Hometown Love

Chapter Eight - Pleasant day, pleasant company

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Chapter Eight - Pleasant day, pleasant company

"I can't believe you remember that!" I said still in shok, trying to hold back my laughter, which was something completely impossible right then. We were still in the cabin drinking beer while sitting on the the floor.

"Of course I do!" Brody told me stating his fact. "There was only one more minute for the end of the game and then you ran the entire field and scored the goal that won the championship." He said and took a large sip of his beer as I stared at him, feeling a little bit amused. 

"That was a good game." I stated, remembering how good it felt to play soccer and be on the field running with the ball on my feet and feeling the adrenaline of scoring a goal. 

I just wonder how it must feel for Brody to not be able to play anymore. I mean, I stopped because I didn't have any more time and I didn't love it enough. But him, he was obligated to stop. 

"What's in that big smarty head of yours?" Brody asked smirking at me and I rolled my eyes. 

"I was thinking about how annoying you can be sometimes." I lied and heard him chuckle.

"Sometimes?" He asked, raising a hand to his chest. "Not all the time? That's some huge news!" He teased me and I puched him on the arm, trying to beat him hard but of course, he didn't even flinch at my touch.

"Actually, I was wondering what it is like not to play anymore." I told him honestly and heard his sighing. "You loved playing football."

"Exactly." He stated firmly and raised his bottle of beer to me so I raised mine too as we made a toast. "Everyone just come to me and say: Hey, why'd you stop? You were so good at it." Brody told me and I could feel in his tone that he didn't use to say that to a lot of people.

"Yeah, you were good. The best, probably. But even if you weren't. That was what you loved to do. And that must suck much more." I felt obligated to try and comfort him at this point. His head was pointed to the ground and I never saw him so vulnerable in my life. Sure, I didn't use to talk to him like this very much when I was younger and I'm just back in town for a few days but it felt more than that.

I moved closer and without thinking twice about it I rested my head on his shoulder, which probably surprised him, because he looked at me with his eyebrows raised and a questionning look on his face.

"Thanks." Brody told me and it ws my time to be surprised.

"I didn't really do anything other than be pretty." I told him, lightenning the mood and instantly I knew it worked because Brody let out a long laugh.

"I guess you're hanging out with me too much." he stated and I chuckled.

"Damn. I should've known your cockiness was transmissible" I joked and Brody poked me on the side, making me jump a little and hitting my hurt ankle on the floor.

"Shit!" I shouted in pain and took my hands to my ankle to see if it was even more hurt than before.

Brody immediately got up and knelt in front of me, with a look of worry on his eyes.