Okay so maybe I wasn't really "in love" with the guy, but I sure as hell was lusting after him. Now I know what your gonna say, 'Dude you're a guy and he's a guy.' Yeah, well I already figured that one out.
Ok, time to clue you in on some moot points. Before my family died I'd never really thought about anything sexual and I never had a girlfriend or anything. After my parents died I had no time. I still have no time. My life consists of going to school, going to practice, walking home (which really sucks after practice), and going to work. Oh, biggie – sleeping – man I've slept through entire days on the weekend.
Now the issue of my sexuality. Come on, it's the 21st century! I've never considered myself a homosexual and I still don't think I am. I've never found any of my teammates attractive...ewww that would be so very wrong. This is why I think I'm in love, because there is literally no one else, male or female, I've had this kind of reaction to. Love has no boundaries, right?
Now that we've got that cleared up let's get back to the story, shall we? Where was I...right, practice.
Our teams split up and took our consecutive sides of the field. Realizing what we had done, the coaches finally stopped fighting and started actually coaching.
Practice was a whole hell of a lot tougher than usual. Probably because our coach wanted to show off to the football coach that we could do anything the football team could do and then some.
After a half and hour of rigorous practice my coach called the soccer team to the side lines and we all sat down on the bench to watch the football team play a scrimmage game against each other. One thing I have to say about my school is that the sports teams really respect each other. Our team didn't talk or anything, we sat quietly and made an audience for the football team. Needless to say my eyes were glued to Mr. Captain.
I was surprised, to say the least, that he was not the quarterback; I always thought that the quarterback was the captain.
Well I don't know much about football, but the guy was defense, that's for sure. I mean he was pummeling anyone that even touched the ball. His opposing team didn't score any points and there was once instance where the quarterback threw the ball and not only did he block the pass, he caught the ball and ran like hell to the en-zone. His teammates couldn't keep up and he scored touchdown.
I think I know why he's the captain.
Ten minutes later me and the rest of the soccer team were on the field; the football team took our place on the sidelines. Our scrimmage started off fast. I immediately got the ball and ran down the field when loud a boom rang in my ears. That was the only warning I got before me and the rest of the people outside got pelted with rain.
Remember when I told you the coach wouldn't call practice, rain or shine? I wasn't kidding and it looked like the football coach was just as stubborn, because the football team kept right on watching while we kept right on playing. The game went on and in the last few minutes of play one of the defense player on my team kicked a high ball. It started to come down in my general direction so I prepared myself for a header. Unfortunately the guy defending me caught on to my elaborate scheming and positioned himself next to me. I closed my eyes just as the ball came down, a habit I really need to break, and waited for contact. Now I don't know how this next part happened - having your eyes closed tends to make you less knowledgeable of your surroundings - so just use the great expanse of imagination I know you have and try to bare with me.
Well if you hadn't guessed already I didn't make contact with the ball. My forehead did, however, have a nice imprint of the defender's cleat. Let me remind you - I have no idea how that happened. Either way I had spikes digging into my forehead and that just wasn't pleasant. Blood ran down my face; head wounds always tend to bleed a hell of a lot more than anything else, which really sucks. Of course we just kept on playing.
I long ago learned that I had this amazing ability. It wasn't a natural ability, it took a lot of practice to be able to do it, but I almost have it mastered. I can, and I'm not exaggerating in the least, stop my body from feeling pain. Okay, it doesn't last more than a few hours, but that's usually all I need. I've encountered some injuries while playing soccer and my little talent has come in real handy.
The point being I got over being kicked in the head and maneuvered the ball away from a stunned defender. Right before the coach blew the whistle to end the game I took a shot, giving my team the final point.
The football team got up and both teams stood in a huge clump in front of the coaches. The coaches lined us up, single file, along the sidelines. I wanted to scream. They were gonna make us run suicides the bastards. I was bleeding for Christ sakes! I might be able to make the pain go away, but blood loss is a whole other issue.
I wasn't about to argue with my coach so I stood in line with the other guys and prepared for take off. We were only about a foot apart and the football team had removed their helmets and padding. That's when I noticed that standing right next to me was Mr. Captain.
Great, just great.
There I was standing in the freezing rain, bleeding, tired as hell, and right next to the hottest thing since Tabasco sauce. Life doesn't give you lemons; it squeezes the juice into your fucking head wound!
