This is my first time writing a story for the Little Giants site and I'm very excited!
Disclaimer: I own no credits or rights to the movie, it only belongs to Warner studios and Duwayne Dunham, the director.
Hope you enjoy it! Read and review, please!
Becky's POV:
I can't believe it's been 4 years since the big football game. If you were wondering, yes, my dad and Patty married each other.
They have two kids, twin boys, who love football just as much as I do. I will always throw the football around with them, at least, when I don't have football practice.
Uncle Kev and dad are both coaches of The O'Shea Brothers' Little Giants.
I've grown a bit since last time, in unfortunate ways, so I'm no longer a linebacker. I'm a running back, but it doesn't change the way I feel about football.
Practice is over, but all of us are just hanging around. All except for Hanon, Zolteck, and Tad. Hanon is out with a cold, Zolteck has the flu, and Tad twisted his ankle, so right now they're all at home.
Sean Murphy looked at me and grinned an evil grin. There was a certain look in his eyes that clearly spelt TROUBLE!!! "Hey, Icebox." I turned towards him and glared at him. "What did I say?"
"Nothing, but the question is: what were you going to ask me, huh?"
"If you stand to pee." He smirked at me and I tackled him to the ground. I knew he was going to say something like that! He makes me furious! He thinks he's so funny and amusing, but he's really not. He's just annoying.
"Eat dirt!" I smacked a pile of dirt into his mouth. Strong arms reached around me, pulling me off him. "Let go! Let me go!"
I struggled to my feet and turned around to meet the traitor, face to face. Spike Hammersmith stared down at me. "Becky, what was that about?"
"Well, he deserved it." I heard him snicker and I glared up at him. "What? You don't think he did?"
"Becky, he was just goofing around. It's nothing to get so rattled up about." Spike stared long and hard at me, contemplating what my problem was. "Are you sure you feel ok?"
"Of course I am." I said, right before I passed out, hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes. I've been feeling strange and sickish all week; I just haven't said anything to anyone. I'm not a wimp.
Spike's POV:
I've known something was wrong with Becky for more than a week now. I just can't tell what it is, but today, after practice, we were all hanging around and Murphy said something to her, and whatever it was, she blew up. She tackled him to the ground.
"Eat dirt!" She cried, as she smashed a pile of dirt into his mouth. I reached out and pulled her off him. "Let go! Let me go!
She turned around and saw me, looking down at her. "Becky, what was that about?"
She dusted off the knees of her pants, glaring at me all the while. "He deserved it." I snickered and that made her even more angry. "What? You don't think he did?"
"Becky, he was just goofing around. It's nothing to get so rattled up about." Her face got as white as a piece of paper, and it was then that I knew that something was really wrong. "Are you sure you feel ok?"
"Of course I am." She said, just before she fell and passed out.
"Becky!" I shouted, concerned. I lifted her off the ground, which by the way, isn't very easy. She ain't exactly a lightweight, you know.
Junior came running over to us, the second I reached the field. "What'd you do to her, Hammersmith?" He glared at me as he saw her in my arms, unconscious.
"Nothing. She just passed out." I said. "You need to go get her dad! Like now."
Junior ran off to Coach O'Shea's office. Well, considering that they're both our coaches, it fits either of them. Junior came back to the field with both of them, though.
Coach Danny, is how we refer to them, ran up to me, looking concerned. "Is she ok?"
"I don't know. But we need to get her to a hospital as soon as possible."
We got her to the hospital, and in 20 minutes, she lying in a bed, looking sick. I stayed by her side the whole time. When her dad went home, I stayed.
Well, I guess now is a good time to mention this: I like Becky "Icebox " O'Shea. I know, hard to believe, right? But not to me, she can be so cute and happy, when she isn't wanting to rip my head off.
But I can't help how I feel. I've always felt this way, since we first met really. But I was just a 10 year old boy, who wasn't interested in girls in anyway. Let alone the one that beat my butt in a football game.
But things changed, and boy, did they change big time. But...I don't think I regret the way they changed. They changed into the best way I could think of.
Becky's POV:
When I finally came to, I realized where I was in no time. I was at our local town hospital. I heard someone stir beside and turned over, expecting to see my dad.
But no, it wasn't my dad. It was Spike. I was surprised to see him, sleeping peacefully in the chair next to my bed. He looks really cute when he's sleeping. Wait...what am I saying? This is Spike Hammersmith I'm talking about. The sexist chauvinist pig, who wouldn't play with a girl on a football team. That Spike? Wow...
"Hi." I spoke out, my voice a little wobbly.
Spike's eyes fluttered open and they locked on mine. A smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back to the living, Becks."
Becks? He's never called me that before. I smirked. "Gee, thanks. Say, where's my dad?"
"He went home for the night. I told him I'd stay here."
"How long have I been in here for?" I sat up and leaned against the back bed frame.
"Four days. Doctor said you've got a mild case a dehydration. You haven't been drinking much water, have you? Had any excruciating headaches lately?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so." I said. I just couldn't believe it! Dehydration? I thought I was dying.
"You could have died, you know!" At that moment, I honestly thought that he could read my mind. No doubt about it.
"I get that. I shouldn't have done that." I said. "Can you call my dad and tell him that I'm awake?"
"Sure." Spike said, as he got his phone out of his pocket.
In a few minutes, my room was surrounded by my entire family. Junior, Patty, Dad, Kaden, Brian, and Spike all gathered around my bed.
"How do you feel, Becky?" Dad asked, kissing me on my forehead.
"Thirsty." I said, smiling.
"I'll run down to the cafeteria to get you some water, ok, Becks?" Spike said, walking out the door.
After he left, my dad turned and smirked at me. "Becks? Since when did he give you a nickname?"
I blushed as I considered what he said. And it suddenly came to my mind: Oh my god! I like Spike Hammersmith! I can't believe it, can you?!
Five minutes later, Spike came back into my room with a two red solo cups in his hands. "I got you water and lemonade, just in case you wanted some variety."
It touched my heart that he thought about someone other than himself for change. He's never acted like this before and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Is he trying to butter me up or is he being honestly, genuinely nice?
Later that night when I got home, dad walked up to me. "Hey, Becky. Sorry I couldn't stay any nights at the hospital with you."
"Wait, what? You didn't stay at all? Then who stayed with me the whole time?"
"Who do you think? Spike hasn't been home for four days, ever since you passed out. He's been right by your side the whole time." That information shocked me. It even gave me a new perspective on Spike Hammersmith. It even made me like him...just a little bit more than I did before.
Ahhh! Ok, I'm dying to know rather you like it or not, so please read and review! Love you guys!!
