Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #1- The Prize for Winning (Robbie Kay)

There were minutes left to the game. Cold, beady sweat dripped down my face, slightly brushing my lip. I licked them, tasting the distinctive salty flavor.

It was a sunny summer day, in the 70s, the perfect day for playing soccer. The other team had the ball, and the score was tied. It was the tournament, and at last my team and the other were competing to see who was best. The winner went on to Nationals.

One girl on the other team, number nine, dribbled the ball down the grassy field. My insides churned with anxiety. I quickly ran over, seeking an opportunity, and made my move.

I kicked the ball from under her feet, and ran in the opposite direction. I take a quick glance behind me to see the girl with a look of disbelief and revenge. I could practically see it blazing in her eyes, like and untamed fire about ready so go ballistic on me. I smirk and turn back around, focusing on the field in front of me.

I near the goal. Seconds remain. With one swift kick, I shoot the soccer ball straight into the net, where the goalie wasn’t keeping guard. The referee blows the whistle, signaling the end of the match. My teammates all circles around me screaming my name, each taking their turn to give me a great big bear hug.

I go over to the bench and gather my water bottle, taking a quick sip of lemon lime Gatorade from my water bottle.

“Maggie!” I hear a low, British voice say from behind me.

“Robbie!”

I run over to embrace him. Oh God, I was sweaty. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Great playing out there. Congrats!”

“Thanks, Robbie, you know how much your compliments make my day.”

All of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, Robbie smashes his lips into mine. I return the favor. After making out for at least a minute, we separate, both of us grinning form ear to ear.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He says, out of breath.

Robbie and I had been best friends since as long as we both can remember. I’ve had a crush on him since I was 12.

“Same.”

“Maggie, will you be my girlfriend?” Robbie asks with pleading eyes, pouting like a puppy.

“Of course!”

We kiss again, but only a quick peck this time.

He carries me bridal style to his car, and we go out for Starbucks like we usually do after each of my games.

Only this time, I will go as his girlfriend and not as his companion.

What an amazing prize for winning my soccer game.

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