First Practice

Lindsey's POV

It was our very first practice; coach was working us pretty hard, but not too hard.

"Johnson, that coast to coast stuff may work here, but it won't work with the teams we'll be playing. Next lineup!" that was Herb, he seemed pretty angry.

Liz and I weren't in the next lineup. We watched as O.C told Morrow to let him take the lineup. I watched in horror as O.C crashed right into Mac. They started fighting; Herb let them fight it out. Then he made them introduce themselves.

O.C's POV

I looked over at Lindsey and Elizabeth, my fighting Mac was foolish, but I felt better about 76 now. I saw Elizabeth crying silently, while Lindsey just looked horrified. I suddenly felt really bad about fighting, I had made Liz cry. I hated making girls cry. I didn't know what had made her cry. I decided to talk to Lindsey after practice.

"Hey Lindsey," I ran over to her after, once again seeing how beautiful she was.

"Hey O.C," she replied. She sounded pretty normal, so I decided to see what was wrong with her sister during practice.

"Why was your sister crying?" I asked her.

"Oh, I probably shouldn't tell you, she doesn't like people knowing," Lindsey said, avoiding my gaze.

"I won't tell her, I just need to know if I made her cry," I pleaded with Lindsey.

"Okay, I guess I would have to tell you eventually. When my sister and I were about twelve, our father started beating us when he would get drunk. My sister was beat worse than me, I got over it, but she never did. We don't live there anymore; we left two years ago, when we legally could. Fighting doesn't really bother me, but it brings back bad memories for her." She said.

I was stunned. I had expected something like, she hates fighting, but being beaten? I felt really guilty about fighting in front of them; I vowed silently to myself that I would never fight by them again.

"Oh," was all I could say I was so stunned.

"Yeah, but don't mention it to Liz, she doesn't like to talk about it. We don't like people to make a big deal about it. Can we not tell the rest of the team please?" she pleaded.

"Sure," O.C said.

"Thanks so much O.C," Lindsey sounded really grateful.

"Don't worry about it Linds, is it ok if I call you Linds?" I asked.

"Sure, I don't care," she said.

"Ok, thanks," I said.

"Bye O.C," she said

"Bye"

Elizabeth's POV

I hated myself for crying, but I couldn't help it. All the memories came rushing back from when Lindsey and I were beaten. I saw O.C looking at me and I did my best to hide the tears that threatened to fall again.

(After practice)

"Hey Liz,"

I turned around to see O.C running toward me.

"Hey," I said in reply.

"Look, I'm sorry for fighting in front of you; it was stupid of me to fight with Mac in the first place." O.C said in one breath.

"It's ok, did Lindsey tell you about our childhood?" I asked.

"Yeah, I had no idea," O.C replied.

"Well, I gotta go, are you coming to the bar tonight? A bunch of the guys are going." I said.

"Sure, I guess I'll go to the bar tonight," he answered.

"Great, bye O.C," I replied running off to find Lindsey.

"Bye," O.C shook his head, those two sure were a weird pair, but, oh well, they were really nice, and that's all that mattered.

Lindsey's POV

Elizabeth and I met a bunch of the guys at the bar. I stayed by O.C, but Liz went over and sat by Mark Johnson. She seemed to really like the guy. I was at the bar thinking about the team winning the gold medal, when O.C suddenly broke me out of my dream.

"Hey Linds, what do you think?" I had no idea what O.C was talking about.

"Sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention," I confessed.

Well, I was asking everyone if they thought we had a shot in hell of getting the Olympic gold metal. What do you think?" O.C explained.

"Oh, I think we can beat the Soviets if we train hard enough," I replied. "O.C, I'm bored, let's leave. I want to play scrabble."

Everyone laughed, at first, I didn't know why, but then, Silk explained it to me.

"O.C hates scrabble, it's his least favorite game."

"Oh, so let's have a scrabble tournament with teams. Me and Liz against whoever you can find," she said. She seemed very excited about scrabble.

"I'll go tell Liz to play," and with that she rushed off.

(Three hours later)

"We win by three hundred and fifty points!" Lindsey exclaimed.

"We beat you again!" Liz shouted. "We are the champions!"

"Shut up, you only beat us in three games," O.C argued. "We could have beaten you easily."

"Sure, whatever, now I'm tired, I am going to bed. Night!" and then Liz and I left, leaving the boys to clean up the board.

O.C's POV

I really love the way Lindsey is so perky. She always seems to be happy, even after I made her sister cry.

"I'm going to bed too, night guys," I said leaving Buzz, Silky, Coxie, and Rizzo in Rizzo's room.

"Night O.C, sweet dreams about Lindsey," Rizzo called.

"Night" I replied.

That night I went to bed thinking not only about Lindsey, but about her sister and Mark Johnson too.