(Hey Alex, of course there's a sequal-otherwise the title wouldn't make sense! Thanks for the reviews-gimme more cause I love them-just as much as chocolate!)
...never change.
"Oh no, not him!" Rafe moaned when he watched his friend dash past him making a run for the player who had just flicked him off.
Danny wasn't the small 6th grader anymore challenging John from grade 8. On the contrary, he had grown tall and lanky but the other guy was the buff type.
They were playing against a team of fighter pilots, which had made all efforts to become the number ones on the base during their flight training.
Of course, Danny and Rafe didn't like it. In fact, the attituted those guys had, really pissed them off although it pretty much reflected their very own attitute of being the best and all. But for Danny and Rafe it was clear. They were allowed to have an attituted like that because they were the best. Then again Mitch and Frank thought the same of themselves.
So their mock fight, which had started about two weeks ago when the newbees had been transfered to Mitchell Airfield, continued and finally reached a certain peak at this game of football.
Rafe hadn't seen Danny run that fast for a long time. Ok, Mitch had the ball and was heading straight towards scoring but this wasn't really Danny's position. Too late he had dived for Mitches legs and sent him to the ground, where Mitch lost the ball.
Rafe grinned satisfiedly.
Mitch on the contrary wasn't so pleased. He stood up glaring at Danny, who was in fact a bit taller than him but by no means as packed with muscles.
Danny held his gaze until the bulky blonde guy pushed his own chest against Danny's and hissed through gritted teeth: "That was a mistake, flyboy!"
"Oh, I'm scared!" Danny mocked.
His oponent turned and stomped away to join his team.
For a moment Danny looked after him before he was joined by Rafe, who gave him a clap on the shoulder:" Good on ya!"
Danny grinned and nodded.
The game got more and more aggressive. Although it was meant to be a ‚friendship' game between the squadrons, the guys pushed and made nasty comments with occasional screaming contest breaking out.
Rafe was glad that Evelyn wasn't around to witness this spectacle of testosterone eruption. What would she think of him. And in fact, he wouldn't want to worry about this kind of thing right now. It was just the guys now and Rafe liked it!
Just then Red passed him the football, tearing him from his daydreams.
Rafe gripped it tightly and ran as fast as he could jumping and turning while Danny blocked a few attacks from the right. There, only 3 meters more! But right in his way stood wardrobe Mitch.
‚Damn it. It could have been a Touch down!' shot through rafe's head.
Right then Red and Danny jumped for Mitch, sent him to the ground accidentally pulling down his pants, which gave Rafe the opportunity to throw himself over them and really touch down.
An excited roar went threw the row of spectators.
"Yes!" Rafe screamed because he almost couldn't beleive it. He glanced at the 20 or so spectators, who looked not at him but at the sight of Mitch embarrassedly pulling up his pants.
Rafe couldn't help but laugh.
Mitch, on the contrary, didn't find it very funny. Now he was really pissed of. He reach out to grab Red and easily pushed him to the floor before he caught hold of Danny, who was also laughing. A hard blow into his face made him stop from one second to another.
While wild whisteling signalled that somebody was to sit outside soon, Rafe pushed Mitch from the back and also punched him in the face before the judge stormed in between them yelling on top of his head:" What the heck do you think you're doing here? Stop it, immediately. You two!" He motioned for Mitch and Rafe: "Get off the field. You're out!"
He stared at them making it unmisunderstandable that he meant it.
Rafe and Mitch held each others gaze nobody willing to walk of the field first.
While they continued staring, Danny helped Red to his feet and then gave Rafe a clap on the back and said in a low voice: "It`s alright, buddy."
Then he and Red walked over to the rest of the team.
Rafe and Mitch had been ordered to sit next to each other on the bench.
Rafe silently cooled his painfully swollen knuckles on a cool bottle of coke, while Mitch tried hard to hide the pain from his swollen lip.
While they watched the game go on, they both made nasty remarks like:
"You're gonna loose anyway. Can't fly, can't play football."
"Shut up!"
"You're telling me to shut up."
"Yes, you know why-because we're the f..ing best men here, not you loosers."
And so on and on.
Mitch's best buddy Frank didn't like it. He just didn't and because he wasn't a man of many words but deads, he gave Anthony, who had been talked into the game by Red, a bodycheck. He was such an easy target.
Anthony landed in the dirt and stayed there. Why had he even joined them on this ridiculous game? He really liked the guys and felt team spirit but being thrown around like this over some stupid argument was pointless in his eyes. He sighed as he watched Red being knocked down. At least Danny seemed to put up a fight. After all him and Rafe were the one's who had started this silly argument with the other squadron. Who cared who was best. They were all on the same side-or weren't they?
He got up and jogged over to collect the ball after the inevitable touch down.
Half a minute later Rafe jumped up from his seat because now it was their chance to score.
"Easy, pal. You don't wanna hurt yourself when you get all excited like that!" Mike remarked sarcastically.
Rafe tried to ignore him while he watched Red run for his life on the field.
