Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Friday Night Lights and Gigs

"It's just one night." I tell Rikki again.

"But baby." He complains.

"It could be worse, next month I go to Ruck Wars which is all weekend." I say and he scowls. I wrap my arms around his neck . "You'll see me after the game."

"Honey, that's not what I'm worried about." Rikki snakes his arms around my waist. "Between work, rugby, and your band I'm scared you're running yourself into the ground." He kisses my forehead. "Rome wasn't built in a day, baby."

"But they were laying bricks every hour." I smile and he picks me up off my feet.

"Bee, you gotta take it slow or you'll kill yourself." He tells me and I smile.

"I'm not that easy to get rid of, honey." I tell him and he kisses me.

"So why's it called Friday Night Lights?" Rikki wonders and I smirk.

"Well it takes place on Friday night and they use lights to light up the field." I explain and he laughs kissing my neck.

"You're an asshole but you're my asshole." He tells me with his lips brushing my neck. "You're going to be late." He puts me back on my feet. "I'll see you after the game."

"I'll see you then." I smile and I kiss him again.

"Kick ass, baby girl." Rikki smiles and I laugh.

"You know it, baby." I smile.

"Jojo, can you go eight for a minute?" Coach asks me during halftime.

"What the hell did you just call me?" I wonder as I pull out my mouth guard.

"Jojo, Johannesson. Keep up." Coach smiles.

"Jojo!" Jillian and Ashley yell from behind their mouthpieces.

"Jesus, I'm never going to live this down." I mutter and Jamie laughs.

"Okay, you're going eight until the next line out. Mia, play lock until then and go back to eight." Coach explains.

"What about scrums?" Mia asks.

"What about them?" Coach asks. "Play rugby."

It's dark and cool, the grass is wet with dew. Our cleats fling mud every time we run. I know somewhere in the bleachers the boys sit. Ana and Robyn had went home earlier today.

"Scrum red!" The ref yells at the 22m line.

I usually play lock, which means I bind onto Jamie with my head in between the hooker's and prop's hips. Since I'm playing eight-man, I wrap my arms around the hips of Jamie and Mia with my head between their hips. The scrumie comes up to me.

"We're doing an eight-man pick, the locks will be your support." She says and I nod.

"Mia you know what you're doing?" I ask and she nods.

"Crouch. Bind. Set." The ref yells.

The scrum pushes against the opposing and the ball is deposited at my cleats. I pick up the ball and make a break for the try line. I'm able to make it through their defensive line and it's easy running until I reach their fullback. She goes for my knee but upon making contact slips off but knocks my knee hard, my bad knee. I fall onto the try line between the goalposts so we get a good kick. I sit up to see Jamie and Mia running towards me.