Preath Oneshots

Interviews

Tobin's POV

I sat uncomfortably at a small plastic table, I'd been here for half an hour so far answering questions. Each the same as the last "how did you know you loved football?" "When did you realise you wanted to be a professional player?" Etcetera etcetera. Christen was doing any better either I suspected. She was sitting adjacent to me at her own little table. Every now and then when I thought the least amount of people where watching I would glance over, just to catch a glimpse of her.

I leaned the side of my face against my hand, taking in all of her features. The way she blinked when she was confused, or when she was excited she'd sit right up and get the biggest smile. She was perfect in so many ways. I sighed deeply before being interrupted.

'Tobin? Tobin?'

'Yeah? Sorry,' I replied, being torn from my happy place.

'I said, how are things with the team, and who would you say you where closest to?' A small middle aged reporter asked.

'The team right now are performing exceptionally well, I believe our backline are at the top of their game, Hope is honestly doing so well right now, although I'd like to see Ash get some game time. Our mids are working well and our attack overall is almost perfect. As for who I'm closest to, I'd have to say my current roommate Chris, she's always here for me no matter what, and we have an unbreakable bond,' I drawl on.

'That's great to hear, but for your attack, I don't feel Press has been pulling her weight, what do you have to say about this?' He asked yet another question, in a tone that I assumed he was using to take a dig at Press.

'Okay, first of all, Christen is an exceptional player, she does everything she's asked, and she does it near perfectly every time. Secondly who are you to have a go at someone like her? She is the kindest and most beautiful souled person I have ever known,' I attempt to sound as civil as possible but I'm sure it came out far from civil.

'Okay, well change of subject, you haven't been scoring as many goals as Alex, or Carli even, why is that? Bad form?' He asked yet another provoking question.

'Okay, wow. My position isn't a main goal scoring position. I move the ball up towards our strikers to let them score, of course there are times I get to score, when I'm open, and in corners. My position is more setting up then scoring, do you even watch football at all? I'm also done answering questions,' I huffed, getting up and walking off towards the locker room. The press can be the biggest most painstaking people to work with, they understand nothing that goes on, I doubt most of them even watch our games.

'Hey are you okay? You left in a hurry,' the soft voice of my favourite player called from the doorway.

'Yeah, some reporters just suck sometimes,' I sigh.

'Do you want to talk about it?' She asked sitting on the bench beside me.

'I don't know, they just seem to think you can't do your job well enough, and I can't score. But that isn't my job, and you are the most talented human I know,' I mumble, I was probably just overreacting.

'Did they upset you?' She asked moving a little closer so our shoulders where touching.

'Well, not with the comment about me, but when they started talking about you, that... That upset me,' I admitted shyly.

'Really? Why?' She probed further.

'I uh, um-' I began, my face flushing red. I couldn't tell her it was because I liked her, she'd think I'm crazy.