He jumped and changed directions like a bunny.
Further ahead Rafe could see Danny running free to catch his pass.
Rafe was just about to shout that Red should pass to Danny when he did.
A second later Danny caught the ball, Rafe exclaimed: "Yes, goooo!" and Mike pulled him back onto his seat:
" Sit down!"
"Let go!"
Danny was running as if his butt was on fire. He wanted nothing more than to shut Mitch and his gang up.
He could already see it. Only 5 meters away...
When all of a sudden somebody grabbed his feet and completely made him spin around and dissapear in a heap of guys, who were all jumping on top of him, shouting and tearing the ball out of his hands while he still hit the ground. He heard an awkward ‚crack' just before pain shot from his twisted ankle up his leg.
"Oh shit."
Danny tried to get a glimpse of his foot. But he was flattened out on his back with two or three guys on top of him making him completely unable to move.
He closed his eyes for a second thinking that this shouldn't have happend not even in a ‚friendship' game as they called it. Closing his eyes didn't help the sickness that he started to fell, so he yelled:" Get off me."
This was when their more or less playful fight got a slightly more serious note.
They guys who now had the ball would have gotten off a second later anyway. They laughed and gave each other friendly claps.
Red had realized that Danny was not back on his feet yet but looking at his ankle.
He walked over and offered him a hand, which his friend took.
He carefully stood up, testing whether it would be alright to play on but as soon as he applied some weight, he almost sat back down.
" I think I need a break." he admitted although he really didn't want to.
Red got slightly nervous: "Whaatt d..do. you mean...br br break. We're nott done yyyet!"
Danny slowly limped off the field, mumbling:"Sorry.", where he was met by Rafe's concerned look.
Rafe always got this concerned, protective look on his face, when Danny had gotten into trouble.
His friend couldn't help but giggle at him:" It's not bad, I just need a quick time out. I think you have to go back in, right judge?" he looked up at the judge, who unwillingly nodded his approval.
"Go kick some butts!" Danny cheered as Rafe ran back onto the field.
Rafe took this sentence litterally. He managed to not only score a few important points but also undetectedly score a few good hits into bellies and jaws. How sweet was revenge?
Although the crowd was clearly on their side, they in the end lost the game.
While they walked off the field, Rafe pointed at Frank: "You may win down here but you know where you don't have the slightest chance against us?"
"And where would that be?"
With a cocky grin Rafe pointed towards the sky while Danny rolled his eyes at Rafe and joined their team for the deserved and much needed shower.
(I hope you don't mind that this one's a bit rough. After all they are guys! But just wait and see what I have in store for you!)
...never change.
"Oh no, not him!" Rafe moaned when he watched his friend dash past him making a run for the player who had just flicked him off.
Danny wasn't the small 6th grader anymore challenging John from grade 8. On the contrary, he had grown tall and lanky but the other guy was the buff type.
They were playing against a team of fighter pilots, which had made all efforts to become the number ones on the base during their flight training.
Of course, Danny and Rafe didn't like it. In fact, the attituted those guys had, really pissed them off although it pretty much reflected their very own attitute of being the best and all. But for Danny and Rafe it was clear. They were allowed to have an attituted like that because they were the best. Then again Mitch and Frank thought the same of themselves.
So their mock fight, which had started about two weeks ago when the newbees had been transfered to Mitchell Airfield, continued and finally reached a certain peak at this game of football.
Rafe hadn't seen Danny run that fast for a long time. Ok, Mitch had the ball and was heading straight towards scoring but this wasn't really Danny's position. Too late he had dived for Mitches legs and sent him to the ground, where Mitch lost the ball.
Rafe grinned satisfiedly.
Mitch on the contrary wasn't so pleased. He stood up glaring at Danny, who was in fact a bit taller than him but by no means as packed with muscles.
Danny held his gaze until the bulky blonde guy pushed his own chest against Danny's and hissed through gritted teeth: "That was a mistake, flyboy!"
"Oh, I'm scared!" Danny mocked.
His oponent turned and stomped away to join his team.
For a moment Danny looked after him before he was joined by Rafe, who gave him a clap on the shoulder:" Good on ya!"
Danny grinned and nodded.
The game got more and more aggressive. Although it was meant to be a ‚friendship' game between the squadrons, the guys pushed and made nasty comments with occasional screaming contest breaking out.
Rafe was glad that Evelyn wasn't around to witness this spectacle of testosterone eruption. What would she think of him. And in fact, he wouldn't want to worry about this kind of thing right now. It was just the guys now and Rafe liked it!
Just then Red passed him the football, tearing him from his daydreams.
Rafe gripped it tightly and ran as fast as he could jumping and turning while Danny blocked a few attacks from the right. There, only 3 meters more! But right in his way stood wardrobe Mitch.
‚Damn it. It could have been a Touch down!' shot through rafe's head.
Right then Red and Danny jumped for Mitch, sent him to the ground accidentally pulling down his pants, which gave Rafe the opportunity to throw himself over them and really touch down.
