Love At First ... Bitch Slap? [BoyxBoy]

I just want to thank Sara for being so patient with me, and making me start writing.. since she's so scary Q.Q

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Xander's POV

The air felt crisp as I breathed it in. I closed my sweater as I walked down the path where soccer practise would take place. Soccer has been a big part of my life since I was a little kid. My little brother, Shane, was also playing soccer for a couple of years. That was before he found out it was more fun picking flowers beside the field instead.

I reached the benches, and sat down with all the other guys on my soccer team. The coach came in front of the benches, and whistled with his little flute to get our attention.

“5 laps around the field!” and then he whistled again. I heard groans and complaining about the cold weather, but everyone got up and started jogging.

Shane showed up just as the practise ended. As I walked over to him I noticed that a guy on my age, Brock I remember his name as, was talking to Shane. Shane looked so happy that someone like Brock talked to him. Then Brock suddenly changed mood, and decided to punch Shane straight on the nose. I ran the few meters between me and them, and pushed Brock away from my little brother.

“What the fuck dude?!” I shouted to Brock before turning to Shane to check if his nose was ok. He was holding both his hands over his nose to keep the blood from leaking down on his clothes, and I could see that he was fighting back tears. Shane never was a strong guy. Poke him and he would break his arm.

“He was flirting with me!” Brock yelled back. That made me pull my hand back, getting ready to throw a punch in the middle of the target sign in my mind, that of course was placed on Brock's nose. But just as my fist was on he way to his nose, a small hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled my arm away.

“Can't we just go home?” Shane asked, still pulling on my arm. “I am OK Xander, really”. I gave Brock the 'I'm watching you'-sign before I turned around, and left with Shane.

“Are you sure you're OK?” I asked Shane. “Can you walk?” He laughed at that, looking weird at me “He hit my nose, not my legs”.

“Sorry for being concerned then” I mumbled, crossing my arms. I felt some tiny arms wrap around my waist. I looked down at Shane as he hugged me from the side.

“You're the best brother in the world” he said smiling up at me “But you need to stop being so concerned, I can take care of myself”. I felt mean as I giggled. He? Take care of himself? He couldn't even remember bring his own keys.

I opened the door for us, and walked in. The house was empty as always. Both our parents worked a lot, and if they where home, they would work from home. It got kind of lonely with just me and Shane sometimes, but at least we could live a little spoiled life with all the money our parents made by working so much.