A Day in My Life

Fun on the Field

I set my alarm for fairly early and when I woke up, I pulled together my outfit immediately. I wore my adidas soccer shorts that were somewhat short and a cute workout tank top with a matching sports bra underneath. Then I brushed my hair out until it was stick straight and pulled it into a perfect ponytail, not a hair out of place. I applied a little waterproof mascara and pulled on my cleats, socks and shinguards after texting Chris. 

When I finished, I checked my messages and saw one reading "I'll be there soon."

I smiled and brushed my teeth carefully before going to wait downstairs. In minutes, I heard the doorbell ring and I answered it quickly. The door opened to reveal Chris looking almost better than I had ever seen. His hair was pushed back like normal but one small brown curl hung down on his forehead. I checked out his nice soccer shorts, cleats and socks, and then (best for last) his tight fitting Real Madrid Ronaldo soccer jersey that clearly emphasized his beautifully carved chest and strong arms. I looked into his gorgeous eyes last to see his eyes doing the same thing as I was onto me. I waited politely for him to finish and when our eyes met he smirked a little, causing me to blush. I stepped back to let him in but before I could even utter a "Hi" i felt myself slam into a wall, trip, and begin to fall. 

Right before I hit the ground someone caught my arm and painfully wrenched me up. I heard a snort and Dylan sarcastically say "Wow. Graceful." I turned to see that it, of course, was him who I had bumped into. 

"What do you want Dylan?" I asked rudely. But to be fair, he had popped the bubble of happiness that surrounded me when I saw Chris. 

"Hey Dylan." Chris said kindly, high fiving him and joining in that weird Bro hug thing. 

I forgot they were friends...

Dylan nodded to him and said "Heard you were training Kota today?"

Chris winked at me and said "I think thats the plan, yeah."

Dylan crossed his arms and said "Well. Then you should know that she favors her right foot although she needs training with both and her favorite positions to play are forward and center mid although defense she's fairly good at as well. Goalie don't even try she gets scared of it hitting her face where because it did one time when she was a kid and she's been scarred ever since. Just stick to basic dribbling and passing skills maybe some shots on goal and cardio training."

Chris eyes were widened as if unprepared for this whirlwind lecture. I grabbed his hand and began to drag him to the backyard and he nodded to Dylan and said "Uhhh I'll keep that in mind, thanks!"

Dylan nodded and glared his eyes at us. What was his problem?

Once we got out into the backyard, Chris seemed to fall back into his relaxed self again and said "So, what did you want to do first?"

I stood up on my tiptoes so we could be face to face and I poked him in the chest. 

"You are the coach! Not me." I said with a smile. 

"Good point. Ok then lets start with... some stretches?" he offered. We held each move for ten seconds and I laughed at his lack of flexibility. Afterwards we ran small laps around my yard and talked until he was almost out of breath. Then we dribbled around the field and practiced some fun moves that I would probably never try in an actual game. After we all that finished he suggested taking some shots on the goal and I agreed. 

I grabbed my ball and went to set my ball up in the grass. He went into the goal and said "Ok! Go for it!"

40 goals and 3 saves later, he said "Time out! Time out!"