. And Legolas you can use this one." She handed two identical blue tennis racquets to the fictional characters and then handed me a black one. "Maybe we can call David and he can come play with us."

"If he has his stuff. He hasn't really played in a while. Haha, maybe you can beat him now."

"Oh yeah we have that bet going on!" She smiled widely, recalling the bet she had made four years ago when we had started freshman year, if she could beat him at one singles match of tennis, he'd take her out for dinner, the whole shebang: suit, pretty dress and heels, pretty hair, shmancy restaurant, flowers, a movie, and even a moonlit stroll. If he beat her, she had to make him a sandwich. And she's had to make a LOT of sandwiches.

Men. Cue annoyed eye roll and sarcastic tone.

He actually came up with the terms because she made JV freshman year, and he was the team's manager.

"Okay then! Legolas, you're on my team, Lizzy you go with Carson."

"Hey! How is this fair?!" I crossed my arms over my chest haughtily.

"All the more time for you to focus my dear," Sahara replied, batting her eyelashes, grinning and tilting her head towards the elf.

"Do you really want me that focused? I won't be moving. You'll hit me with a ball and I won't even flinch."

"Right… Okay new plan. Legolas, you're on Carson's team, Lizzy you're over here with me." She led the pirate woman to the other side of the tennis court.

"Since when do you call her Lizzy?"

"Since I decided that Elizabeth is too much of a mouthful every time. Okay, now, Lizzy you stand up here by the net." Sahara placed her in the middle of the box in front of the net. "Legolas you stand here." She pointed to the box kitty corner of where Elizabeth stood. "I will stand on the line back there and Carson will stand opposite me. Now, since you two are at the net you will be volleying, meaning if there is a ball that comes straight at you, or into your relative vicinity and is either really high and will bounce outside of the green area or is really low and just barely clears the net, hit it. But whatever you do, do not swing at the ball. Just push your racquet out like you're pushing a shield out. The other swings you need to know are forehand and backhand, like this." She swung her racquet out in fore- and backhand strokes. "The object is to keep the ball inside the green area and if possible, past the other team into the red area. But it has to hit the green area first otherwise the point is theirs." She gave a short sigh. "Got it? Good! Let the games begin!"

I just rolled my eyes at her explanation.

"Oh, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

I laughed out loud at her uncanny imitation of Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games.

She bounced the ball a few times before bringing her racquet behind her head and coiling her body. "Love-love." The racquet hit the neon yellow-green ball with a smack and suddenly it was right in front of me.

I love when we play tennis.

*`-~0~-'*

Half an hour later found Elizabeth and I sitting on the bench by the court that Legolas and Sahara were currently occupying, hitting the ball back in forth in a volley that had lasted somewhere around 20 passes and counting. How this came to be I can't remember, but the two of us just sat there watching the ball go back and forth between the two of them like a couple of cats.

And then my phone started singing "Barbie Girl".

Legolas turned to stare at me at the same time that Sahara started laughing. She stopped when the tennis ball hit her head.

"I believe that's my point then," Legolas said.

"What is that… noise?" Elizabeth leaned away from my phone

"Oh that's my brother calling." I picked up the phone and Legolas turned to Sahara.

"Her brother is a… Barbie girl?"

"Sup?" I said, nodding a bit. You all know the sup nod.

"Do you need anything from down here?"

"Nah I think we're good. We're playing tennis. Wanna come?"

"As in, you're playing right now, or you're about to leave the house to play tennis?"

"We're-well okay, Sahara and Legolas were having a little volley war for a bit there. It just ended because you called."

"My ringtone is still 'Barbie Girl' isn't it?"

I could just imagine his bored face and giggled. "Yes, yes it is. But I must say, Sahara has gotten quite good in the past few years. She may just be able to beat you."

"Oh it's so on." The line went dead.

"Oh goody, David's coming to play tennis with us."

Sahara grinned her Cheshire cat grin through the wisps of hair that fell over her reddened face. "Fantastic."

"Tell me, what is this bet that you have with Carson's brother?" Legolas asked, looking like he had just gotten dressed. His hair wasn't even messy! Of course not, this was Legolas after all.

"So we made a bet years ago that if he beat me at an entire singles match of tennis I'd have to make him a sandwich-which I've made a lot of-but if I won, then he'd take me out to dinner. Like, a really nice dinner. He'd dress up in a suit and everything, I'd get to dress up all pretty and stuff and then we'd go out to a fancy restaurant and then a movie and the shebang that is a nice and proper date. I've been so close to finally beating his butt but then at the last moment he pulls a fast one right down the line on the opposite side of the court that I'm on."

The elf choked on a laugh.

The elf choked on a laugh.

The elf choked on a laugh.

What? What are you serious? Legolas, the perfect image of what every girl wants, that makes half the population of girls swoon at the mention of his name, the one that is pretty much the most attractive and sexiest captain obvious ever, that never messes up, never misses a shot with his bow, never has one of those perfect golden strands of hair out of place, choked on a laugh?

What has this world come to?

It was lost on Sahara and Elizabeth. My curly haired weirdo of a best friend slash sister skipped out of the courts and to her car to get a drink of the Gatorade she kept stashed there, and the pirate woman just pulled her legs up to her chest and picked at her nails.

I however caught sir attractive's mishap and bounced over to him. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

He has got to stop looking at me with that dreamy smile and those electric blue eyes. "That little laugh you choked on. You sir, mister perfect elf of freaking everything, just choked on a laugh."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

I had to resist, with all my will power, the urge to just yank his mouth down to mine so I could kiss that gorgeous grin that was playing at his lips. His lips, are like, the most kissable looking lips ever. Listen to me; I'm such a weirdo.

"Have you noticed the way that William looks at Sahara," he whispered.

I really have to focus more on listening to what he's saying than fantasizing about him. "Sort of. I remember you saying something about it yesterday."

"Have you seen the way he looks at me when she associates with me?"

I shrugged.

"Or when she associates with anyone else that is not female?" he was still whispering.

"Not really. Why?"

"If you watch him closely when she talks to David, Jack or me, you'll quickly understand." He grinned fully then and walked away to talk to Sahara about the bet as David drove up the hill to the courts, leaving me to attempt to regain control of my fantasies.

David hopped out of his large F-150 Ford truck affectionately named Big Blue and retrieved his tennis racquet from the back as Will and Jack got out.

Jack immediately got inside the fence. "I don' like th' metal carriage."

David walked up to Sahara and I immediately trained my eyes on Will.

"So, normal terms?"

"Yessir," Sahara nodded.

"Allons-y then!"

They shook hands and made their way to the tennis court I still stood on, staring at Will.

The pirate's eyes followed the two tennis geeks, flicking between them, his butterscotch eyes nearly blazing with jealousy that was well hid on his face. He almost sat on the racquet I left on the bench beside Elizabeth and I laughed out loud, stumbling off the court to stand next to the elf that grinned knowingly.

"Shush Carly," Sahara said.

Their match began and I could barely contain my laughter.