USWNT Oneshots

Money Can't Buy Love

I was sitting in a small café eating a chocolate chip coffee cake and drinking a salted caramel hot chocolate, as I did everyday before work. I was homeless, but my job paid well. At the table next to me, two men were having a conversation. One had a brown buzz cut, the other had an extremely greasy black ponytail. "Any other, I'd get her a used car." the man with the ponytail said. "But Tobin? I'd get her a brand new car. Any model she wanted." these words sent a surge of anger through me. Tobin Heath was my favorite player on the U.S. Women's National Team, and I had a crush on her. I wasn't just going to stand by and listen to some douche act like he was gonna win her over with money. I got up and walked over to his table. "Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation." I said. "Tobin Heath will not be won over just because you buy her stuff." the man looked me over disdainfully. "And you think a little shrimp like yourself is gonna win her over instead?" he asked. "My chances aren't any better than anyone else's." I replied evenly. "But if Tobin does fall for me, it will be because she knows who I am and loves me for it, not because I buy her stuff." with that, I turned on my heel and walked out of the café. I walked to my job at STL Weapons, a blacksmith shop in the city. "Hey, nerd girl!" my boss, John, called when I walked in. "I've got a ticket to the Women's National Team game tomorrow. The rest of the guys aren't interested. You wanna go?" "Sure." I said. The next day, I put on my Tobin Heath jersey, which had been a present from the guys, and went to the stadium. I found my seat, which was right next to the greasy guy from the café, who was also wearing a Tobin Heath jersey. "Oh, look." he said. "It's the little shrimp from the café. Well, let me tell you something, little girl. I'm going to ask Tobin out today, and she's gonna go out with me. I'm only telling you cuz I don't want to see that big trap of yours catching flies. You probably will cry, though. Don't worry, I won't judge. Much." I rolled my eyes and focused on the game. Tobin scored one goal, and I could've sworn she made eye contact with me when she celebrated.

Tobin's P.O.V

After I scored my goal, I looked around the stands. A girl caught my eye. She was dressed in one of my jerseys, which was clean and neat, contrasting her ripped, dirty jeans. I could've sworn we made eye contact. after the game, Jill gave us sharpies and told us to go sign autographs. I made a detour into the locker room first. I put my favorite snapback on, and grabbed my second favorite. I signed it, and wrote my number on the underside of the bill.

Thalia's P.O.V.

Tobin emerged from the locker room with a snapback on her head and another one tucked under her arm. She made her way over to us, but she got to the man from the café first. She signed his jersey, and he gave her a grin I could only describe as oily. "Thanks, hot stuff." he said, and i was strongly reminded of a weasel. "How about a date?" Tobin looked him over with a disdainful expression. "Sorry, you're not my type." she said coolly. She turned to me and gave me the snapback she was carrying under her arm. It had been signed, and a phone number was on the underside of the bill. "You looked like someone who deserves more than she has." Tobin said. "Shoot me a text sometime, cutie." she grinned, winked at me, and walked off. The man was speechless, staring after Tobin, his mouth hanging open. "Close that big trap of yours." I said, smirking as I put the snapback on. "You'll catch flies."