The Price of Love

1

Alex Morgan stepped up in practice. She worked harder than ever. Now, it seemed like she was always competing with Tobin. Everything she did, Tobin always seemed to do something better. Alex didn't like it. She wanted to be the best, and wouldn't let anyone stand in her way, even if it was her best friend, and her crush.

Tobin only competed like that because it got Alex's attention. Tobin was always in love with the young forward, and everyone knew it. But there was something else at camp. Something else that plagued the team.

Someone else was in love. It was odd, thinking that someone would be in love with another girl at camp, if they weren't talking about Alex or Tobin.

Tobin knew what was up, and if it was a girl, that might be interested in her, she wanted to know who it was. But she never would've guessed that it was two girls.

Morgan Brian was sitting on the grass, taking her cleats off, watching Tobin from a distance. No one knew or suspected Moe, so she knew she was safe from their criticism.

Moe sighed. How would she get the star midfielder to notice her and not Alex? Moe decided to go talk to her.

"Hey Tobin" Moe gave a smile.

"Hey Moe" Tobin said, in her cool way.

"So what're you doing today?" Moe asks.

"Nothing really. I kinda wanted to go get my hotel room set up. And I would like to figure ot who my roommate is" Tobin said.

Roommate. The world floated in Moe's mind. If she was Tobin's roommate...that would be a big plus.

"Cool! Maybe we can hang out sometime" Moe smiled again.

"Sure" Tobin said.

They walked over to the hotel they were staying at, and found a laminated piece of paper with names. Their roommates.

"So I'm with Christen" Tobin smiled. Moe's heart dropped. So she's not with Tobin. She sighed. Lucky Christen.

"Hey, well, I'll catch you later" Tobin pats her shoulder and walks away with her small suitcase.

Moe checked the paper. She had Kling. Meg was cool. She forced a smile and went to her room. Fortunately, it was next to Christen and Tobin's. So she's not that far away.

Christen Press was sitting in her room when Tobin walked in.

Her stomach went into her throat.

Her roommate was Tobin? She was madly in love with her, and prayed she got a room with her.

"Hey Press" Tobin nodded to her.

"Hi Tobin" She was overly cheerful.

"Wow. You seem in a good mood today" Tobin grins, taking the bed Christen wasn't on.

"Yeah well, I like being happy" and I like being in a bedroom with you. Christen thought to herself after telling Tobin the little lie.

"Christen. I have a question for you" Tobin says after closing the door. Christen could not keep her eyes off the midfielder.

"What" Christen asks.

"There's been rumors floating around that some other girls are...gay" Tobin whispered the last word. Christen's stomach flipped.

"Yeah" Christen replied. "Do you know who?" She was curious if it was her or someone else.

"Nope. But I intend to figure this out" Tobin says, Christen relaxed.

"Have fun with that" Christen laughed, trying to lighten the air.

"Wanna help?" Tobin asked. Christen was at a loss for words. Would Tobin figure out that Christen was gay? Christen didn't even know if Tobin was gay. She knew she was bi because of Alex, but she never thought that Alex and Tobin were real. It didn't work in her mind.

"Um, sure" Christen said.

It would be good to spend time with Tobin.

"Well, I'm going to go check out the food. Want to come?" Tobin asked, placing her favorite cap on backwards.

"Um, actually, I was wondering if you could help me out with something" Christen quickly searched for something to make Tobin stay.

"Sure. What do you need?" The unaware Tobin asks.

"Could you...help me unpack?" Christen said, and Tobin nodded.

They unpacked Christen's stuff.

"Where do you want this to go?" Tobin asked, holding up a pair of tight yoga pants.

"Um, right there" Christen pointed to a spot a bit behind her.

Tobin walked over, awkwardly leaned over Christen, then slowly got back up. Christen gave a weak smile, heart beating fast.

"Are you sure you don't know who is gay?" Tobin asked, seeing strait through Christen.

"Positive" Christen smiled. Tobin gave her another look, then cleared her throat.

"Okay, now do you want to go eat something?" She asked Christen.

It was too close for comfort. Tobin knew something was up.

"Sure!" She said cheerily, and followed Tobin into the elevator.

"Hey Press what're you doing later?" Tobin asked, once they got onto the first floor.

"Nothing" Christen answers. If Tobin wanted to hang out with her she would be one step closer to making Tobin fall for her.

"Good. Want to do something with me, Moe, and Alex?" Tobin asked.

Dang. Christen thought. She has Alex and Moe with her. But that didn't stop Christen from going.

"Sure. What do you have in mind?" Christen asked Tobin, staring into her eyes.

"Maybe a movie or something chill like that" Tobin said.

She is so cool. Christen thought.

Tobin kept thinking about how nice Press looked. She couldn't be falling for her too? Could she? Tobin pushed that thought out of her mind.

"Sounds good" Christen smiled, and they were in the cafeteria, where heir team was spread out among four tables.

Tobin took a spot next to Alex, across from Moe, and Christen beside her.

"Hey Lex" Tobin nudged Alex.

"Hey Tobs" Alex grinned, nudging her back.

Moe got jealous at the contact. I should be sitting next to her. She thought. But then felt bad at getting jealous. Who didn't love Alex? She was nice, pretty, tall, and good at soccer.

"So Alex, Moe. Do you want to come to see a movie or something with Christen and I sometime this week?" Tobin asked.

This was just what Moe was waiting for. A chance to get Tobin to like her.

Alex didn't think of the movie that way. Alex thought of it as team bonding. Not a chance to get Tobin to fall in love, because she knew she already had Tobin eating out of the palm of her hand. And she loved it to. She really liked Tobin.

"Sure" Moe was first to speak up.

"Sounds fun" Alex said.

"Awesome" Tobin grinned, then got some food.

Moe already had a plan thought out.