"Was Legolas in on it?" I asked.
"Yes," said Peter, an evil smile on his face.
"Damn you, damn both of you." I said. I let Peter shut his door and got into my own midnight blue VW bug and drove home. As I stepped in the door, I heard Peter's laugh ringing throughout the flat. As I set my keys done of the counter with a disgruntled 'clink,' Legolas grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the living room.
"I had no idea you would be so upset - I never would have followed Peter, never done what he asked of me," said Legolas, worry swimming in his eyes. He looked so sweet, so concerned. Legolas let go of my arm.
"No worries," I replied. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not even really mad at Peter. It was kind of funny once you think about it." Legolas smiled, relief coming across his face. I punched him in the shoulder and went into my room. I laid down on the bed and just looked at the ceiling, my hands behind my head. It surprised me when I felt the bed bounce next to me.
"Admiring the ceiling?" asked Legolas, looking at me. I laughed.
"Ya.sorta." I answered.
"Or thinking perhaps?" he asked.
"Ya, thinking," I answered. I wasn't about to tell him that I was thinking about him and how much I'd like to -
"Aye, well, I am worried," said Legolas.
"About what?" I asked.
"Football," he answered. "My first game is two days from now, I know not a soul on the team, and to speak the truth, I do not even know how good I am."
"Legolas." I said, getting up and facing him, taking his hands in mine. "First of all, two days is plenty of time to meet everyone on the team and I know they'll love you. Second, you are fabulous. Just trust me on that one. Ok, would you be more comfortable if I drove you to practice, not Peter?"
"Aye," said Legolas, smiling.
"And may I come to your game Wednesday?" I asked.
"But of course," he answered. I let go of Legolas' hands, but he took it as an opportunity to pull me next to him, putting his arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head on his shoulder and before I knew it, his chin was resting on my head.
"Personal moment, or may I intrude?" asked Peter. Legolas and I both jumped at his voice. He had come in silently.
"As you wish," answered Legolas, relinquishing me, although somewhat reluctantly, which completely took me by surprise.
"I have to get Legolas to practice," said Peter.
"Oh.well, we've decided that I'm going to drive him instead," I replied.
"Heh, that's fine with me," said Peter. I got off the bed and went into the kitchen, picking up my keys. Legolas got his bag and we were off. When we got to the field, not a word having been spoken the entire time in the car, I could plainly see that Legolas was nervous. We got out of the car and walked to the locker room door, which was surrounded by a bunch of men, Legolas' soon-to-be teammates.
"Syd!" said Michael O'Rwinger, a tall Irishman with flaming red hair and freckles to match. "Why are you here? I thought you left when Peter had to quit!" I stepped aside to reveal Legolas.
"Another one?" asked Evan Dohin, a Scotsman with choppy brown locks and steel blue eyes.
"We could use a good one," added Rahir Abdullah, a short East Indian man who played Goalie. "Ever since Peter left, we've been.horrid."
"I think I have the answer," I said. I slipped my hand into Legolas' and pulled him in front of me, from where he had been hiding behind me the entire time, to shy to show himself. There were a couple of impressed "ooh" or "that'll do." "This is Lex Brahm, a very good friend of mine. He's going to play with you guys. I think he's just what you need." Michael shook his hand; Rahir clapped him on the back.
Evan surveyed him and said, "Welcome to the team. We're glad to have you." Just then, Adam, the team captain, walked up and unlocked the locker room door. The men went in, but I held Legolas back with me.
"Sydney," said Adam. "How wonderful to see you!" He embraced me tightly. I returned the gesture. He had been quite taken with me when Peter was still on the team. He had the habit of sitting by me at practices when he wasn't actually playing. I pulled away.
"Adam, Lex Brahm. Lex, Adam," I said.
Adam shook Legolas' hand and said, "Peter called me and told me that you had a lot of potential."
"He does," I said.
"Well then, get into that locker room, change, and let's see it," replied Adam. Legolas Legolas went through the door and shut it behind him. I heard shouts and something hit the ground with a sound "whomp," most likely Legolas. They had taken to him. How wonderful. I couldn't help but laugh.
"They seem to like him," said Adam. "And you seem to also." He studied my face.
"No," I said. "We're just good friends."
"Good friends make better lovers," replied Adam. I blushed. He put his hand on my shoulder. "It's alright. Does Peter know?"
"No one does. Please don't tell anyone," I begged.
"Never," answered Adam.
"Thank you," I said. I looked up to him and we held a gaze for a couple of seconds.
"I'm sure he'll be a great addition to the team," said Adam after the silence. "Well, I better get in there and make sure they haven't broken his leg yet." I laughed.
"You do that," I said. "If you don't mind, I'll watch the practice."
"And if you don't mind, I'll sit by you," replied Adam.
"I don't mind at all," I answered and smiled. Adam went into the locker room and closed the door behind him.
