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"Do you want to play a game of soccer?" "I don't know the rules.Can I make them up?" "What did you have in mind?"
Four:
The term was over. I don't think anyone-including myself-had anything else on their minds. Well, I guess that isn't really true. Dean is sitting on his bed yelling at a letter from his mum, because she told him that his favorite soccer team had lost its four best players and were now lagging in the league. He gets touchy about his stupid Muggle sport. I told him this once, and he threw my Quidditch book out the window.
I decided I was tired of this dull silence sometime before the last class ended. It was now an hour past dinner, and I was still bored. I was ready for anything exciting by now; I was being stupid, I knew, but I threw my pillow at Dean. I received a nasty stare from him. "What do you want?" he asked me. I'm sure that had I been any closer he would have killed me with the venom in his voice.
"I'm bored, Dean." I whined. He gave me one of those looks asking just why he should care whether or not I was bored. My lips curled up slightly at the idea. Dean was my best friend; there was no way he didn't care about me. I was sure of it.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked me calmly; I figured he'd be angry with me, but I suppose he wanted a distraction from his terrible news. I actually hadn't thought that far. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do at all. He guessed as much because he quickly pulled on his sneakers that he wore during the breaks at school. He stood up and smiled at me widely, "Do you want to play a game of soccer?"
I looked at him in amazement as he enlarged a rubber soccer key chain that was hanging on his bedpost. Did he seriously think I knew soccer? "I don't know the rules." but then a thought occurred to me, "Can I make them up?"
He gave me a weird look I couldn't read. "What did you have in mind?"
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I ran at Dean, kicking the ball just the way he had explained it. He was standing in front of his goal ready for me to kick the ball past him. But he must have forgotten that I made up the rules and we were not playing his Muggle sport anymore. I got close to the goal and kicked the ball blindly towards the goal. He saw the sloppy shot and turned to stop it, but I wasn't about to let that happen. I jumped at him and tripped him so he would fall on the ground. Problem is, Dean isn't to fond of being one upped, so I shouldn't have been surprised that he grabbed my arm on his way down.
We hit the ground hard; actually, I should say that he hit the ground hard. I fell on top of him and barely felt a thing. I couldn't help but laugh at him, his hair was utterly messed and he had dirt on his face. We had been outside for a good hour and curfew was in less than half of this one. But even in the darkness of a cloudy night, I was sure I saw a movement in the distance. I looked more directly in the direction I thought the movement had come from.
I didn't see anything there, so I looked back at Dean. He shifted a little to move his hand. I realized I was quite on top of him still and blushed. I moved off him and helped him up with a hand. When he got up fully I brushed the dirt off his face. A moment of awkward silence stretched between us. I went to let go of his hand to get the ball but he pulled me back. "Seamus, I-I had a lot of fun tonight. Just so you know."
I smiled at him. "So did I." Somewhere in the pit of my stomach I felt warm as he dropped my hand to get the ball. I knew something was different now. And that thought didn't bother me in the least.
~fini~
"Do you want to play a game of soccer?" "I don't know the rules.Can I make them up?" "What did you have in mind?"
Four:
The term was over. I don't think anyone-including myself-had anything else on their minds. Well, I guess that isn't really true. Dean is sitting on his bed yelling at a letter from his mum, because she told him that his favorite soccer team had lost its four best players and were now lagging in the league. He gets touchy about his stupid Muggle sport. I told him this once, and he threw my Quidditch book out the window.
I decided I was tired of this dull silence sometime before the last class ended. It was now an hour past dinner, and I was still bored. I was ready for anything exciting by now; I was being stupid, I knew, but I threw my pillow at Dean. I received a nasty stare from him. "What do you want?" he asked me. I'm sure that had I been any closer he would have killed me with the venom in his voice.
"I'm bored, Dean." I whined. He gave me one of those looks asking just why he should care whether or not I was bored. My lips curled up slightly at the idea. Dean was my best friend; there was no way he didn't care about me. I was sure of it.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked me calmly; I figured he'd be angry with me, but I suppose he wanted a distraction from his terrible news. I actually hadn't thought that far. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do at all. He guessed as much because he quickly pulled on his sneakers that he wore during the breaks at school. He stood up and smiled at me widely, "Do you want to play a game of soccer?"
I looked at him in amazement as he enlarged a rubber soccer key chain that was hanging on his bedpost. Did he seriously think I knew soccer? "I don't know the rules." but then a thought occurred to me, "Can I make them up?"
He gave me a weird look I couldn't read. "What did you have in mind?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
I ran at Dean, kicking the ball just the way he had explained it. He was standing in front of his goal ready for me to kick the ball past him. But he must have forgotten that I made up the rules and we were not playing his Muggle sport anymore. I got close to the goal and kicked the ball blindly towards the goal. He saw the sloppy shot and turned to stop it, but I wasn't about to let that happen. I jumped at him and tripped him so he would fall on the ground. Problem is, Dean isn't to fond of being one upped, so I shouldn't have been surprised that he grabbed my arm on his way down.
We hit the ground hard; actually, I should say that he hit the ground hard. I fell on top of him and barely felt a thing. I couldn't help but laugh at him, his hair was utterly messed and he had dirt on his face. We had been outside for a good hour and curfew was in less than half of this one. But even in the darkness of a cloudy night, I was sure I saw a movement in the distance. I looked more directly in the direction I thought the movement had come from.
I didn't see anything there, so I looked back at Dean. He shifted a little to move his hand. I realized I was quite on top of him still and blushed. I moved off him and helped him up with a hand. When he got up fully I brushed the dirt off his face. A moment of awkward silence stretched between us. I went to let go of his hand to get the ball but he pulled me back. "Seamus, I-I had a lot of fun tonight. Just so you know."
I smiled at him. "So did I." Somewhere in the pit of my stomach I felt warm as he dropped my hand to get the ball. I knew something was different now. And that thought didn't bother me in the least.
~fini~