The Love Of The Game

=Brad Robertson=

He stared at me as I sat across from him in another chair. As he smiled at me I would constantly make faces at him without being noticed by my mom. She had no idea who he was, and had no idea that I knew him.

We just so happened to run into each at the doctors office. "Mrs. Thompson!" A nurse called as she opened a door.

My mom stood and gave me a look, "I'll be right back." She smiled and walked off with the nurse.

"Thompson?" Brad asked as he quickly transferred from his seat to the one next to mine, "I'm gonna start calling you that." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and giggled, "What the hell are you doing at an OBGYN clinic?"

His face grew serious, "What? I'm in a Vagina Clinic?!" He started to breathe hard as he looked around and started to notice that there was only women here. "Ewmygod! I'll see you later Thompson!" He ran out the door and drove off in his car.

My mom had to have a check up once every six months. She had a hysterectomy after my baby brother was born, she lost a lot of blood, and he messed her uterus up.

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Text Message: Brad Robertson
What're you doing later?

He started blowing up my phone with texts since I made fun of him for not realizing that he was in a 'Vagina Clinic'.

I texted him back, "Idk? Probably nothing."

Text Message: Brad Robertson
Good! Wanna hang out?

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Part of me wanted to hang out with him, and the other part of me just wanted to stay home and sleep, but he kept my attention so I decided that I would. "Yeah, I guess so. Let's meet at H.E.B."

Text Message: Brad Robertson
Awesome! I can't wait! See you then!!

I clicked off my phone and changed my clothes. What to wear? My everyday black jeans, blank tank top? Nah, he's different. I decided to wear something different, like Brad.

My brain finally let me wear something other than black. I decided to wear my blue ombred California sweater, black leggings, pink converse and my stylish nerd glasses. I didn't need glasses, I just owned a fake pair for fashion.

I curled my hair, and brushed some of the curls so they wouldn't be so tight.

I skated over to The H.E.B shopping center. It was such a pretty day. The sky was bluer than usual, with just a few puffy clouds in the sky. The humidity was normal, with a slight breeze. Perfect!

My eyes traced around the parking lot for Bradly, but I couldn't find him. Maybe he was inside?

As I started to walk inside, I looked over to my right to see a dork sitting in a shopping cart, with sunglasses.

He pulled down his sunglasses, "Thompson!" He stood up in the shopping cart, "I've been expecting you. Now push me around." He laughed, "I'm being serious." He sat back down and pulled his sunglasses back over his eyes.

I rolled my eyes and giggled under my breath. As I pushed him inside, lots of people turned to look at us. "You want sushi?" I asked as I looked over to see Asians making sushi rolls.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "This day is all about you Thompson."

"It doesn't feel like it Brad." I chuckled, pointing out that he was the one riding in a shopping cart, not I.

He turned around in the buggy, "My name is Brad Robertson."

"Okay Brad Robertson... This day isn't about me." I made a fake smile, and pushed him over to the sushi bar.

He laughed as he jumped out, "I can fix that easily. Let me buy you some sushi." He insisted on buying me any kind that I desired.

I just got a bunch of California rolls, to go with my shirt.

"Tell me about yourself." He asked as we sat down at a nearby table to eat our food.

I shrugged, "I'm eighteen years young, I love pizza, collecting old records, doing anything creative, skate boarding, playing music-"

"Wait! You play music?" He interrupted me.

I nodded, "Yeah. I play in restaurants, on the street, or just anytime I get the chance."

His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, "You're gonna have to play some music for me sometime."

I smiled and nodded, "I'd be glad too." Maybe he wasn't used to girls being musicians like him. "Why are you so eager to hear me?" I asked questioning his behavior.

He looked directly in my eyes, "I'll tell you after you play for me." His lips curved into a smirk.

This was too intense! I wanted him to tell me, but didn't want to come off like a lunatic. So I sat there and continued to eat the delicious sushi he bought me.

I wondered what he was up to. What he thought. He was such an immaculate creature, and I wanted to know more about him.