Yo, y'all! How goes it?

"American football," Patricia asked in a monotone.

"Yep," Eddie grinned, leaning against the wall next to the poster his girlfriend was staring at. "My dad wants me to participate in a sport. And since I don't like any of the sports you have teams for, he decided to start a football team."

"Who's going to be teaching this?"

"Some Arthur guy," Eddie shrugged.

"Arthur Mayor?" Patricia asked excitedly.

"Uh…I have no idea. Who cares?"

"That's Arthur Mayor," Patricia pointed behind Eddie. "The only Arthur on campus,"

Eddie turned to see a tall guy, probably in his mid-twenties, with shaggy blonde hair and green eyes walking down the hall.

"Good morning, Patricia," he greeted stopping in front of them. He was wearing black running shorts and a dark blue form fitting t-shirt, which showed off every muscle. A shiny silver whistle hung around his neck. The muscles in his upper arms flexed as he crossed his arms and smiled at the two teens. "Eddie, your father told me about you. You're the one who started the football team, right?" he held his hand out to the second blonde.

"You're American?" Eddie asked incredulously, shaking his hand.

"Yes, you are too, aren't you?" Arthur smirked.

"Of course," Eddie scoffed. "What are you staring at, Yacker?"

"I'm looking at two Eddies." She murmured.

"What?" the two said together.

"You both have blonde hair and green eyes, and you're American. You both play football and you both have that stupid smirk you give to anyone that's embarrassed; sometimes just to let it out."

The two looked at each other and then turned back to her. "I don't see it."

"Oh, come on, Arthur, you're a smarter version of Eddie and—"

"Excuse me?" Eddie cut her off, ignoring Arthur's soft chuckles.

"Sorry, that didn't come out right," she shook her head.

She didn't get a chance to finish her explanation when the bell rang, signaling next period. Arthur ran off to the gym with a quick goodbye and the two punks parted ways.

After the last period of the day, Patricia headed out to the school's sports field to watch football practice. On the field there were a good amount of guys trying out, about sixteen. There were other students scattered on the bleachers, divided by their groups. Patricia spotted her housemates, all but Eddie, Mick and Alfie, sitting on the bottom right corner and walked over to them, taking a seat next to Nina.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Alfie and Mick are trying out and we're supporting them, why are you here?" Amber smiled slyly.

"Arthur." Patricia replied simply.

Jerome snorted from behind her and she jabbed her elbow into his shin, smiling triumphantly when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

The boys that were trying out; which included Alfie and Mick, stood around Arthur while Eddie was off on the sidelines, obviously already on the team. Arthur proceeded to teach the boys, who didn't know how to, throw the football in a perfect spiral. Some were a natural while others, like Alfie, needed practice. Eddie went out onto the field every once and a while to give some pointers, but went to his seat after guy he was helping figured it out. They moved onto catching and running with the ball, and then working on memorizing the field. Mick caught on quickly and Alfie figured it out soon after him, while some of the students found it a little easier as well.

The boys soon stretched quickly and divided into teams of eight. Eddie and Alfie were on the red team while Mick was on the blue team. They all lined up after a quick huddle and Arthur blew his whistle, signaling the boys to start. Alfie hiked the ball to Eddie who hopped back a few steps as his teammates blocked the others. Evan Peterson started running to the end of the field and Eddie threw the ball across the field. Mick barely missed it as it fell into Evan's arms. He hugged it close to his chest and ran the rest of the length of the field, scoring a goal. Some of the teens cheered while the red team high-fived each other and the blue team sulked.

When the practice game was over, Patricia made her way to the right side of the field to talk to Eddie while the others talked with Alfie and Mick.

"Hey, Yacker, whadya think?" he smiled up at her from the bench. He took a quick swig from his water bottle and wiped his upper lip against his tight fitting, red t-shirt sleeve.

"Yeah, you did well; as did Alfie and Mick." she nodded plopping down next to her boyfriend.

"Thanks," he sighed.

"Good work, Eddie," Arthur complimented, walking up to them.

Eddie nodded his thanks and Patricia smiled up at him politely.

"Keep that up, and you'll be MVP before the season starts," he joked. He left a while later to talk to the other boys, leaving the two punks alone once again.

"Well, I'm going to congratulate Alfie and Mick on getting on the team." Patricia stood up.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Eddie stopped her, grabbing her hand before she could walk away.

"I don't think so…what?"

Eddie didn't answer. He let go of her hand and gripped her school uniform tie, pulling her down, kissing her quickly.

"That."

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#22: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. -Galatians 5:22-24

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