An excited roar went threw the row of spectators.
"Yes!" Rafe screamed because he almost couldn't beleive it. He glanced at the 20 or so spectators, who looked not at him but at the sight of Mitch embarrassedly pulling up his pants.
Rafe couldn't help but laugh.
Mitch, on the contrary, didn't find it very funny. Now he was really pissed of. He reach out to grab Red and easily pushed him to the floor before he caught hold of Danny, who was also laughing. A hard blow into his face made him stop from one second to another.
While wild whisteling signalled that somebody was to sit outside soon, Rafe pushed Mitch from the back and also punched him in the face before the judge stormed in between them yelling on top of his head:" What the heck do you think you're doing here? Stop it, immediately. You two!" He motioned for Mitch and Rafe: "Get off the field. You're out!"
He stared at them making it unmisunderstandable that he meant it.
Rafe and Mitch held each others gaze nobody willing to walk of the field first.
While they continued staring, Danny helped Red to his feet and then gave Rafe a clap on the back and said in a low voice: "It`s alright, buddy."
Then he and Red walked over to the rest of the team.
Rafe and Mitch had been ordered to sit next to each other on the bench.
Rafe silently cooled his painfully swollen knuckles on a cool bottle of coke, while Mitch tried hard to hide the pain from his swollen lip.
While they watched the game go on, they both made nasty remarks like:
"You're gonna loose anyway. Can't fly, can't play football."
"Shut up!"
"You're telling me to shut up."
"Yes, you know why-because we're the f..ing best men here, not you loosers."
And so on and on.
Mitch's best buddy Frank didn't like it. He just didn't and because he wasn't a man of many words but deads, he gave Anthony, who had been talked into the game by Red, a bodycheck. He was such an easy target.
Anthony landed in the dirt and stayed there. Why had he even joined them on this ridiculous game? He really liked the guys and felt team spirit but being thrown around like this over some stupid argument was pointless in his eyes. He sighed as he watched Red being knocked down. At least Danny seemed to put up a fight. After all him and Rafe were the one's who had started this silly argument with the other squadron. Who cared who was best. They were all on the same side-or weren't they?
He got up and jogged over to collect the ball after the inevitable touch down.
Half a minute later Rafe jumped up from his seat because now it was their chance to score.
"Easy, pal. You don't wanna hurt yourself when you get all excited like that!" Mike remarked sarcastically.
Rafe tried to ignore him while he watched Red run for his life on the field.
He jumped and changed directions like a bunny.
Further ahead Rafe could see Danny running free to catch his pass.
Rafe was just about to shout that Red should pass to Danny when he did.
A second later Danny caught the ball, Rafe exclaimed: "Yes, goooo!" and Mike pulled him back onto his seat:
" Sit down!"
"Let go!"
Danny was running as if his butt was on fire. He wanted nothing more than to shut Mitch and his gang up.
He could already see it. Only 5 meters away...
When all of a sudden somebody grabbed his feet and completely made him spin around and dissapear in a heap of guys, who were all jumping on top of him, shouting and tearing the ball out of his hands while he still hit the ground. He heard an awkward ‚crack' just before pain shot from his twisted ankle up his leg.
"Oh shit."
Danny tried to get a glimpse of his foot. But he was flattened out on his back with two or three guys on top of him making him completely unable to move.
He closed his eyes for a second thinking that this shouldn't have happend not even in a ‚friendship' game as they called it. Closing his eyes didn't help the sickness that he started to fell, so he yelled:" Get off me."
This was when their more or less playful fight got a slightly more serious note.
They guys who now had the ball would have gotten off a second later anyway. They laughed and gave each other friendly claps.
Red had realized that Danny was not back on his feet yet but looking at his ankle.
He walked over and offered him a hand, which his friend took.
He carefully stood up, testing whether it would be alright to play on but as soon as he applied some weight, he almost sat back down.
" I think I need a break." he admitted although he really didn't want to.
Red got slightly nervous: "Whaatt d..do. you mean...br br break. We're nott done yyyet!"
Danny slowly limped off the field, mumbling:"Sorry.", where he was met by Rafe's concerned look.
Rafe always got this concerned, protective look on his face, when Danny had gotten into trouble.
His friend couldn't help but giggle at him:" It's not bad, I just need a quick time out. I think you have to go back in, right judge?" he looked up at the judge, who unwillingly nodded his approval.
"Go kick some butts!" Danny cheered as Rafe ran back onto the field.
Rafe took this sentence litterally. He managed to not only score a few important points but also undetectedly score a few good hits into bellies and jaws. How sweet was revenge?
Although the crowd was clearly on their side, they in the end lost the game.
While they walked off the field, Rafe pointed at Frank: "You may win down here but you know where you don't have the slightest chance against us?"
"And where would that be?"
With a cocky grin Rafe pointed towards the sky while Danny rolled his eyes at Rafe and joined their team for the deserved and much needed shower.
(I hope you don't mind that this one's a bit rough. After all they are guys! But just wait and see what I have in store for you!)