Suddenly the whistle blew and I was sprinting across the field. By the third lap I wasn't surprised when half the guys started to lag; what did surprise me was that I was keeping pace with Mr. Captain. I knew he was quick and had a heck of a lot of endurance, I just didn't think I could match him. Guess all that running to school paid off. We ended up doing fifteen laps with me and Mr. Captain the first to finish.
As always, on the last lap, I sprinted forward, running as fast as I could, and slide across the muddy white line. I was on my butt and laughing my ass off when Mr. Captain came up beside my sprawled out self and gave me this look like I was crazy.
Okay so maybe I am a little crazy, but he didn't have to look at me like that! I just about died when I finally got a good look at him.
The guy was drenched and with all of his equipment off I could see exactly where his clothes clung to his body - his very well muscled body.
You know I'm starting to think that somebody up there is having way too much fun messing with my libido.
Him looking down on my pathetic ass wasn't doing much for my self-esteem so I hoisted my self up on my elbows and attempted to stand. Surprise, surprise, my feet slide out from under me and I fell flat on my ass. Smooth Duo, real smooth.
Guess what happened next? The smirks at me - smirks! If I could've gotten up I would've wiped that smirk off his thick, wet, kissable lips. Okay - this is going to be a major problem, not only have my hormones suddenly decided to show up and have me lust after a guy, but I live in Georgia. In case you didn't know Georgia is not the ideal place for budding homosexuals, and even worse for budding, teenage homosexuals. Not that I know if I'm gay or anything - I mean it's only this one guy, right? Damn it!
Anyway, as I was saying, he's standing there looking down at me with that 'I just saw you make an ass of yourself' expression and he offers me his hand.
Now I'm really confused. First the guy stands there silently mocking me and then he offers his hand? I must have lost more blood than I thought. I once again put myself in a 'what's the worse that could happen' frame of mind and took his hand.
The guy pulls me up like I'm nothing. I figured he was strong, but he basically lifted me entirely off the ground with one hand before setting me on my feet. That left me feeling...nice. I gave him an embarrassed thanks while he packed up his football gear and we ended up walking back to the locker room together
He was really quiet, which only added to my nervousness, so I started rambling. If you haven't noticed I tend to go on and on about pointless shit.
Somewhere in the walk to the locker room I introduced myself and learned his name was Heero.
It wasn't until we got to the locker room and my teammates started to ask if I was ok that I realized that my head was still bleeding. It was kinda weird though, because usually they don't make a fuse over injuries, so I got kinda worried. I couldn't see it and I sure as hell was about to touch it until I got home. I brushed them off with an, "I'm fine," and grabbed my clothes before walking off.
When I walked out of the front of the school I couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh. Have you ever watched that movie Frankenstein with the guy from Willy Wonka? Well there's a saying from there that I love, "It could be worse, it could be raining." Well guess what it was raining. Wait, no, it was pouring. Water was coming down in sheets and I was seriously considering sleeping at school.
'Suck it up Duo. You can do this,' I kept telling myself. I gathered up all the energy I could and started walking across the parking lot.
Somebody's really trying to test me, I just know it. I know they call it spring showers, but jeeze, the water was literally pelting me. It felt like a shit load of rocks were falling out of the sky. Ever few seconds it thundered and then lightening would light up the sky, making me jump. It was freezing and I cursed myself for not wearing long sleeves, let alone a jacket.
Yes, sometimes my life really sucked. I mean come on, already! Give a guy a break! I'm bleeding, cold, tired, and it's raining. You know what I needed? I needed a hug. It was one of those times where everything is going wrong and you just needed a hug. Mann, I haven't been hugged in years.
I had wrapped my arms around my self as a poor substitute when a black car pulls up next to me. The passenger window rolled down and I was surprised to see Mr. Captain, now known as Heero, looking at me from the driver's seat. He was smirking at me again – not cool, not cool at all. He nodded his head toward the passenger door and said in this deep, sexy, demanding voice, "Get in."
Who am I to argue with that?
A/N: Thanks so much! And I think I fixed the paragraph problem - if it's still an issue, let me know. I really appreciate your reviews, please continue to read and let me know if you like it or not. -Tyler-