It Was All a Dream
AN/ Since I have received 2 reviews for this story that means I must definitely update now! Hehe! Thank you so much for your reviews and with every review I will write more!
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Bry
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Chapter 2
Mud, Sweat, and Pondering
Bobby Drake artfully maneuvered the black and white soccer ball across the home field of the Clarks Valley Conquers. He dodged around his teammates, who were trying to steal the ball away from in a scrimmage match. His coach yelled orders from the side lines. When Bobby was a foot away the field goal, he passed the ball to one of his teammates instead of going for the goal. Seconds after the play, Bobby tripped over a defenseman's foot and went sailing into the mud.
Coach Kennedy blew the whistle as every one gathered around their fallen captain. After a moment, Bobby pushed himself off the ground and grinned at the crowd. He causally wiped the mud out of his eyes and turned to his coach and said, "What's next?"
Kennedy's face relaxed when he saw his star player was uninjured but he still had some malice in his voice. "O'Brien that would have been a foul if this was a real game. Watch your feet boy! Everybody hit the showers."
Steve O'Brien offered the senior his hand and Bobby stood up tall. His 6 foot frame toward the sophomore's but Steve did not seem intimated. "Sorry man."
Bobby wiped the excess mud from his face and turned the boy. "No problem, mistakes happen." He started to chuckle. "I remember when I was a freshman; I tripped the star defenseman Peter Rasputin during a game. Boy, I got a beating for that one!"
Steve gave Bobby an uneasy smile and Bobby laughed harder as he approached the locker room door. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't even a real match!"
Both boys entered the locker room and separated as they went to their respective lockers. Bobby started to shake his head as he spun with his locker combination. The senior boy next to Bobby stared at him with astonishment. "How could you be so calm about what that little twerp did? I mean, he made you look like an ass in front of the whole team."
"Jeff my man, you have to let things slide. If you don't then you really look like an ass." Bobby said calmly. He pulled out his towel and quickly stripped out of his mud covered clothes and wrapped the towel around his waist. He headed towards the showers and stepped under the spray. The hot water cleared his head, and his mind began to wander as he covered his short blonde hair with shampoo.
"I don't want to hurt you, Bobby." Rogue stepped away from him as she toyed with her newly acquired glove.
"You won't hurt me." Bobby bent down and kissed her quickly on the lips. After dating her for those long 4 months, Bobby felt elated to finally feel her skin against his. He broke the kiss and the four walls of his old room seemed to fly at him.
Rogue exhaled, a thin stream of cold air flew from her lips. She turned her head up and stared at him with her big emerald eyes. She then reached up and covered his lips with hers again. They clung in each others arms until Bobby felt a slight pain run through his brain. Even though he tried to let go, his lips seemed to be stuck to Rogue's.
He gasped in relief as Rogue pulled herself from his body. The physical pain began to fade, but the pain of the expression on his Marie's face hurt even more.
"I'm sorry." She said, her eyes filled with tears.
He tried to calm his voice but as he told her he was fine, he started panting as if he ran 100 miles. He started to walk away but the ceiling broke from above spilling a freezing cold liquid onto his head. He spun to look at Rogue but she disappeared.
"Damn it. D…"
"amn it." Bobby cursed as the cold water replaced the hot. He cranked the knob off and continued to pant. He wrapped himself back in his towel and walked into the empty locker room. The little side trip he had taken had lasted over 20 minutes. Bobby sat on the bench and placed his head in his hands. For as long as he could remember he kept having these mutant dreams. But instead of only happening at night, he found himself leaving reality more often than not.
He quickly got dressed into his street clothes and tried to forget the newest installment of the X-Men dreams. He walked outside of the building and was shocked to find Steve O'Brien to be standing at the curb.
"Yo Steve! Do you need a ride?"
Steve turned to him and grinned. "If you could spare one. My space cadet of a sister apparently forgot all about me."
Bobby frowned at the mention of Marie O'Brien. His classmate rarely ever spoke to him in real life but ever since she started to take a predominate role in his dreams, he felt himself shying farther away from her.
"Senior year could make anyone turn spacey!" Bobby remarked.
He motioned the sophomore to follow him and the both climbed into his Honda SUV. He started some small talk with his teammate and barely paid attention. The Rogue from his dreams kept flashing in front of his eyes and he almost ran a red light in the middle of a distraction.
"Bobby are you ok?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, I am fine. I just am getting stressed about college admissions."
Steve laughed. "Marie is just the same. Man I am already dreading senior year."
"Nah, It is great. Just be sure not to have any distractions." He pulled up behind a green Beatle in the O'Brien driveway. "I will see you at practice man."
Steve said goodbye but Bobby was in his own world. Exiting from her car was Marie. His Marie.
She gave him a funny look and Bobby just shook his head out of his daze. He reversed his car and got out of there as quickly as possible. Back on the road he contemplated what he could do. He sighed. As of now all he had to do was keep on avoiding Marie.
AN/ Quick chapter from school today. Slightly short but well enough I suppose. If you want me to continue review! And since you are all the way down here click that little purple button. You know you want to.
Bry
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