All Grown Up

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Harmony's POV

"Lucas! Hurry up or we're gonna be late for try outs!" I yell upstairs.

My dad stood next to me, swinging the keys around his finger. "We still have to pick up Chris, right?" My dad asks me.

"Yep." I sigh, "Lucas! Seriously, I don't want to be late! I've been waiting for this all year!"

Finally, my slightly older brother, appears at the top of the stair case. His hair was all geled up into a quiff; exactly how our uncle once styled his hair. He wore his fütbol shorts, along with a blue under armor shirt. He held his cleats with one hand and had his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Woo, there's my fütbol champ." My dad chuckles. I elbow him in the side as Lucas makes his way down the steps. I may or may not be the actual fütbol champ. Top of my division. I was the only Freshman last year to make the Varsity team at our high school. So, I'm actually the "champ" in this case.

"Oh, c'mon Harmony. You know I'm just playing around with you." My dad chuckles.
"Lucas isn't even half as good as me. He's on the Junior Varsity team."

"Listen," he sighs, "you're my kids so, in my eyes you both are very good at fütbol. Now, get your gear and get in the car."

We do as told and make our way to the Jeep. We would take the other car, which is a Mini Cooper, but my mum dropped Andrew off at Hayley's and then went to the doctor's for a checkup.

The three of us pile into the car, Lucas sitting in the back, while I rode shotgun. He starts up the car and pulls out of the driveway. The drive to Chris' house is quick, only about five minutes, seeing as the Clifford's only lived around the corner from us. 

When we pull up in front of the house, Chris is already standing in front of the house. Hopefully, he was only out there for a little while, otherwise I would feel bad. Today was hotter than usual so, my dad made us bring four bottles of water each. Knowing Chris' mum he probably had about twenty waters. 

Chris makes his way to the car and takes a seat in the back with Lucas. "Hello." He yawns. 

"Tired, Chris?" My dad chuckles. 

"Yeah, I was up late last night. I had a big English test today so, I was studying all night." He replies. 

I watch in the rear view mirror as Lucas passes him a candy bar. Although we shouldn't, we normally have a candy bar or down a pixie stick before a game or tryouts. It makes us hyper. 

"Thanks." Chris chuckles. 

"Are you guys trying out for any specific positions?" I ask the boys. 

"I would really love to be a forward to be quite honest." Lucas replies. 

"I wanna be a goalie but, anything is really okay with me." Chris explains, "Is there anything you really wanna do?" 

"Defensive midfielder. It's been a dream of mine for awhile." I smile. 

"That's my girl. Following in her dad's footsteps." He smiles, pretending to cry. 

"Duh. Who wouldn't want to be a defensive midfielder?"

"Me." Chris and Lucas say in unison. 

"It's just annoying." Chris says. 

"Yeah, especially when it's a girls team. Even worse, when it's our girls varsity team. They are crazy." Chris chuckles.