Lost in the Lights

Chapter 6

The late night visits to Elliott's quickly becomes Becky's favorite part of the week. Neither of them ever order any coffee since it's always so late by the time they get there, but hot chocolates do just fine.

After about two weeks, they've yet to run out of new things to talk about. They just sip on their drinks by the fire and chat about whatever comes to mind first. It's funny how easy they get along; sometimes it feels like they've been friends forever and that's probably the best part of all.

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"So," Freen hums after licking whipped cream from her top lip, "How'd you start playing football?"

Becky chuckles at the random question; just before they had been talking about what they'd take with them if they were stranded on a deserted island. Freen said she'd bring a survival expert because no way I'm doing all the work myself while Becky thought a phone would be a good idea – she didn't think about there not being any service out there though.

"How anybody starts playing, I guess?" Becky shrugs as she cups her mug, "I just tried out."

Freen gives her a look before she smirks, "No I mean, what made you like it enough that you wanted to play on a team?"

"Oh!" Becky has to stop and think, "I've always liked sports, I think. I like being active. When I was younger my parents couldn't get me to sit still. Sports were a way I could use up all of that energy. I was such a handful, Ritchie can be like that too."

"Really?" Freen looks surprised, "He's always so chill the times I've seen him."

Becky snickers, "That's probably because he has a teeny tiny crush on you and you make him all shy."

"He does not," Freen laughs, "So did your parents make you try out for everything or did you have a choice?"

"A little of both, I think?" Becky says, "My parents always encouraged me to try new things. They never really made me do anything. If I ended up not liking a certain sport, they let me quit. I think football is the most challenging for me though. That's probably why I like it so much."

Freen nods before going to take another sip, "That's really cool that your parents are so supportive of you."

"Yeah. What about you?" Becky wonders, "How'd you get into cheering?"

Freen averts her gaze to her drink, "That's not really an interesting story. I did it solely for the popularity boost. I learned early on that getting into the right clique is the only way to make it through high school so Nam and I joined as soon as we could. Besides, I doubt my dad would never let me get into contact sports – he's not a fan of the injury risks."

"I get that," Becky nods, "Do you like it at least? Cheering?"

"I do now," Freen shrugs, "At the start, not so much. The Captain before us was such a bitch, she made our lives a living hell. Coach Evans is kind of a tyrant too but I adapted to her. The uniform makes up for all the trouble though, it's like wearing armor. No one can usually touch you and so many people are suckers for the skirt."

Becky shakes her head at the way Freen starts to smirk, "I bet you've broken many hearts with that one."

Freen laughs, "Not on purpose."