*~That last chapter was really short, wasn't it? Oh well, this next one
will be longer. I am notorious, (he he, that's my guinea pig's name,
notorious P.I.G., you know the rapper, notorious B.I.G.? Ah forget it) for
short chapters~*
What happened during the game Dean never knew because he was staring at the assistant referee. She was seventeen or eighteen, and even though she wore the tacky yellow and black uniform, she was still gorgeous. She had shining black hair which was pulled back into a loose bun on the top of her head. Her legs were slender and perfectly modeled and when she raised her flag it was a graceful movement that made you automatically agree with her call. Dean, who wanted to see her face, convinced Seamus to waltz over to the other side because he "couldn't see the other goal clear enough." It was worth the trip over. Dean noticed that when she stood, she was straight up, and her body was rigid, like a statue, except for her eyes, which darted over the field, taking in all the players. And oh, what eyes! They were so dark that when you looked into them you lost yourself in a pool of indescribable beauty. Her face had high cheekbones, thin eyebrows, a long nose, and bubblegum pink lips. Although her expression was stern, Dean could tell she loved to have a good time. I mean, what girl wouldn't? So, after the game, (Seamus left as it was so boring,) he confronted her.
"Excuse me, er, I couldn't help but notice you did an exceptional job out there," Dean said, choosing his words carefully. She looked at him questioningly.
"Are you a parent or something, because I really don't have time for this. I've got to get home and make dinner," she said as she packed up her equipment.
"Oh, yeah, I understand, it's just that-er, I don't know how to say this," Dean muttered
"Let me guess, you saw me and you came down here to ask me out, am I right?" she was very straightforward. Dean was startled.
"Well, er, no, I mean yes, er, no. Oh, what the hell, yes I came to ask you out," he confessed. To his surprise, she started to giggle.
"Actually, I was hoping you would. Here, this is my phone number," she scribbled some numbers onto his hand, "don't lose it. Call me sometime."
Dean, startled, gave her a nervous smile before turning on his heel and striding back to Seamus' apartment. He resisted the urge to punch the air. He had her phone number, she liked him, and they were going out on a date. Well, not quite yet, but soon. He skipped into the entryway, hung his coat on the peg, and summoned his robe towards him. Seamus came out of the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear.
"So, did you two hook up or what?" he asked slyly. Dean was taken aback.
"How do you kn-," Dean sputtered. "Oh Dean, do you really think I'm that stupid? 'Oh, Seamus, let's go over to the other side so I can see the goal better, but I really want to check out that cute girl right in front of us.' And 'Seamus, you go ahead, I want to see the end of the game,' I am not that naïve," Seamus said.
Dean sighed. Nothing ever got passed Seamus. Slowly, he nodded. Seamus' grin became, (if possible,) even wider. He beckoned him into the kitchen where he had Dean use their phone, (for emergencies,) to order them some pizza. But before Dean did this, he scribbled the girl's phone number into his address book to use for another day. He knew if he didn't he would lose the number.
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Dean woke up in his bed without the usual golden ray of sun. He stumbled over to the window and opened the curtain. He groaned, it was a grey day and a slight drizzle was falling. He trudged into the kitchen and picked up the phone. He flipped through his address book until he found her number, where he had written it a week before. Slowly, he punched in the numbers and listened to the countless, monotonous rings. After the seventh ring, Dean hung up. Meanwhile, across town, a phone was answered shortly after the seventh ring, and a girl hung up, a puzzled expression on her face.
Dean, yawning, poured himself a cup of coffee. The morning passed quickly, and soon, Dean had apparated to work. He appeared outside his office at the Ministry of Magic, he was the ball inspector for the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the Ministry of Magic. It was his job to inspect all of the bludgers and snitches before they were distributed, take any complaints or questions, and repair damaged balls. He hung his coat on the back of his chair, sank into his chair, and pulled his repairing box towards him. Inside were three bludgers and five snitches. He sighed and pulled one of the bludgers out. He put a charm on it to make it stay still for a bit so he could inspect it, and read the note of complaint. He laughed a bit. It was the usual; the ball simply followed the slowest person on the team. He performed a basic Randomizing charm and placed the ball in his distributing box, the mailperson would come by at the end of the day. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Dean had no idea that when he got home there would be an unexpected visitor waiting for him.
