Dead, Until We Meet Again ;^)

Winded in All Senses

It was almost halftime with two minutes left, and things didn’t look good.

Cornwall was dominating the field with the score of 4 to 0.

Yet, what really shocked both the crowd as well as the players on the field, was that fact that the captain of the Basshunters was blowing it worse than a boat horn. Definitely not a pretty sight. One could definitely tell that something was on his mind, and even worse, was that the opposing captain, Keith Bekkings, was using this distraction to his advantage, tripping other confused players who always relied on George’s steadiness.

The soccer field was a mess, and Abby hated it.

She didn’t want him to lose to Keith, in fact, she remembers herself telling him not to let that happen. When George thinks about something so deeply, his actions begin to falter.

At least, that was how her Georgy was.

Then, Abby remembered. He wasn’t her little Georgy, and made it pretty clear too. So then why was she here?

The first half ended with Cornwall scoring another goal on the dismantled Basshunters. Really, just what were they doing out there?

Not wanting to see anymore of this torture, and figuring it a good time to do so, Abby started to leap down the bleachers, planning on heading for the exit. Why should she have to suffer from seeing George and watch him get his patootie whopped by Keith?

A sudden forceful wind shook the bleachers, causing many shrieks throughout, but the loudest sound was a crash of a person with a bleacher top. Someone tripped and fell.

That someone was Abby.

Because she was so high up, so far away from the others, who already started to disband for refreshments, she didn’t think that anyone would come and help her, or see if she was okay.

She was right.

Those below started to converse about the poor coordination and flow of the team compared to the other. They began to doubt wearing the color of red that they wore.

Slowly, Abby began to pull herself up, using her feet to push her back up, but then pain shot through her, resonating from her right ankle.

“Crap!” Surely no one will turn around, just her luck. This is what she gets for coming to this game, which was turning out to be the biggest mistake she has ever made. Abby used the railing at the top to pull herself up and onto the bench then carefully placed her ankle on the bleacher below. The pain was outstanding!

Too busy leaning her head on her right thigh, scrunching her face up at the pain, she didn’t hear the voice calling out her name accompanied by thundering footsteps ascending towards her.

“Abby!”

Lifting her head up slowly, her eyes grew wide at they took in George. He looked so good in his red uniform shirt-fitting every muscle in his chest and abs perfectly-and black shorts that she wasn’t sure ho long she could contain her sigh of pleasure. He was huffing with a worried look on his face, which surprised her the most.

Why was he here?

“George...?” Her eyes never left him as he knelt down beside her.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” That’s when he looked down to her ankle, one that she instantly wanted to hide from him.

She grew serious, “It’s just a small sprain. Why are you here? I’m not your Abby and you’re not my Georgy, so there’s no need for us to meet again.”

At this, he looked up, innocent at first before the tired look that he expressed on the field took over. He smirked, “Then why did you come here? You told me yourself that you wouldn’t go, and I know that you wouldn’t be here for Keith, otherwise you’re on the wrong side.”

Abby turned her head away from him, creasing her brow a bit while her mouth formed a tiny pout. He was right.

George sighed, sounding as if he’s been waiting to say something for awhile, “Listen, I know that you’re mad, and frankly, I don’t blame you. I was too harsh last night.”

She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see him run his fingers through his short, blond hair.

“I was just a bit confused at everything, especially the whole ‘Georgy’ thing. Ahh, I feel like if I don’t say this then I’ll never feel better!” He turned his green gaze to meet her blue one, his eyes portraying a half agitated half pleading look, “Okay, you were both right and wrong about not being my little Abby. You are and you aren’t her, but, even if you aren’t, I still want to see you. I still want to be your friend. I don’t care if you’re Abby or not, I just know that you’re here and she’s not. I want you to be here.”

Abby just looked at him, blinking slowly, trying to process his words.

“...I want you to be here... I still want to see you.... I don’t care if you’re her or not...” Did he really say all those things? Or was this some sort of daydream she was having to draw her attention away from the pain? If it was, then it’s working.

The whistle sounded, signaling the second half. Looking over to George, she saw that he had no intention of going back down. So, this isn’t a daydream, huh?

Even if she wanted him to be up here with her, finally together like it was always suppose to be, Abby knew that this couldn’t last, she wouldn’t allow it to last.

After all, Keith’s patootie needed kicking!