I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles – Part 3
Mickey shrugged, barely stifling a yawn. "He had a trial with Orient...turned them down, said it was too risky."
"Oh…" Smithy turned his head, looking back out over the field. "What's he do now?"
"Owns his own business...computer something...he's on 50 grand a year…"
Smithy nodded, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I'd swap 50 grand a year for a contract with Orient..." He said after a pause.
"So would I..."
"And I don't even like Orient..." Smithy frowned as the striker he'd been watching failed to score a goal. "...He has it all, gets 50 grand a month and gets to play at a place with floodlights..."
"Floodlights and a teabar." Mickey nodded, looking impressed. "I'd love to play at a place with a teabar!"
"What are you two talking about?" Charlie rubbed her arms to warm herself up, resting against Smithy's chest as he pulled her closer, wrapping his jacket around the pair of them. "S'sodding freezing."
Mickey shrugged, idly scratching the side of his head. "Football." He said, his voice monotone.
"That interesting, huh?" Charlie smirked, closing her eyes as she breathed in the scent of Smithy's aftershave, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Smithy dropped his hand to Charlie's back, watching the ball. "'Bout as crap as Gillingham."
"Oi!"
Smithy just smirked, kissing Charlie's forehead as he looked down. "You that bored?"
"Mmm…" Charlie smiled faintly, her eyes still closed.
"What happened to coming to a match with me?" Smithy smirked, his smirk increasing as Mickey glanced up, looking amused.
"You?" Mickey grinned. "Football?"
"Hey!" Charlie turned her head to look at Mickey, scowling. "I can do football…"
"And I can do ballet!" Mickey snorted.
"I dunno…" Charlie grinned, looking down. "You've got the legs for a tutu." She chuckled, digging Smithy's side gently as he snorted.
Mickey rolled his eyes and turned his head to look back out at the pitch. "Simple things, simple minds…"
"And bigger fools will watch." She grinned, turning her attention back to Smithy. "Does that mean you're taking me this weekend?" she asked, batting her eyes playfully.
"Now hang on a minute…" Smithy frowned lightly. "It's West Ham vers-"
"All the better to talk me." Charlie pouted softly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
"How come you're so adamant you want to go?" Mickey chuckled. "You'll hate it, Chaz."
"Nothing wrong in taking an interest." She shrugged, before beaming up at Smithy. "That's settled then!" She smiled, heading off in the direction of the teabar.
"Under the thumb already, mate!" Mickey laughed, attempting to look innocent as Smithy glared at him.
"I thought you said you'd look after me!" Charlie wrinkled her nose, glaring at the man stood next to her as he winked at her.
"You said you didn't need looking after!"
"I don't!" She scowled, grabbing his arm as she settled herself.
"You'll get used to it!"
"To being leered over?" Charlie said dryly, yelping as someone behind her pinched her bum. "Smithy! Stop laughing!"
Smithy wrapped his arm around her as they made their way to the stands, watching Charlie's eyes flit round, taking in the sights around her.
"Where're we going?" Charlie asked, her arm slipping around Smithy's back as she peered at the ticket in her hand.
"To find our seats. Doc Marten stand…"
"They named it after a shoe!" Charlie grinned, wondering if this meant football wasn't so bad after all….
Smithy just rolled his eyes and took her hand, leading her along to their seats behind him. Charlie looked around her, blinking as Smithy's scarf was pushed around her neck. "What's this?" she asked, picking at the ends of the claret coloured scarf.
"Might as well look the part..." Smithy smirked, looking amused as Charlie tied it around her midriff, resting her hands on her hips.
"Will I do?" She asked, smirking and rolling her eyes as Smithy's hand rested on her backside. "Pervert…"
"You could have worn my spare shirt."
"It buried me!" She protested. "And didn't suit my trousers." She looked up and rested her hand on his chest, stroking his stomach lightly. "And it looks much better on you…" she purred.
Smithy caught her hand and turned her to look at the ground. "They're training…"
Charlie's eyes widened as Anton Ferdinand bent over to stretch and glanced up, smirking. "I like football…"
Smithy followed her line of sight before rolling his eyes and looking down at her. "Now who's the pervert?"
Charlie just beamed and wrinkled her nose a little before clapping with the others as the teams finished warming up, at least trying to look like she knew what was happening.