*~Well, that wasn't too much of a cliffhanger, as you could probably guess who it was, but is it really the girl from the soccer game? Or could it be someone else? Mwahaha, it could be either!~*
What happened during the game Dean never knew because he was staring at the assistant referee. She was seventeen or eighteen, and even though she wore the tacky yellow and black uniform, she was still gorgeous. She had shining black hair which was pulled back into a loose bun on the top of her head. Her legs were slender and perfectly modeled and when she raised her flag it was a graceful movement that made you automatically agree with her call. Dean, who wanted to see her face, convinced Seamus to waltz over to the other side because he "couldn't see the other goal clear enough." It was worth the trip over. Dean noticed that when she stood, she was straight up, and her body was rigid, like a statue, except for her eyes, which darted over the field, taking in all the players. And oh, what eyes! They were so dark that when you looked into them you lost yourself in a pool of indescribable beauty. Her face had high cheekbones, thin eyebrows, a long nose, and bubblegum pink lips. Although her expression was stern, Dean could tell she loved to have a good time. I mean, what girl wouldn't? So, after the game, (Seamus left as it was so boring,) he confronted her.
"Excuse me, er, I couldn't help but notice you did an exceptional job out there," Dean said, choosing his words carefully. She looked at him questioningly.
"Are you a parent or something, because I really don't have time for this. I've got to get home and make dinner," she said as she packed up her equipment.
"Oh, yeah, I understand, it's just that-er, I don't know how to say this," Dean muttered
"Let me guess, you saw me and you came down here to ask me out, am I right?" she was very straightforward. Dean was startled.
"Well, er, no, I mean yes, er, no. Oh, what the hell, yes I came to ask you out," he confessed. To his surprise, she started to giggle.
"Actually, I was hoping you would. Here, this is my phone number," she scribbled some numbers onto his hand, "don't lose it. Call me sometime."
Dean, startled, gave her a nervous smile before turning on his heel and striding back to Seamus' apartment. He resisted the urge to punch the air. He had her phone number, she liked him, and they were going out on a date. Well, not quite yet, but soon. He skipped into the entryway, hung his coat on the peg, and summoned his robe towards him. Seamus came out of the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear.
"So, did you two hook up or what?" he asked slyly. Dean was taken aback.
"How do you kn-," Dean sputtered. "Oh Dean, do you really think I'm that stupid? 'Oh, Seamus, let's go over to the other side so I can see the goal better, but I really want to check out that cute girl right in front of us.' And 'Seamus, you go ahead, I want to see the end of the game,' I am not that naïve," Seamus said.
Dean sighed. Nothing ever got passed Seamus. Slowly, he nodded. Seamus' grin became, (if possible,) even wider. He beckoned him into the kitchen where he had Dean use their phone, (for emergencies,) to order them some pizza. But before Dean did this, he scribbled the girl's phone number into his address book to use for another day. He knew if he didn't he would lose the number.
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Dean woke up in his bed without the usual golden ray of sun. He stumbled over to the window and opened the curtain. He groaned, it was a grey day and a slight drizzle was falling. He trudged into the kitchen and picked up the phone. He flipped through his address book until he found her number, where he had written it a week before. Slowly, he punched in the numbers and listened to the countless, monotonous rings. After the seventh ring, Dean hung up. Meanwhile, across town, a phone was answered shortly after the seventh ring, and a girl hung up, a puzzled expression on her face.
Dean, yawning, poured himself a cup of coffee. The morning passed quickly, and soon, Dean had apparated to work. He appeared outside his office at the Ministry of Magic, he was the ball inspector for the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the Ministry of Magic. It was his job to inspect all of the bludgers and snitches before they were distributed, take any complaints or questions, and repair damaged balls. He hung his coat on the back of his chair, sank into his chair, and pulled his repairing box towards him. Inside were three bludgers and five snitches. He sighed and pulled one of the bludgers out. He put a charm on it to make it stay still for a bit so he could inspect it, and read the note of complaint. He laughed a bit. It was the usual; the ball simply followed the slowest person on the team. He performed a basic Randomizing charm and placed the ball in his distributing box, the mailperson would come by at the end of the day. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Dean had no idea that when he got home there would be an unexpected visitor waiting for him.
*~Well, that wasn't too much of a cliffhanger, as you could probably guess who it was, but is it really the girl from the soccer game? Or could it be someone else? Mwahaha, it could be either!~*