Legolas and Pippin met eyes anxiously, both thinking the same thing. Had the rumor already spread to the front office? The two grabbed their agendas off of their desks and headed down the hall, both too terrified to speak. For whatever reason, something possessed Pippin to try and talk to him.

"We're going to need a solid excuse.",he said as he walked, not bothering to turn to face Legolas.

"Yeah.", th elf said, "If we have even the slightest difference in our 'excuses' then they'll be suspicious."

"So, let's get this straight.", Pippin said, surprised that the blank, emotionless conversation between them was going so well, "I was the goalie, you kicked the ball, I wasn't paying attention, it got me in the nose."

"It wasn't you.", Legolas said, "I was being overly competitive. It was my fault."

"No it wasn't.", Pippin said, "If I had been paying attention, then it wouldn't have happened."

"Speaking of paying attention," Legolas said, laughing, "I wish I had PE with Frodo." He smiled, "It would be funny to watch him text and play soccer at the same time."

"Yeah.", Pippin agreed, "That would be kinda comical."

Pippin did his best imitatation of Frodo playing soccer, his hands in front of him like they were in his jacket pockets and his head bowed.

They both laughed. Maybe this wasn't so negative after all. And maybe, just maybe, this little experience could be the start of a new friendship.

They reached the office, and both of them hesitated at the wooden door that said, ' 9th grade office' in white decal letters. Pippin reached out and knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. HE then waited nervously for the door t open, and indeed it did.

"Good morning, boys.", the woman at the front office said, "Are you Legolas and Pippin?"

"Yes am'am.", Legolas said, obviusly putting on a brave front. He shifted uneasily. The woman at the front desk was a human with her curly brown hair in a messy beehive with a pencil behind her ear and the stereotypical secratary glasses on. She chewed her gum like a cow with her mouth open.

"Yes, the soccer coach wanted to see you. He's in the room to the right." She pointed a long-nailed hand at the door.

They both nodded and walked in. Pippin's heart leapt as the secretary told them this, had they been picked for something special?

"Hello, boys.", a man in his early thirties said, "I'm the soccer coach, Mr. Bidds."

Mr.Bidds was a tall man, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was very athletically built, and he had a good tan. Mr bidds scratched at a bug bite on his right arm as he spoke, "I was told by the PE teacher about your little performance yesterday, and I got advice from some of your peers. I thought it over, and I have decided that I would like to ask you two if you'd be interested in joining the soccer team."

Pippin felt an excited energy shoot through him, an ecastic sort of feeling. He wanted to yell out in victory, in happiness. This was great! Not only was he on the soccer team, but he wasn't in trouble. He looked to legolas to see what the elf's reaction would be. Legolas was obviously thrilled, and was eagerly asking the coach more questions.

"What position?", he asked, his foot thumping the ground sort of like thumper from Bambi.

Pippin wondered about this, but said nothing.

"You two are to go back to class now.", he told them, "Lunch will have just started by now."

"Okay.", Pippin said.

"Yes sir!", Legolas said happily, a smile firmly planted on his face.

As the wo walked to the lunch room, he felt happier than ever. Nothing could crash this great day. Nothing!

"This is great!", Legolas said to him, "The school soccer team! We get to play for the school! Can you beleive this?"

And that was then he realized that Legolas was not the pretty boy, Faceman Peck sort of guy that he had first seen him as, but was in fact a jock. More specifically, a soccer jock. You see, a jock and a soccer jock were two very different things. A guy could be on the football team and have every girl wanting his autograph but not be a jock, you had to be involved if you were to be a jock. Anybody who was o the soccer team automatically got the rank of soccer jock. Where the jocks much resembled the ripped guys you would see on gym commercials who you really know are on sterroids, the soccer jocks were the guys who were graceful, defined, romantic, and 'cool' beyond beleif. He had the opportunity now not only to be one of them, but to be THE goalie. THE ONE GOALIE. There were multiples of the other players, but there was only one goalie, so he would get all of the credit.

"Yeah..", He murmured as they walked into the lunch room, "It' amazing..."

That day,Legolas decided to sit with him and his friends, who had no response except for smiles and waves.

"So...", Merry stated, "How'd it go?"

Pippin felt joy rush through him all over again as he thought about the great news.

"Well, as it turns out, they wanted to ask us if we would play for the school soccer team.", Pippin said proudly.

Legolas nodded to confirm what he had said, the elf was beaming and he could just FEEL the happiness radiating off of him.

"Dude, that's great!", Merry exclaimed.

"Congrats, man.", Frodo said, doing a fist jab with him and then Legolas. How Frodo to do a knuckle bump instead of a handshake...

"Dude, that's freakin awesome!", Boromir said with a cocky grin.

The lunch conversation went on like this, with them mostly talking about the new soccer team, and eventually they left.

"Congratulations, man!", Merry said, hitting him a high five, "Congratulations."