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Chapter 5- Fun at the club

---Sydney's POV---

It was really good that I was at the red light otherwise we would've gotten into an accident. I turned my attention back to the road when I heard cars beginning to blow their horns. I smiled pushing down on the gas pedal as we drove away from the intersection.

"You know what? I don't think I can argue with that." I told him simply.

At the club

I parked my car and grabbed my bags, waiting for Sa, er, Julian to get out of the car. He closed the door softly, offering to help me with the bags.

"Sa- Julian, this is the 21st century, women can do things on their own now." I informed him, grabbing both of our bags as they fell to the floor. I hadn't excepted him to pack so much. Damn.

"You were saying?" Julian asked, picking up both bags with ease a smirk evident on his face.

"Whatever." I told him, playfully hitting him in the arm.

"Wow, Déjà vu." Julian commented, upon taking sight of the club. It was the same club Sark had made arrangements for me to meet and speak with him regarding my loyalty.

We walked on the sidewalk, surrounded by evenly cut, perfectly green grass. Mozart was playing from some hidden speaker box.

"What's the matter Sa- Julian? Can't keep up?" I joked as I watched Julian lag behind carrying the bags.

"Please," Julian shrugged it off. "I'm just admiring the view."

"You mean the fake ass plants and the perfectly trimmed grass?" I asked smiling.

"I was talking about you, but yeah, it could be for the plants too." Julian informed me.

An elderly lady walked past, holding a bulky bag and smiling at us. She stopped right in front of us, still smiling.

"What's up?" I asked, humoring her.

"I got new socks on!" the lady yelled, smiling as she walked away in her new socks.

I shrugged as I pushed open a 6 foot tall iron gate. I held it open as Julian trudged along. I closed it as we headed to the first game. It took a minutes to find a court of field that was empty, but eventually we found a soccer field that was empty.

"Ok, Julian, drop the stuff and grab the equipment you need. Yeah, you're going to be goalie and I'm going to be offense. You have to bl-" I started.

"I know what a goalie does. Although why I have to sit here and get hit by a ball is above me." Julian grumbled. "And I refuse to put on that embarrassing equipment."

"Ok, suit yourself." I told him, grabbing my shin guards. I took the ball to the middle of the field and began to kick it down to the goal Julian was blocking it. Once I was a few feet away I kicked the ball and watched it fly. It didn't go to far and only when it was too late did I realize where it was headed.

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. The ball sailed over to a bored Julian and hit him in the balls. Julian crumbled to the ground crying out, "Bloody hell" and some other words that were muffled by the ground.

When Julian had finally recovered he stood back up, covering his privates and asking me why I had done that.

"It was an accident. And if you had been wearing the proper equipment, that wouldn't have happened." I protested.

He crossed his arms. "Sure. Let's get this over."

I continued to attack him with the ball, calling them 'accidents' every single time .

"Can we play another game?" Julian questioned after an hour. I was going to counter with something about him being a quitter, but I shrugged it off and agreed.

"You can leave the soccer equipment here, people don't steal at this club." I informed him, grabbing what we'd need for miniature gulf.

"I'm not so sure about that. That old lady we passed on our way here seemed suspicious." Julian grumbled walking along with me. "Where are we going?"

"You are going to wait and you'll find out when we get there."

We walked past the perfectly cut grass, passing al kinds of fields and courts. The wind picked up sending a much needed breeze across the club. We continued to walk until we reached the miniature gulf place. We signed in and grabbed a few balls heading out for the course.

Julian became quiet as he concentrated on hitting the ball into an easy hole. With a delicate hit the ball rolled perfectly into the hole.

"Hole in one." Julian bragged, smiling.

"Please, who needs them?" I shrugged it off. I paused, getting into position as I concentrated on hitting the ball. I raised the club and brought it down with too much force. The ball rolled right over the hole. "How, how, that's not fair! The hole shrunk! It was supposed to go in." I complained.

Julian smiled as he watched me attempt to hit the ball in the hole 5 more times and failing horribly. Finally the ball was only maybe an inch from the hole, but despite my gentle swing the ball just rolled right over the hole. I complained again, as I walked over to the ball and finally hit it in the hole.

"Oh yeah, who rocks? I do baby!" I cheered myself on.

"You do realize that par for this hole is one?" Julian asked.

"So…" I started.

"So, it took you 15 hits to hit it in." Julian finished laughing as we walked to the next hole.

"So, I was just taking my time. Trying to hit in in from the best angle possible." I argued.

"Sure. Would you like me to show you how to hit the ball?" Julian volunteered.

"Ya right, so you can have me lose this game?" I asked.

"You're already losing, love" Julian corrected me.

"Please, I was just trying to boost your ego." I lied.

"Mm hmm" Julian mumbled, concentrating on the next hole. It was like this for 16 more holes.

"It's getting dark." I commented, staring up at the sky.

"Aww, is Sydney scared of the dark?" Julian joked.

"Shut up." I laughed, concentrating on hitting the ball. Once again it rolled right over the hole.

"You know, I thought people were supposed to get better with experience." Julian laughed.

"Oh yeah, you want a hole in one or two, you got it." I told him, picking the ball up and placing it a few yards from the hole. I figured that it would lose most of its momentum on it's way and would fall perfectly into the hole. Only this time I hit it with so much force, the ball was lifted off the ground and propelled into the bushes. Subconsciously I let go of the club and it went flying too. My hands flew up to my mouth. I started laughing.

"And that's what? The 20th ball you lost? 30th?" Julian joked.

"10th" I corrected him. "I'm not that bad."

"Oh yeah?" Julian asked, staring up at the sky. The clouds burst and rain drops began falling form the sky.

'Yeah well I can predict the weather so maybe I should be a meteorologist." I informed him.

"By using what? Common sense? Unlike you, most people have it already." Julian joked, before his face became slightly serious. "You know, you look really beautiful in the rain."

"Really?" I asked, walking up to him.

"Really." He lowered his face down to mine in a gentle kiss. "Plus you're wearing a white shirt so that makes it like 10 times better."

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