AN: Enjoy this one i had a lot of fun writing it. Beware however, insanity may be a byproduct of reading this chapter.
Chapter 6: No More Yielding Than A Dream
Xoxox Tasha's POV xoxox
"Nice practice everyone, be here at 8 tomorrow." Oliver called as most of us headed out of the locker room on our way home.
After the encounter at the loft things have been different. Oliver and I still piss each other off, and push all of the others buttons, and are generally sarcastic and annoying towards the other, but now we laugh about it too. I have found that Oliver and Andi's relationship has given me a reason not to hate Oliver. It helps.
Tomorrow is a huge game for us and I am nervous. I know that I will be fine, however with the current state that me emotions are in anything could happen. I just don't want to fuck up and have the team end up losing the game because I can't get my head on straight.
Charlie hasn't called me in the last three days and being the stubborn pigheaded idiot that I am I haven't called him either. Yes I know I am an idiot.
Everything has been eating away at me so I decided to just go to bed, because the sooner tomorrow comes the sooner it will be over with.
Xoxox Tasha's Dreamland xoxox
"And he huffed and he puffed, and he signed an eviction notice." The little pig said.
"Well that's ok," I told the collection of fairytale creatures camping out in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. "You guys can all come and live with me."
They all cheered. Then the referee blew his whistle. "And they're off." The commentator started. "Franco seems to be having trouble controlling his dragon and hitting the bludger at the same time, but Franco seems to be getting along just fine with the broom stick replacements. And we would like to thank the tree huggers' organization for suggesting the switch from brooms to dragons, brilliant idea I must say.
And we would also like to thank the fans in attendance for their loyal support and for joining us for this game of Puddlemere United of London versus the Flying Monkeys of Oz. And congratulation to new owner of the year and the International Quidditch League award winner for most environmentally friendly Quidditch team, owner of the Flying Monkeys, the queen of green herself, Elphaba, Wicked Witch of the West, give her a nice big round of applause people.
The stadium went crazy as the green witch cackled. Looking around the pitch I still had yet to see the snitch. All the chasers seemed to be scoring quite a few goals on both sides. It helped that there were eighteen quaffles flying around, but it made up for it with the six extra appendages that the keepers were allowed to grow.
My dragon didn't seem to want to pay attention, but then I realized that my dragon was flirting with the dragon being ridden by the opposing teams seeker.
"Hold on a second," down on the field, tucked into her bed was me. She was sitting up and looking at me in confusion. "That doesn't make any sense you know."
"What doesn't make any sense?" I asked not seeing my point.
"They are flying monkeys, they can fly, why on earth would they need to be riding dragons as well?" I asked.
"Well if they are flying around for long periods of time then their wings could get tired and that just wouldn't be fare to them now would it?" I responded, very proud of my logic.
"Well put." I told myself, lying back down again. "Carry on."
"Oh and it seems that Webster's dragon has gotten hungry and is now going after the gingerbread man."
Over the roar of the crowd a squeal could be heard. "Not my buttons, not my gum drop buttons." The gingerbread man yelled. But the dragon didn't seem to care. He quickly caught the gingerbread man and went to dunk him into his cup of tea.
"Oh and look at that it seems that the Mad Hatter has taken the dragon's cup of tea while shouting 'clean cup, clean cup.'" And so he had, I noticed.
Then I saw it, the pearly white grin of the snitch. It faded in and out. I chased after the grin.
"You can catch me," the snitch told me. "Not until you can catch your man, hehehehehe." Then the snitch turned into a lizard on a broomstick.
The Monkey's seeker who reminded me a lot of Diddy Kong was right beside me and we were racing neck and neck to grab my lizard first.
"And Puddlemere scores again, bring the score to 6.022 times ten to the twenty-third for Puddlemere against the Monkeys two pi squared. It is a shame, everyone thought that the game would be so close, but seeing as the monkeys uniform is that rather restricting little red vest it must be hard for their keeper to move his arms."
It was then that the swallows began their attack. With coconuts held between their feet they launched their cargo at the players then continued to fly south to the Castle Anthrax. A few of the Monkeys were taken out due to falling coconuts, but their seeker was still in the game.
Then the monkeys began to play dirty. They were tossing poo at everything, well everything except us, really they were just tossing poo at each other. Except for the one that then took my purse.
I called for a time out. "Ref, we have a problem, the sea monkey stole my money, and I want it back."
"Alright, give her the purse back." The ref told the monkey. The monkey turned to me and handed me my purse looking rather sheepish.
"Resume game." The ref yelled, followed by her whistle.
The opposing seeker and I continued to fly around the pitch chasing the lizard when his dragon suddenly burst a stream of fire at mine and mine began to fall. The monkey's seeker caught the lizard and the crowd erupted into a chorus of "No one morns the wicked."
I was devastated. I ran to the ref and began to cry. "They can't have the snitch, he's my boyfriend and I don't want them to have him it's just not fare. If he can't be my boyfriend he certainly cannot be the boyfriend of a deranged band of monkeys with wings. That is just not fair." I continued to yell at the ref but she just walked away with the rest of the audience and fairy tale creatures.
I had lost the game, I had lost my new roommates, and I had lost my boyfriend, all in the course of about 6 minutes. That simply was not cool. So I went to the middle of the pitch, sat down and cried, willing anyone to come out and comfort me.
From inside the monkeys locker room came crawling the snitch. He came over to me and started shaking my shoulders. "But I don't want to leave here." I told him. I continued to protest, but then I woke up.
Xoxox The semi normal reality that our dear heroin calls life xoxox
I sat strait up in bed. Wow that one was one of the stranger ones. I lay back down to fall back asleep. Or at least I tried, until I felt a weight on the other side of my bed. I jumped again and turned to see what it was.
Sitting on my bed was broad shouldered, freckly, ginger with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He crawled over to me and laid down next to me. "And why may I ask am I to give you your purse back?" He asked me while wrapping me in a hug.
"Because the sea monkey stole my money." I said to him drifting off to the best night sleep I have had in a long time.
AN: Review Please! I Love them. And thanks for reading, even though it was completely delusional.
So game time can anyone tell me all the movies referenced in this chapter, harry potter not included.
Have fun!