It's a Jungle, Baby

Soccer Practice and Visitors

The next morning I'm getting ready for soccer practice with Chelsea. I've just told her about my encounter with my dear brother.

"So he just showed up out of the blue?" She wonders.

"It was bound to happen I mean, this city's only so big." I say looking over my bag again.

"And Duff is the base player in his band?" Chelsea clarified.

"Yep." I say and she looks up at me.

"So you--" she starts.

"Yeah." I answer.

"Jesus, what does this mean for you guys? Yesterday you couldn't stop talking about him, you can't just drop it." Chelsea says and I nod.

"Eventually, we're going to to war over it." I say. "It's just a matter of when we want to go into that battle." I look into my bag. "Crap, I need another gym shirt. I'll be right back."

I want into my room and pull my dresser open. I dig through it it find I shirt that I don't mind getting sweaty and dirty. I pull out an old shirt from my high school it's red with black writing that says 'Broncho's Football' on it and had a black horse on it.

I went to Jefferson Hugh school, well when I went. I skipped a lot but was able to keep up good grades. The only reason I kept going to school was to play soccer, I hated classes, I hated teachers, I hated the other students, I just wanted to play soccer. I got really good in high school and made varsity, which lead to several scholarships from schools around the country.

This shirt will work, I throw it into my bag and walk out my bedroom and I'm not sure what I walked into but I don't want to be here. I walk out to find, my brother, Steven, Izzy, Duff, and the guy that must be Slash. They all look at me and Chelsea looks at me confused.

"Big bad brother, huh?" She wonders looking at them.

"Yep." I say looking at my brother. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Came to check on you." Axl says and I roll my eyes.

"I don't need you to check on me, Axl. I'm a big girl." I say. "How the hell'd you even find out where a I live?" Izzy laughs.

"He demanded that your manager tell him where you lived." He says and I look back at my brother.

"Did you get me fired?" I wonder and he shakes his head. "Good."

I look around and the rest of the band has made theirselves at home. Slash is watching tv, Steven is drinking our beer, Duff is playing with Henry, and Izzy is sitting on the couch. I look over to Chelsea and she points to her watch.i nod sling my bag over my shoulder and walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Axl wonders.

"Soccer practice, we got championships in a month. I'm not missing a practice." I say walking out the door.

"Maybe they'll get board and leave." Chelsea says as we walk down the hall.

"One could only hope." I say and she laughs.

Practice ends and we make it back to the apartment. We make it up the five flights of stairs and into our hallway.

"I wonder are we still hosting?" Chelsea wonders as we reach our door.

"We've been gone four hours, they should have been board three hours ago." I say.

We're still dressed for practice. I still wear the Broncho's football shirt and a pair of shorts. My knee pads and in my bag and my long socks are rolled down, my feet are in my untied Chuck Taylor's.