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── .✦ "OH COME ON, Chad. What is your problem?" Freddie huffed, his hands down by his sad with a tired look on his face. Chad turned around, and quickly chucked the stolen belongings onto Freddie's bed before he made a run for it. He sped out of the room, leaving the darker-haired prince with a hand on his forehead, "I am so sick of this."
He closed the door behind him before he made his way towards his bed, sitting down beside the pile of stuff. The blond had stolen not only his keys, but a notepad, a couple dollar bills and a rare-to-find book that took Freddie forever to find.
It kept on happening, Chad would continuously steal from Freddie when the younger boy was absent, and he was seriously considering switching rooms with somebody else. The only thing that had stopped him from doing it already was the fact that he didn't want anybody else to be robbed.
With a sigh, the boy quickly stuffed his belongings into his nightstand top drawer before he leaned back on his bed, one arm above his head resting beneath the back of his head. A couple of minutes later, he managed to doze off. The last couple of days were slightly rough as he was practically Ben's servant, running around and doing all of the boy's errands as he planned the arrival of the villain kids.
It was hard, but now, he was finally getting some well deserved rest. Well, that was until he was rudely awakened by quick footsteps erupting past his door. His eyes flickered open, and he looked over at his door to find shadows moving under his door through the light from the hallway.
The footsteps could've been from anyone, and his best guess was a few kids sneaking out, so he thought nothing of it. Shrugging, and falling back to sleep to the sound of Chad's annoyingly loud snores.
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THE WHISTLE BLEW, and the tourney coach called out, "Jay, Ben, offence. Chad, you're defence. Taylor, you're the shooter. Hey. Hey! Hey, you. Lost boy! Put your helmet on. Get out of the Kill Zone!"
"Carlos." Freddie waved him over, and Carlos quickly placed his helmet back on his head before rushing over to the prince. Coach whistled again, and that was when the practice game began. Jay had the ball, and he began to knock into defenders, chucking them to the ground.
Freddie chuckled, "Jay!" He yelled out, and the villain kid threw the ball over to the prince. The Fitzherbert ran around, dodging defenders before batting the ball back to Jay, who was literally making anyone in his way fly to the grass.
He screamed as he ran into the Kill Zone, dodging every single disc that was shot at him. He did backflips, front flips and even no-handed cartwheels, impressing everyone. He exited the Kill Zone and ran towards Carlos, who began screaming in fear.
