Britta Rodriguez. A 14-year-old, brown-haired girl who hails from the suburbs of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. When Don Tibbles invites her to be on Team USA at the Junior Goodwill Games she meets Charlie Conway, captain of the ducks. Britta isn't so sure s...
*Recap: The girls are unpacking. Britta is in her pajamas. (Pictured Below)*
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B: Hi...
Charlie: Hey...
B: What can I do for ya?
C: Can we talk in the hall?
B: Yeah. Sure.
C: Uhhhhh... *Looking Britta up and down*
B: Charliiiiieeee.....
C: Oh. Sorry. Look...I know that I was kind of a jerk. I was rude, inconsiderate, and jealous. I want you to know that I'm not really like that though. So...I was hoping that you would give me a chance to do that.
He paused.
C: Britta Rodriguez. Would you do the honors of accompanying me on a date after the Trinidad game tonight?
B: *Smiling* I'd love to!
C: Great! See ya at the game.
B: Bye Charlie!
I walked back into the dorm room and told Connie and Julie about our conversation in the hall.
C: Britt! I thought you didn't like Charlie...
J: Yeah! You said he was inconsiderate and entitled
B: I know I did, but I also said that I would give him a chance. Besides...he seems to be trying pretty hard. Haha!
J: Well duh!! He's totally in love with you!
B: What! Nu-uh
C: Jules, she is literally only saying that because she likes Adam!
B: Ok, you guys need something better to do with your time!
J: Alright! Let's get some sleep before the game.
*Time Skip: During the Trinidad and Tobago game*
We had just scored again! We were now up 6-0 against Trinidad and Tobago. I was celebrating by hugging Adam and Dean. I looked over towards the bench and saw Jesse talking to some guy in the stands, so I went over by them.
??: Yeah, high-five some more. Man, my little brother could score on these guys
Jesse: Go bother him then
??: Haha! I don't even have a little brother
B: Then pipe down in the peanut gallery
??: Ooooh...feisty *Walked away laughing*
I rolled my eyes and went back on the ice. After a few minutes, I switched with Portman. I was on the bench and Dean and Fulton, fist-bumped, and then started checking and flipping people left and right. I heard someone in the stands call them the "Bash Brothers." I'll have to tell them about that later. As I was sitting on the bench, watching the game, I overheard Adam and Charlie talking. I tried not to make it obvious that I was listening, even though I was.
