field of love || cc walker

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It wasn't long before Olivia was out on the 'dance floor' singing along to the music. She was definitely the life of the party, if Izzy had to admit. Izzy's short black hair framed her face when she looked down at her empty cup, it wouldn't hurt to go for a third drink. Not like it was strong anyway. By the time she came back to the living room, Maya would probably be back from the bathroom.

Walking past the bodies of people, voices everywhere. The kitchen was no different, just as loud, except the music muffled slightly. She went towards the bottles of liquor and soda, grabbing the first thing she could reach, pouring a fair amount of both.

People passed by, and Izzy paid no mind to it. But maybe she should have. As she turned around, cup in hand, her elbow knocked next to someone. Izzy thought nothing of it at first. People always bumped into each other at these house parties, but her head turned when she heard a gasp and something spill.

Izzy's mouth fell agape as she realized the mess she had made, her brows furrowing in worry as she looked down at the stained jeans. "I'm so so—" she began, reaching for some napkins, but her eyes landed on green-blue eyes, and she scoffed, her apology dying on her lips. "Oh... it's you."

If looks could kill, Izzy would be six feet under. CC stood before her, jeans now wet. Thankfully, the dark color of her jeans made the stain less noticeable. CC groaned, snatching the napkins from the taller girl's hand. "Bronson. Of course it had to be you."

"Jeez." Izzy said, raising her hands defensively. "It was just an accident." She couldn't help but give her a taunting smile. "But I'm sure you're familiar with those. I mean, you did accidentally pushed me to the ground during the game today."

CC rolled her eyes, unimpressed by her remark.

Izzy was about to leave, but she couldn't help but irritate her more. "For the record, if it wasn't for the push which caused a foul, you probably would have won." She chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You basically gave me that goal."

CC's jaw clenched as Izzy's words struck a nerve. She was two seconds away from lashing out at her, fists clenching. But fortunately for Izzy, CC's friend Ava came just in time, holding CC by the shoulder, whispering in her ear.

Izzy watched with a sense of satisfaction, knowing she was able to get under her skin. She turned on her heels and made her way out of the kitchen.

"Watch where you're going next time!" CC's voice rang out one last time, turning her attention back to Ava, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Seriously, does she need to be this annoying?" She muttered, patting the napkin on the stain of her jeans. "She also thinks she's so good at soccer."

As Izzy disappeared into the crowd, CC let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration still simmering beneath the surface. "Can you believe her?" CC muttered, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Always causing trouble wherever she goes." Ava gave her a sympathetic look, placing a reassuring hand on CC's shoulder. "I know she can be a handful," she replied gently. "But you have to admit, she's got a certain... flair."

CC rolled her eyes. "Flair? More like arrogance." She scoffed. She couldn't deny that Izzy was in fact good at soccer, but never would she admit it out loud. Ava chuckled softly, knowing CC's true feelings ran deeper than her outward frustration. "Come on, CC." She said, giving her friend a playful nudge. "You have to admit, she's pretty good at what she does."

CC's expression hardened slightly at Ava's words, a mixture of jealousy flickering in her eyes. "Whatever." She scoffed. "I still don't like her."

Ava smiled knowingly, sensing the underlying complexity of CC's feelings towards Izzy. "Maybe not." she agreed. "But we'll get her next game, right?" CC huffed a small laugh. "Yeah, you're right."

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Izzy took sips of her hot coffee as she scrolled through her phone. She hadn't drank much to get a headache, so she was completely fine. As she scrolled through her phone, her eyes danced across the screen, taking in the multiple posts and stories that her friend Olivia and Maya had shared from the previous night's party. A soft chuckle escaped Izzy's lips every now and then. Olivia had a knack for recording and picturing the fun and excitement of any event, and Izzy couldn't help but be amused by her friend's antics.

"Isabel!" A voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps descending the stairs.

Izzy winced at her full name, sounding way too similar to her moms own name. She turned around to see her sister Emilia making her way over, expression unreadable. "Yeah?" She replied, her confusion evident in her tone. She and her sister rarely exchanged more than casual pleasantries, their relationship a distant and strained dynamic.

Izzy blinked when she noticed Emilia's friend, whose name she didn't know despite her being here a lot. Which she felt kind of bad about. They've talked quite a bit and the older girl was always nice to Izzy, yet she couldn't remember her name.

"We're going to the park. Mom wants us to send her a picture." Emilia said matter of factly, no form of excitement in her face. Izzy groaned. Of course the stupid pictures her mom wanted to post on social media. Keeping up with the 'loving mother' reputation. But in return, she would give them their monthly allowance. Izzy would be damned if she didn't at least get something out go their lack of presence. "Now?" Izzy asked, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her warm mug, which she had yet to finish.

Her sister nodded, her expression unchanging. "Yes, now. She said she wants it before lunch. Let's go." She motioned her to hurry up.

"Jeez, okay." As Izzy reluctantly rose from her seat, putting her shoes on to accompany Emilia and her friend to the park, she felt a playful tug at her hair. Startled, she turned to see Emilia's friend flashing her a mischievous grin as she ruffled Izzy's hair teasingly. "C'mon it'll be fun."

Izzy couldn't help but let her annoyance be momentarily forgotten by her gesture. "Okay, okay. Watch it." She protested lightly, though there was a playful smile plastered on her lips. Izzy fixed her hair as much as she could, making her way towards the door.

Emilia's friend couldn't resist making a comment as she watched her disappear behind the door. "Your sister's cute." She remarked with a playful wink at Emilia.

"Sophie," Emilia groaned, nudging her with her elbow. "What did I tell you about calling her that."

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In the park, Emilia and Izzy stood side by side, their reluctance evident as they begrudgingly posed for the picture their mother had requested. Emilia held up her phone, her expression unenthusiastic as she attempted to capture the perfect shot. Izzy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the whole charade, her annoyance growing with each passing moment. "Can we hurry this up?" She muttered under her breath, shifting uncomfortably as she forced a strained smile for the camera

Just as Emilia snapped the picture, Izzy's attention was suddenly diverted by a dog by her feet. "Aww, someone's dog." Izzy crouched, petting the dog. She looked around, but no one seemed to be here with the dog.

"I'll be in the car." Emilia stated before walking away with Sophie, leaving Izzy alone with the adorable dog. Izzy couldn't help but smile at the furry companion's playful antics. "Hey there, buddy." She cooed, scratching behind the dog's ears as it wagged its tail happily. Lost in the moment, Izzy felt a sense of calm wash over her, her annoyance of the day melting away as.

But as she looked around, she realized that no one seemed to be around to claim the dog. A pang of concern rose from her stomach as she wondered if the dog had been abandoned or lost. Izzy made a decision. She would take the dog with her and try to find its owner.

Rising to her feet, Izzy scooped up the dog in her arms. As she made her way towards the parking lot, she couldn't help but glance down at the collar tag dangling from its neck. With a curious tug, she examined the metal tag, her eyes scanning the engraved letters.

"Pickles." She murmured, noting the name inscribed on the tag. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned it around, revealing the familiar last name, 'Walker family' accompanied by a phone number.

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