~Northwest Park- Soccer Field~
"Break!" The ref called.
Darien wiped his forehead. This was the last college football (soccer to us Americans!) game of the season. Just a month before the end of school, and whoever won this game, won national championships. He headed over to where his team was on the bench.
"Man, that Stratford College is tough!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Yeah, but Alsen College is tougher, right, guys?" Darien yelled.
"Yeah!" All the guys agreed.
"Look at those clouds. I heard there was supposed to be a thunderstorm today right about now." Greg commented, looking up at the thunderhead that was building up in the north. "Looks like it's going to be one of our northern gales."
"Hopefully, the game will be over by then." Darien said, chugging a bottle of water. "If not, I'm prepared to play in a thunderstorm!"
Chad snorted. "You can play any sport in any weather, Dare! Football, cricket, rugby, track, American football, heck, you've even raced an airplane! It's us normal guys I'm worried about. Unlike you, we wouldn't be able to survive being struck by lightning."
"Ya know, I've never been struck by lightning."
"Whatever. I just want to finish this game soon. I do not want to play in the mud ever again."
Just then lightning forked down from the sky. A few seconds later, a huge thunderclap sounded.
"Aaah!"
"CHAD!" Chad had jumped into Greg's arms.
"WHAT! I was scared, ok? Sorry! Oomph! Hey! You didn't have to drop me!" Chad stood up and dusted himself off.
"Break over!" The ref called.
"C'mon guys, lets go out there!" Darien shouted, confident he would lead his team to victory.
~~~~~~~1 Hour Later~~~~~~~
"They were tough." Chad said as the guys walked back home in the rain. They were way too dirty to use their cars.
"We were better." Darien said.
"Yeah, and when we get all this mud off of us, our skin will be lily soft, if all that crap about mud making your skin soft is true!" Andrew commented.
"Hey Andrew, with all that mud you've got covering your butt, I'll bet your it'll will be as soft as pudding tomorrow! You'll sure get all the girls then, won't you?" Greg teased.
Andrew growled as he grabbed Greg in a headlock. They both slipped in the mud and tumbled t the ground, Greg still pinned under Andrew's arm. In the meantime, they all had arrived at the apartment building they all lived in, and Darien was checking the mail.
"Hey guys! Look, look! Andrew, let go of Greg and get over here!" Darien shouted excitedly.
"What is it?" Greg asked, getting up and massaging his neck.
"Remember that contest I entered for the trip around the world? Well, I won!" Darien did a victory dance in the mud puddles.
"Let me see that!" Andrew snatched the letter out of Darien's hand. "Ha! You only won first place!"
"Whatever. We get a tour around Europe!"
"I'm not so sure I want to." Greg said.
"Me either." Said Ken.
"How can you not want to come?" Darien asked.
"Dare, let's wait until we get inside and get cleaned up." Andrew said as he headed up the stairs.
"Fine." Darien sighed.
~Pemberly Flats- Darien's Apartment~
"C'mon, Greg, it'll be fun!"
"No."
"You know you need to get out more. You even wouldn't know the meaning of fun if you hadn't practically memorized the dictionary!"
"No."
"You know you want to…"
"No."
"I know you want to, too…"
"No."
"We both know you want to…"
"Fine."
"I give up! Andrew, you try to- what did you say?"
"Fine."
"YES! Alright!"
"Shut up, I'm studying."
"Aww, you study too much. Ok, that's three down and two to go. Oh, Kenny!"
"Don't call me that."
"Are you coming?"
"No."
"I won't call you Kenny if you come!"
"Fine."
"So you're coming, right?"
"Yep."
"Alright, that's four down and one to go. Chad?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"Yeah, I wanna go."
"ALRIGHT! That's it, we're set! Europe, here we come!"
"SHUT UP, DARIEN!"