"Yes," said Peter, an evil smile on his face.
"Damn you, damn both of you." I said. I let Peter shut his door and got into my own midnight blue VW bug and drove home. As I stepped in the door, I heard Peter's laugh ringing throughout the flat. As I set my keys done of the counter with a disgruntled 'clink,' Legolas grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the living room.
"I had no idea you would be so upset - I never would have followed Peter, never done what he asked of me," said Legolas, worry swimming in his eyes. He looked so sweet, so concerned. Legolas let go of my arm.
"No worries," I replied. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not even really mad at Peter. It was kind of funny once you think about it." Legolas smiled, relief coming across his face. I punched him in the shoulder and went into my room. I laid down on the bed and just looked at the ceiling, my hands behind my head. It surprised me when I felt the bed bounce next to me.
"Admiring the ceiling?" asked Legolas, looking at me. I laughed.
"Ya.sorta." I answered.
"Or thinking perhaps?" he asked.
"Ya, thinking," I answered. I wasn't about to tell him that I was thinking about him and how much I'd like to -
"Aye, well, I am worried," said Legolas.
"About what?" I asked.
"Football," he answered. "My first game is two days from now, I know not a soul on the team, and to speak the truth, I do not even know how good I am."
"Legolas." I said, getting up and facing him, taking his hands in mine. "First of all, two days is plenty of time to meet everyone on the team and I know they'll love you. Second, you are fabulous. Just trust me on that one. Ok, would you be more comfortable if I drove you to practice, not Peter?"
"Aye," said Legolas, smiling.
"And may I come to your game Wednesday?" I asked.
"But of course," he answered. I let go of Legolas' hands, but he took it as an opportunity to pull me next to him, putting his arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head on his shoulder and before I knew it, his chin was resting on my head.
"Personal moment, or may I intrude?" asked Peter. Legolas and I both jumped at his voice. He had come in silently.
"As you wish," answered Legolas, relinquishing me, although somewhat reluctantly, which completely took me by surprise.
"I have to get Legolas to practice," said Peter.
"Oh.well, we've decided that I'm going to drive him instead," I replied.
"Heh, that's fine with me," said Peter. I got off the bed and went into the kitchen, picking up my keys. Legolas got his bag and we were off. When we got to the field, not a word having been spoken the entire time in the car, I could plainly see that Legolas was nervous. We got out of the car and walked to the locker room door, which was surrounded by a bunch of men, Legolas' soon-to-be teammates.
"Syd!" said Michael O'Rwinger, a tall Irishman with flaming red hair and freckles to match. "Why are you here? I thought you left when Peter had to quit!" I stepped aside to reveal Legolas.
"Another one?" asked Evan Dohin, a Scotsman with choppy brown locks and steel blue eyes.
"We could use a good one," added Rahir Abdullah, a short East Indian man who played Goalie. "Ever since Peter left, we've been.horrid."
"I think I have the answer," I said. I slipped my hand into Legolas' and pulled him in front of me, from where he had been hiding behind me the entire time, to shy to show himself. There were a couple of impressed "ooh" or "that'll do." "This is Lex Brahm, a very good friend of mine. He's going to play with you guys. I think he's just what you need." Michael shook his hand; Rahir clapped him on the back.
Evan surveyed him and said, "Welcome to the team. We're glad to have you." Just then, Adam, the team captain, walked up and unlocked the locker room door. The men went in, but I held Legolas back with me.
"Sydney," said Adam. "How wonderful to see you!" He embraced me tightly. I returned the gesture. He had been quite taken with me when Peter was still on the team. He had the habit of sitting by me at practices when he wasn't actually playing. I pulled away.
"Adam, Lex Brahm. Lex, Adam," I said.
Adam shook Legolas' hand and said, "Peter called me and told me that you had a lot of potential."
"He does," I said.
"Well then, get into that locker room, change, and let's see it," replied Adam. Legolas Legolas went through the door and shut it behind him. I heard shouts and something hit the ground with a sound "whomp," most likely Legolas. They had taken to him. How wonderful. I couldn't help but laugh.
"They seem to like him," said Adam. "And you seem to also." He studied my face.
"No," I said. "We're just good friends."
"Good friends make better lovers," replied Adam. I blushed. He put his hand on my shoulder. "It's alright. Does Peter know?"
"No one does. Please don't tell anyone," I begged.
"Never," answered Adam.
"Thank you," I said. I looked up to him and we held a gaze for a couple of seconds.
"I'm sure he'll be a great addition to the team," said Adam after the silence. "Well, I better get in there and make sure they haven't broken his leg yet." I laughed.
"You do that," I said. "If you don't mind, I'll watch the practice."
"And if you don't mind, I'll sit by you," replied Adam.
"I don't mind at all," I answered and smiled. Adam went into the locker room and closed the door behind him.