Arranged Life - On Hold

#24 - Football

In football as in watchmaking, talent and elegance mean nothing without rigour and precision. 

- Lionel Messi

"Hello? Anybody?" I asked.

"I'm lost. I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. You know I have a life out there." I said out loud.

"Hello? Anyone?" I asked.

"Oh great, I'm stuck here - Ahhhh - "

"Haha, gotcha." Tyler said, holding me to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting you to the ground." he said, smirking. He sat on top of me and all of my air in my lungs when out.

"Ahh - " I whispered from the lack of air, "I'm squished!"

"I will get off if you take back with you said about me."

"Get off - off of me, I will never take back what I said." I whispered, trying hard to breath in, but can't, "Wha - What I said is what I said. And a fact is a fact, be - because you are a big - big fatty. Look at you - you're bigger than an elephant and - and you're heavier than a - a whale!"

He laughed and that puts more weight on me.

"You - you fat fatty, oh my god, I don't know people this heav - heavy exist." I whispered, laughing at myself."

Tyler laughed harder.

"And I - I think my ribs are about to break from your - your heavy weight." I huffed.

He laughed harder.

"So - so can you get off of me? And is - is this how you treat me? Treat me - me special and than sit on me like - like a chair? Do you see that I'm not - not your chair?" I asked.

He laughed and I put my head on the cool floor and try to breath.

"Is this how pregnant women feel like when they have - have a baby?" I asked, laughing at myself.

"In, out, in, out, in, out." I whispered.

Tyler continued to laugh and I waited for him to stop.

"All you have to do is to take back what you said." he said.

My head started to feel light.

"O - Ok, ok, I got it. I - I'll take back what I said about your weight." I breathed, "I can't take it. But - but you're fat on the inside." I laughed at myself.

He got off of me and chuckled.

I breathed in a lungful of air and felt like a mountain had been left off of my back.

"Ahhh, I thought I was about to die." I said, rolling over, so my stomach feels better.

I looked at the grinning Tyler.

"What the hell is your problem?! You know you're fat and you have to admit it yourself. You fat fatty." I said, smiling at myself.

"Fine you want me to sit on your stomach this time?"

"No, nononono." I said, lifting my arm, surrendering.

"But still fat."

"It's not fat, it's called muscle." he said, lifting up his shirt and I blushed, looking at his perfectly sculpted abs.

He pulled his shirt down and smirked.

"So what were you say again?" he said, smirking more.

My cheeks heated up and I slowly got up from the floor.