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write about them!
Jean loved soccer. She loved it so much, that's mostly all she would do and think about. She never cheated at soccer; she would never use her telekinetic abilities to cheat.
I could sit there for hours just watching her play. Watching her jog up and down the field after the ball was somehow amusing. Maybe I wasn't really obsessed with her soccer skills... just her beauty. Whoops? Did I say that?
Then, every week, I would drive her home in my sports car and listen to her talk about her practice. I already new what happened, but I would listen to her anyway. I liked to hear her voice. When ever I could, I would take my eyes off the road and smile at her lovingly. She would smile back and quickly continue her story.
Was I in love? I don't really know. But somehow I was fantasized by Jean whenever she moved talked, or did basically anything. I have been ever since we met when we were young. We've been best friends ever since, but somehow I think there's more to it then friendship. Oh, well what do I know?
"Thanks again Scott!" Jean said as she grabbed her stuff out of the back seat and exited the car.
I love you Jean, is what I wanted to say really badly. I almost said it too, but then I stopped myself. It would be kind of weird if I just blurted out something that was totally uncalled for.
"No problem, Jean" is what I said instead. She waved and I watched her run into the mansion. I sat there for what seemed like a few minutes and sighed, wondering what she would say if I told her I loved her.
"Hey, Slim! Earth to Slim!"
I snapped back to reality and turned around to see Logan leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. He looked annoyed as usual, as if he was calling my name before.
"What?!" I said quickly, but not aggressively so I wouldn't cause any trouble. Logan puffed out some smoke and smiled.
"It seems yer in love there, Slim." He arched an eyebrow and his grinned widened. I stared dumbfound at him for a second.
"What? Why would you say that?" I said defensively. I knew it was true, but I didn't want anyone to know or suspect that I was in love. Logan Chuckled.
"Because you've been sitting there for ten minutes, staring after her" he said bluntly. "It's obvious you're in love, buddy."
"It's not what you think!" I said quickly, jumping out of the car. "It's just I was... um... thinking of something, that's all. Something else!
Logan snorted and continued smoking. "Sure ya were, soccer boy."
I ignored him and ran inside. I stopped to think of what he said. Soccer boy? What did he mean about that?
******************************************************** Well there it is my fist fanfic! Please tell me how I did! And if you write Jott fanfics, tell me where I cin find them online! I LOVE JOTT!
Jean loved soccer. She loved it so much, that's mostly all she would do and think about. She never cheated at soccer; she would never use her telekinetic abilities to cheat.
I could sit there for hours just watching her play. Watching her jog up and down the field after the ball was somehow amusing. Maybe I wasn't really obsessed with her soccer skills... just her beauty. Whoops? Did I say that?
Then, every week, I would drive her home in my sports car and listen to her talk about her practice. I already new what happened, but I would listen to her anyway. I liked to hear her voice. When ever I could, I would take my eyes off the road and smile at her lovingly. She would smile back and quickly continue her story.
Was I in love? I don't really know. But somehow I was fantasized by Jean whenever she moved talked, or did basically anything. I have been ever since we met when we were young. We've been best friends ever since, but somehow I think there's more to it then friendship. Oh, well what do I know?
"Thanks again Scott!" Jean said as she grabbed her stuff out of the back seat and exited the car.
I love you Jean, is what I wanted to say really badly. I almost said it too, but then I stopped myself. It would be kind of weird if I just blurted out something that was totally uncalled for.
"No problem, Jean" is what I said instead. She waved and I watched her run into the mansion. I sat there for what seemed like a few minutes and sighed, wondering what she would say if I told her I loved her.
"Hey, Slim! Earth to Slim!"
I snapped back to reality and turned around to see Logan leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. He looked annoyed as usual, as if he was calling my name before.
"What?!" I said quickly, but not aggressively so I wouldn't cause any trouble. Logan puffed out some smoke and smiled.
"It seems yer in love there, Slim." He arched an eyebrow and his grinned widened. I stared dumbfound at him for a second.
"What? Why would you say that?" I said defensively. I knew it was true, but I didn't want anyone to know or suspect that I was in love. Logan Chuckled.
"Because you've been sitting there for ten minutes, staring after her" he said bluntly. "It's obvious you're in love, buddy."
"It's not what you think!" I said quickly, jumping out of the car. "It's just I was... um... thinking of something, that's all. Something else!
Logan snorted and continued smoking. "Sure ya were, soccer boy."
I ignored him and ran inside. I stopped to think of what he said. Soccer boy? What did he mean about that?
******************************************************** Well there it is my fist fanfic! Please tell me how I did! And if you write Jott fanfics, tell me where I cin find them online! I LOVE JOTT!