I'm back with the first chapter of my new story! Man I come up with these fast! I'm already planning another one after this. I think it will be another one-shot. Be looking for that after I finish this story, but it's a little soon to be talking about it. It's still in the early planning stages, and I haven't even finished writing this story yet! I'm in the middle of writing chapter three. So as you can see, I still have a little ways to go. I think this story will have… five chapters. That's just what I'm thinking right now. I know, not very long, but if anything else pops up it may be longer. But for right now, let's just go with five. Anyway I've talked enough, on with these consecutive sequences of words we call a story!

Just One Of The Guys

Chapter 1

"Alvin, what are we going to do?" Alvin's best friend, Thomas, asked desperately.

"I don't know." Alvin answered as he walked into the boys locker room.

Thomas continued as he followed. "The Laws of the Game state that we have to have a minimum of seven players, and we only have six." He pointed out.

"I know." Alvin said pulling out his soccer clothes, and began changing.

"So, what are we going to do?" Thomas asked again.

"I don't know!" Alvin said getting irritated. If one more person asks me about this lack of players situation, I'll explode! He thought putting on his practice jersey.

Simon walked into the locker room carrying his handy dandy clipboard. "Alvin, what are we going to do about this lack of players situation?"

That was it. "I DON'T KNOW! Jeez, I don't have all the answers! Can't you people do anything for yourselves?" Alvin snapped on everyone in the locker room. Even the ones who were in the corners minding their own business.

Thomas, Simon, and the other players stared in confusion, and slight fear. "Jeez, Alvin. What has you all steamed?" Thomas asked. Alvin shook his head and continued changing. "What? Did Eleanor finally come to her senses and dump you?" He continued with a laugh, but stopped once he noticed Alvin's glare. "looks like I struck a nerve there." Thomas said moving to the safe haven of the other side of the locker room.

"Speaking of Eleanor," Simon started sitting next to Alvin. "Why don't we put her on the soccer team?" He suggested.

"No." Alvin responded getting up from his seat.

"But-"

"Nope." Alvin interrupted and continued leaving.

"We co-"

"No way." Alvin kept walking.

"She's-"

"Not getting on this soccer team. Thank you for helping me prove my point." Alvin finished Simon's sentence and finally left the locker room.

"Now what?" Thomas asked Simon.

Simon sighed. "We'll just have to see who tries out today." He said with a shrug and followed his brother to the field. Everyone else followed his lead, and with a shrug, went to the soccer field.

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"Whose next, Simon?" Alvin asked laying on the ground in exhaustion. Not from playing, but from watching so many terrible try-outs.

Simon sighed as he checked the list on his clipboard (his handy dandy clipboard). "Elliot." Simon called.

An unusually not tall, blonde boy, wearing sunglasses, and a green hooded sweater stepped onto the field. "I'm Elliot."

Simon eyed the boy and then looked back down at his clipboard. "There's no last name here." He pointed out.

"So?" He eyed Simon back.

Simon blinked in response, for there was no other response but that. "Do you even go to this school?" Simon asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, I've never seen you around." A voice added. Elliot looked around for the owner of the voice. "Down here." Alvin pointed out raising his arm in the air.

"Oh," Elliot said looking down and finally seeing him. "I've been around. I'm not in any of your classes or anything. I actually just transferred here this semester from North Carolina. Go Tarheels!" Elliot explained in sort of a rush.

Simon caught on to this feeling and continued to eye him. Elliot eyed him right back. "Okay, Elliot, get on the field. Let's see what you can do." Alvin said rising to his feet and tossing the ball out into the field. Elliot jumped in surprise but, as if it were a natural reaction for him, he went after it. After awhile, Alvin sent some of his best guys after Elliot.

Elliot rushed passed them all and headed towards the goal. They were all dazed for about two seconds, before finally going after him. They would attempt to block and steal, but all of their attempts were to no avail. Elliot would duck, slide, and out-run them every time, thereby resulting in him scaring every time.

Alvin had finally seen enough and called off his guys (which really didn't matter, because they had all collapsed from weariness). Alvin stepped over his fallen teammates and approached Elliot. "You're really good." He complemented.

Elliot smiled as he bent over and tried to catch his breath. "I should be. You sent guy after guy out here to get me." He halved joked.

"It's standard tryout procedure." Alvin explained.

Elliot looked up. "You didn't do that to the other guys." He pointed out.

"That's because the other guys didn't make it past the first player." Alvin said truthfully.

Elliot paused. "True." He agreed finally catching his breath and sitting up. "So am I on the team?" Elliot asked hopefully.

"It depends," Alvin pulled a uniform from behind his back. "Do you have twenty dollars to pay for this uniform?" He asked handing it to Elliot.

"Yes!" Elliot cheered taking the uniform. Alvin gave him a very serious and expectant look. "Oh, right." Elliot gasped realizing what Alvin wanted.

He reached in his pocket, retrieved twenty dollars, and handed it to Alvin. "Welcome to the team." Alvin congratulated accepting the money.

"This goes straight towards the soccer fund." Simon said pulling the money out of Alvin's hand.

"Of course it does." Alvin said with a smile and began his walk towards the locker room.

Elliot laughed and began walking towards the bleachers. "Hey," Simon called. Elliot turned around. "Aren't you going to shower up?" He asked.

"Um, no. I have this thing… I'm kind of insecure." Elliot said fiddling around with his sunglasses.

"Come on, Eleanor, you've got to take a shower." Simon continued to persuade.

"No, really. I'm very uncomfortable with- you said Eleanor didn't you?" Simon smiled and nodded. Sighing, Eleanor removed her sunglasses and hood. "How'd you know?"

"Eleanor, I'm a genius." Simon pointed out.

Eleanor smiled as she completely removed her hoodie and replaced it with a spring green cami. "Always the humble one, Simon." She joked as she completed her transformation back to female from the waist up.

Simon laughed. "Eleanor, do you know how ridiculous this is? You could get in a lot of trouble." He pointed out.

Eleanor shrugged. "Maybe, but I really want to play soccer. If that means dressing up like a guy, and sneaking behind my boyfriend's back to do it, so be it." Eleanor began unbuttoning her pants.

"Eleanor!"

"Simon, calm down. I have a pair of shorts under these." Eleanor laughed as she threw her "man" clothes into her giant purse that she had hidden behind the bleachers.

"Eleanor," Alvin called. Eleanor and Simon turned to see Alvin coming towards them. "What's going?" He asked looking from Eleanor to Simon suspiciously.

Eleanor laughed. "Nothing, we were just talking." Eleanor explained.

"About?"

"How she's going to leave you, we're going to run off to Russia, get married, and run an alpaca farm." Simon joked. Eleanor laughed. "See you later, Ellie." Simon waved and went to the locker room.

"Ellie? He calls you Ellie now?" Alvin asked eying Eleanor.

"Why? Are you jealous?" Eleanor asked smiling.

Alvin laughed. "Jealous of Simon? Please, like you'll ever leave me for Simon." Alvin said wrapping his arms around her.

"I don't know. Simon's smart," Eleanor started, "He's funny-"

"I'm both of those." Alvin interrupted.

"Simon has a car." Eleanor said breaking free from his grasp and walking away.

Alvin glared playfully. "That was low." Alvin said with a laugh.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Eleanor teased. Alvin laughed and began chasing Eleanor around the parking lot.

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Okay guys! I've got a headache now, but I still got it done! Congratulate me! I'm not sure if this is what you expected, frankly it doesn't matter, this is what happens. Enjoy it, or not! LOL! I want to see those reviews! I want to see fire burning from those fingertips, as you write it! And begin!