Brady Noon Imagines

Volleyball game

Me and my friends are about to watch our school's volleyball team. They are versing another team from a different school. Our volleyball team is quite good, they have won multiple games. If they win this game it means they can verse the best teams in the nation.

So there is quite a lot riding on this one game.

The main reason why their team is so good is because of Brady.

He manages to win every game. He plays the position libero and saves nearly every serve that is against them.

I definitely wouldn't be such a nerd on volleyball but Brady is my best friend so I have to hear about it all the time.

But I don't mind.

The game is about to start, I watch as Brady and the rest of his team come on. His wearing a black shirt which is opposite from his teammates who are wearing white.

He looks around the gym, looking for someone.

That's until his eyes land on mine. He instantly smiles and I do too.

I don't think I should be smiling so much at 'just a friend'.

I watch as he mouths the words 'I'm so nervous', I don't blame him this game is very important.

I mouth back to him. ' Don't worry, You'll be fine

He tilts his head like he doesn't believe me. He should because he's a great player.

Just before the game starts he mouths a 'Thank you' and blows me a kiss.

I smile at him, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. He's just my friend I shouldn't feel like this.

The whistle blows and the game starts. The crowd starts cheering as the first serve starts.

It's been a couple of minutes and let's just say Brady isn't doing so good.

I'm not sure what's going on with him, his missing all the serves, and his fumbling and falling over.

I can see from where I'm sitting that his fustrated. Which isn't good because he needs to focus.

I sit on the edge of my seat, I can't help but feel worried.

The opposing team serves, aiming right in Brady's direction. He bends getting ready to hit the ball.

Instead, he misses and slips, falling onto the ground. The crowd goes silent. This isn't good.

He gets back up. Although he looks angry, very angry. I've never seen him like this before.

One of his teammates goes and talks to him and I watch as they argue.

I think that was his final straw because he roughly pulled the armbands off his arms and stormed off to the changing rooms.

The whole gym starts to whisper, talking to one another about what just happened.

I'm completely worried now. One of Brady's teammates looks up at me and nods to the changing rooms, signaling me to go and see if his okay.

I instantly pick up what he means and rush to the changing rooms. I feel my stomach grow nervous and my heart pick up.

I walk into the changing room and find him sitting on the bench with his head in his hands. He looks stressed.

'' Brady, are you okay?'' I ask gently. I stand by the door.

He sighs, '' Yes, can you leave me alone now'' He spits harshly. His head is still in the palms of his hand.

I'm taken aback, I'm just here to check if my friend is okay and he treats me like that.

'' what, why are you talking to me like that? I've done nothing wrong.'' I say coming closer to him.

His head finally lifts and I can just see how angry he is.

'' Didn't you just see how much of a fool I made of myself? Everyone is counting on me to win this game and I've gone and messed it all up.'' He shouts, his standing up now.

I step back, he has never acted like this before.

'' I know, I understa-''

'' No, you don't, everyone probably thinks I'm a joke now. There's no way we will recover.'' he sits back done, '' It's over, all over.''

I feel a sting in my heart, he looks devasted. I go and sit next to him.

'' Look of course I don't exactly know what you're going through. But what I do now is that everyone doesn't think that you're a joke.'' I say, he shakes his head which is back in his hands.

'' And I hope you believe me because you are great at volleyball, you are more than just great,'' I admit, he slowly lifts his head from his palms but is not looking at me.

'' I know there's lots of stress on you right now but you can't let that affect you. You're perfect, and I know you can win this thing.'' I slightly whisper. He slowly looks at me. I can tell his a lot less angry and miserable.

'' You think I'm'' he pauses, '' perfect '' he says staring at me.

I nod '' So perfect'' I whisper. I can see some hope in his eyes.

We stare at each other for a bit too long. A bit too long for just friends.

I can see his holding something back, maybe he wanted to say something but we don't have time.

'' So you think you can head back out there?'' I ask with a smile. He smiles back.

'' Yeah, I think so'' He replies. I grab his hand and I lead him back to the game.

but before I let him go, I whisper in his ear. '' you got this, win it for me.'' I watch as he has a huge smile on his face.

He squeezes my hand before walking back to the game and I go back to my seat.

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The game is down to its last minute and I think my little talk worked because he never once messed up. He scored many points for his team and the crowd, especially me is loving it.

It's the last couple of seconds, everyone is on the edge of their seats.

The opposing team strikes the ball in the air, aiming it at Brady.

This time, his ready and hits it in the air for his teammate to spike it to the other team. And in the last second, the team misses and Brady's team wins.

The crowd roars with cheers, I stand up clapping and shouting. I'm over the moon. I rush down to congratulate him and his already walking to me.

We are both smiling so widely. I run into his arms. We hugged for long, too long

'' You did it'' I let go of him, '' I'm so proud of you'' I hugged him again. He held me even tighter.

He pulls our bodies apart and puts one of his hands on my face.

'' Thank you, I really couldn't have done it without you,'' he says while staring into my eyes. His smiling at me with that stupid adorable smile which I can't get enough of.

I wish the night never ended.