Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

I bolted up in my bed at the sound of the alarm, adrenaline pumping through my body in a rush.

I hit the snooze button and the incessant beeping was silenced, the alarm reading 12 in the afternoon.

I cannot believe I slept that long.  

The fluffy, blue blanket was wrapped around my legs. I was probably kicking around in my sleep again. I was so nervous for today that I had been stressing in my sleep. I quickly situated myself and exited my room.

Today was the London Strikers Championship match against Manchester. I had been on the London volleyball team for about 3 years now and was supposedly their best outside hitter and a great defenseman. Or so my coach says.

All I knew was I was meant to play on that court.

Today was the second time we were playing against Manchester in 3 years for the championship. I was internally shaking with excitement and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower to cool myself down. I had about an hour and a half to get ready.

I decided to change into my uniform, lucky number 17, and blow dry my hair. The girls and I had a championship tradition, consisting of straight hair with French braid in a ponytail and navy, red and silver bows.

I quickly finished my hair and sat down with a bowl of cereal and a banana in front of the television, trying to keep calm and collected as I waited for my ride to the match to arrive.

Twenty minutes later, I hear the door open and close then someone walking up the stairs. A tall, lanky, blonde boy came into view and threw his keys onto the table next to the television. I grinned at him and he came over to me, bending down to kiss me on the cheek, before daling next to me on the couch..

He grinned at me. 

Caspar Lee was introduced to me by my long-time friend Jack Harries. Caspar was a You Tuber, just a year older than me, and had collaborated with Jack in a video and ended up staying in the UK for a while. He met some of my other friends, Alfie, Marcus,and Dan and made some more videos and before returned to South Africa.

We had gotten really close over those six months and I had grown to like him, developing a deeper feelings for his sweet disposition.

I missed him terribly when he left. He had apparently missed me too.

When he told me he was moving in with Alfie for a few years, I got really excited. I went and picked him up at the airport, and there he confessed that he had had a huge crush on me and wanted to date me.

I remember how much I was blushing at his passionate and awkward words before nodding and hugging him tightly.

That was two years ago.

And here we were, practically living together while he waited for me to finish college so he could take me “around the world”, or so he promised.

“Sam, you’re going to do amazing and kick butt!” he said excitedly, grabbing my hand and squeezing.

I squeezed back and nodded quietly. Our hand squeezing had turned into a bit of a secret language between the two of us. I loved that he could be so passionate sometimes and a complete goof at others.

I turn off the television at 1 on the dot and go put my empty cereal bowl into the dishwasher. I walked back into my room to grab my gym bag. I took a second to breathe in and out, mentally preparing myself for the seriousness of what was going to happen. I felt ready.

I walked out of my room, flicking the light switch off and joining Caspar at the front door. 

He understood how serious I was about being an extraordinary volleyball player, and respected my love for the sport. This boy really understood me.