AN~ The original plot of this chapter is now in chapter 1 of my other fic, "Stuck on You." If you're looking for it, go there. I gave this one a new plot.
What people don't know about goblins is that they love basketball. It's their favorite sport. And for these two, the ones that live in New York, basketball is easy to access. They have their own ball, and they live in a park (they don't need houses like their more human Everafter counterparts), so they just play one-on-one when the kids go home.
They honestly are perfectly content. They have no idea what the other Everafters are complaining about. Humans don't bother them. Life is good.
Until the boys start coming around at night.
Their park has, up until recently, been occupied mostly by grade-school students, the kind that go home at seven and listen to their parents. But now there's a crowd of teenage boys that come around to play basketball at night- until three or four in the morning, sometimes.
Every. Night.
The goblins try all kinds of things to get rid of them, but none of them work. Part of it is that goblins aren't very good at magic, particularly above ground, and particularly outside of a large group. But part of it is that these boys are determined to just keep playing.
They even try moving to another park, but it's not the same. Either the parks are in bad shape or there are other people using them at night. And goblins don't like company.
So they go back. They even consider asking to join the boy's game, but because goblins aren't very good with magic, they wouldn't be able to disguise themselves.
Besides, they really don't like these boys.
Eventually, they give up. They stop playing basketball and start visiting the Golden Egg to complain about the humans, just like everybody else.
And they hate it.