Chapter 51

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*A/N: I'm back! Can't promise too much seeing as I don't have wifi at all times etc, but I'll definitely give it a go. I'm excited!*

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Julie's POV

"Are you sure you're okay?" I looked over at Christen with a mildly skeptical look. She's been acting strange all day, and even last night at Ashlyn's place. We were now heading to my house to have dinner with my dad, and maybe she's just nervous for that. I'll admit that's kinda cute if it's the case. But still, it's like she's holding back on something, something she wants to say, and isn't sure on whether or not to tell me about it. That, I don't like.

"Yeah, of course. I just-" Christen answered, but paused mid-sentenced. She sounded if possible even less convincing than the last time I asked. I was officially getting worried.
"You just?" I tried to get her to finish her sentence, as I drove the car into my driveway.
"Nothing. Never mind." She quickly responded, clearly still holding something back. I didn't want to be annoyed by it, but honestly it was kind of annoying what she was doing.

I didn't say anything back to her, only nodded in response. I can't force her to speak. We got out of the car and headed towards the front door. I wanted to take her hand, but it suddenly felt somewhat strange to do so.

"Julie- wait." Christen spoke as I was opening the door, but she was unfortunately too late. My dad was standing happily in the hallway, greeting us with a warm smile. The second I saw him I felt relaxed. It was something different about him, like he was more causal than usual, if that makes sense.

I looked over at Christen, and she looked if possible even more nervous now. I couldn't help but find her terrified expression adorable. I realized then that whatever she had wanted to say, it was not anything I should be worried about. Maybe she had wanted to warn me she was nervous. Nevertheless, I wanted to do something that hopefully would help her feel less nervous about the situation.

"Hi, dad. I want you to meet my girlfriend, Christen." I knew I was taking a risk with my words, but it just felt right to say so. We haven't officially said what we are, but I know for myself that I have been wanting to do so for a long time. It only seems right.

I looked back at Christen as I spoke, hoping to see a positive reaction. Her eyes lit up at my words, and she couldn't keep her beautiful smile back now. I met her eyes and I mirrored hers instantly.

"Christen, it's a pleasure to meet you." My dad spoke up and Chris politely took his outstretched hand. I took in the moment the best I could. I had honestly never pictured it to be like this, but only because this is beyond my imagination. This is perfect.

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Moe's POV

"You're gonna love my pancakes." Kling smiled as I watched her mix ingredients together from the nearby table. I took a sip of my coffee.
"Not as much as my macaroons, but still a solid number two." She added, seemingly proud of her not so impressive cooking skills.

"You mean the macaroons you buy from the store?" I joked back, earning a challenging smile in return from the other girl.
"I'll have you know I've made some excellent-"

"Kling!" I interrupted her sentence and pointed towards the now very smokey pan. She quickly turned around and lifted it up before dropping it again further away.
"Shit." She cussed under her breath, as she was taking in the image of the burned pancake in front of her.

I tried my best to keep my smile hidden, but the frustration in her eyes over a damn pancake was hilarious.
"What are you smiling about? It's not funny." She looked at me now, clearly also seeing the humor in the situation.
"It's a little funny." I pointed out, and revived a smile while she jokingly rolled her eyes at me.

"Want me to make toast?" I suggested, knowing she was likely not going to finish the pancakes now, not that I wanted to eat them anyways. She let out a sigh, before giving in.
"But I get points for trying though, right?" She looked at me as she sat down next to me.
"Yeah, you get a star, don't worry." I said back, earning a wide smile in return.

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"So I wanted to ask you something." Meghan sat back up from her laying down position in the grass. We had decided to take a walk in the park, and ended up sitting down by the lake.

"What?" I waited for her to continue. She suddenly seemed somewhat nervous, like what she was about to ask stressed her. I didn't know what to expect.

"This may be a little- it could be too soon, I'm not sure you're even going-" Kling mumbled some words, none of which made much sense.
I let out a smile, because seeing her like this was different, cute even. She's always confident and on top of her game, but right now she's struggling to form a coherent sentence.
It seemed to calm her down, seeing my smile.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Here we go." She paused to take a deep breath, before looking at me.
"Morgan, would you maybe want to go to prom with me?" She spoke the words so careful, yet determined in her ways now. I couldn't help but let my smile grow even wider.

I started nodding, in lack of words to say. She had been so nervous about asking me to prom. I guess I hadn't even given it much thought, considering I had my plans for prom quite clear for a while, and then after that went down the trash I just assumed I'd be staying home, or just go with Lindsey.

"Yeah? So that's a yes?" She asked again, a smile spreading fast on her face. I mirrored hers and tried to find some words now.
"Yes. It's a yes, I would love to." I spoke what I felt, and it was strange to feel like this. The butterflies in my stomach, the smile I couldn't wipe off of my face. I like the feeling I have when I'm with her, and I like who I am when I'm around her. I can't fully explain what it is about her, I just know it's different. Good different.

"So it's a date?" Kling spoke up again, wanting to confirm what I hoped was her indicating that she didn't invite me as a friend.
"It's a date." I said back, confident in my words. For the first time in a what felt like forever I was excited about what's to come.

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A/N: Giving you some cuteness for my return. Kinda short, my apologies. Next ones will be better! Feedback always appreciated:)

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