Imagine In Heaven (7MIH Imagines)

Opposites Attract (Alex Imagine)

(Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmUOdmm02A )

Soccer is my life, my love, my passion. I don't know where I'd be without having a sport to depend on to get my frustrations out and soccer is definitely that for me. This game, we're playing against our frequent competitors, the Illinois Fire Starters. There are definitely some amazingly attractive boys on that team, but I can't let that distract me. We've been on a losing streak, especially against them, and I need to get my fire back as a goalie.

I fix my high ponytail as I enter the field and go in front of the goal, before we get the signal to start playing. The defense and offense are doing a great job and I think we have a chance here. They kick left, they block right, they score a goal, and repeat. We've got this in the bag. All of a sudden, someone from our team scores in our goal. Are they fucking idiots?

This was the start of our losing streak. There was no way we were going to win, especially with the new-found passion of the guy in the front of the opposing team. He's such a dick. At least let us score once, considering the score was 2-20. All of a sudden, we get the signal to stop and the score is 2-25. Kill me now. This is all my fault.

I try to hide my shame as I get my bottle of water and take a gulp of it. That's when Passionate Dick Alert started following me and trying to be next to me with every chance he could.

"This is bounds for a restraining order. You know that, right? You could get kicked off the team." I wittily remarked, with my arms folded.

"I'm not trying to be a stalker or anything. I'm just trying to say hello. If it bothers you, I can leave." He smiled, scooting away from me.

I rolled my eyes. He was an annoying Passionate Dick Alert, but he was a cute Passionate Dick Alert.

"Nah, man. It's fine. You can stay."

"Great! It's nice to meet you. You played a great game. I'm Alex." He said. It was apparent that Passionate Dick Alert had a name.

"Says the winner. Becca. Charmed." I sighed.

"So, do you practice often? Maybe we could practice together sometime! Then, maybe you could beat me once and for all." He offered, with a shrug. "Maybe Monday?"

"Homework."

"Tuesday?"

"Babysitting."

"Wednesday?"

"My job."

"Thursday?"

"Family bonding."

"Friday?"

"Practice. Oops." I gritted my teeth, looking down.

This guy didn't expect me to meet up with him then, did he? No way! Everyone's busy Friday. It's like this law that it's Universal Busy Night or something.

"I'm free then! See you Friday!" He cheered, walking off.

Dammit!

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It was Friday. Fuck my life. Maybe if I said I was sick, he would leave me alone? All of a sudden, I hear the phone ringing. It was him, which confused me on so many levels. How did he get my number?

"How in the hell did you get my number?" I groaned.

"The phone book, silly! You use the phone book to find everyone's numbers around here in Illinois. Up for our practice tonight?"

"I'd love to, really. It's just that--" I lied, putting on my best cough. "I'm sick."

"Damn! You got that nasty cold too? Man, that's okay! Nothing comes between us and our soccer, right?"

I rolled my eyes. Dammit, how can everything not work with him? He's literally fine with everything! He's like a Ken doll on crack.

"I'll be at your house soon, and before you ask, your mom gave me the address."

Why did my mom give him my address when she knows I hate him? All of a sudden, I hear a call from my mom.

"Honey, get ready! That boy Passionate Dick Alert will be here soon! Boy, is he cute or what?"

There we go. That's why.

Before I knew it, Alex was outside and I was outside with him. We practiced for hours and the time actually flew by quickly. I guess I actually had fun. We didn't stop ourselves from flirting in between either. The clock hit seven pretty quickly, and he had to head back.

"Promise me you'll be here every Friday? This is sappy as shit, but I feel like I'm a better soccer player when I'm practicing with you."

"Of course, babe! I guess that Passionate Dick Alert isn't much of a terrifying warning to you anymore, is it?" He smirked, getting in the car.

Dammit! How did he know?

"Mom!?" I screamed.