Change in Heart

Chapter 31- FIFA

I hope you enjoy this part!

Libby

As we climbed up the stairs, George fumbled around in his pocket for the keys. The weight lifted off my shoulders when i heard the familiar sound of clattering brass keys. The shock of the temperature change almost sent me stumbling backwards, but it was always welcoming after a night outside with no clothes.

George had moved in with Will's dad and step mum when the blood connection had been made between them and I had somehow brought them together. I assumed he would be heading back for England at a similar time to Karlie and I.

The sadness of leaving always dawned on me if I thought to much about it. but what could I do? it was life, and it is what I've always wanted. The best for my education. Plus of course, the bonus of being back with my three nest friends just like old times.

Will leant me one of his baggy t-shirts that I could go home in tomorrow. It showed off my legs a little but all of his shorts and joggers fell straight down. As least it was a whole lot better than what I'd came in. I pulled at the fabric, stretching  the T-shirt until it reached my mid thigh. I was more than certain this length would be socially acceptable in the company of two boys.

Will was fully clothed now in a pair of his jeans and one of his tops. I still felt pretty guilty about the car but there was not a lot I could do to fix it now. As crazy as it sounds, I'd buy him a new car if I was one of those little rich girls. But I wasn't. I'd end up replaying him one way or another, that was for sure.

We'd decided that sleeping wasn't on the cards tonight since there was no way we were going to make it to school tomorrow. We'd all agreed to take advantage of the night off. I scanned the bookshelf pushed against the back wall but nothing leapt out at me. The wooden shelves were thickly lined with dust and abandoned cobwebs. It was plain black and white that this family wasn't too keen on books and novels, they hadn't been touched in years.

I claimed one of the leather armchairs and sprawled myself across it, wrapped up in a fleece blanket that kept my legs insulated. The boys had switched on the Xbox, of course, and were having an intense game of FIFA. Football. I groaned in protest and buried my head under the blanket, i hate football. I've heard about these crazy games of cursing and insults but it's one of those 'you had to be there' kind of experiences.

Will cheered five minutes into the game and performed an embarrassing victory dance around the living room. It involved hip rotating and an adapted version of the work. Let's call it... interesting.

"Did you see that! I'm too good at this." He brushed his shoulder and bowed down dramatically. Seriously?

"No way! I've never lost and I don't plan on starting today!" George's fingers moved quicker than lightning, pulling the triggers and pushing the buttons in a desperate attempt to beat his brother.

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest."Is this game used as an ego boost or what?"

"You're a girl you wouldn't understand."

George was spot on, I didn't understand. How could that entertain two teenage boys for hours on end. Two teams of sweaty footballers swearing at each other because their mood swings are sky high from steroids and other drugs. It didn't make sense how people like that could be a boy's inspiration.

Take Taylor Swift for example. She grew up on a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania, nothing special. And then at 12 years old she started to learn how to play guitar, since then she's written hundreds of songs. She's sweet, talented and beautiful. That is inspiration. I'm bound to be biased but there's my opinion.