Concussion •Miniminter•

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I rode with Jay, Emily, and Greg once again because Simon and Tobi went right to the pitch. Someone had to get their football stuff from their rooms, but don't ask me how they got their rooms unlocked.

I gazed around everyone at the pitch, tapping the pinkie brace against the football I was holding. We were all waiting for a random referee to come, but he was running late. We also didn't want to do anything in warmup, so here we are.

I was looking for Tobi. He was the one I was gonna ask about the girl. There was no way I was gonna personally ask Simon.

With Tobi being on the shorter side, I had to maze through the cattle of people to find him. I soon found the cattle I was looking for; the only one wearing a hat. Only he was talking to Simon. Shit.

I turned around and went the other way, not wanting to make it anymore awkward on myself, although I don't think they saw me. At least I hope so.

My next victim was Josh. Jesus this is so nerve wracking; looking around for my idols, asking if they know who is stealing my future husband.

By just standing here, I was able to spot Josh. Good, he was only talking to Lewis. With all my confidence, I walked up to them.

"He guys, how's your nose doing Lewis," I looked at him; he still had a brace on his nose.

"Still hurts like a bitch," he said.

"Mmm. I just hope it's gets better soon, and that the ass on my team that did that apologized for that," I chuckled, and Lewis smiled.

"Don't worry, he did." He promised.

     "Good. Who did it anyway?" I curiously asked. I looked to Josh, who was just silently listening, and looked back to Lewis.

"Ahhh," his eyes scan the pitch, looking for the person, "that guy," he pointed behind me to the right. I followed the line of his finger, who was pointing to Mikey, who was next to me when we were in a circle before. I laughed out loud.

"Really? Him?" I said, surprised. Mikey was on the short side, had glasses, and had a sarcastic attitude, but I wouldn't think of him kicking the ball into the face of Lewis. At least not on purpose. Getting back on track, I remembered why I was talking to them in the first place.

"Oh yeah! And Josh, could I privately ask you something?" I came a little closer to Josh.

"I'll see you guys later," Lewis said and went to talk to other people. Now it was just him and me.

"Sure, what's up?" Josh answered in a generous tone. He was always so nice.

"Okay- um, does Simon happen to know someone by the name of Maggie?" I tried to play it cool. I looked from the ground to Josh, who was staring into my eyes.

"Ah, yes. Maggie. Simon met her somewhere, I don't remember where, but he brought her to the Sidemen house one time, and she was pretty cool, at the time. Only about 3 days after knowing Simon, she was getting all 'personal and lovey' all up on Simon and he told me that he didn't like it, but he's still friends with her, although she can be an ass," he summed up. There was a pause for a minute. Josh looked from my eyes to behind me, but back at my eyes. That's good, they were only friends.

"Okay. That's chill-"

"BOO!" Someone's yelled as their hands grabbed my shoulders, making me scream like a child. I quickly turned around to see Simon laughing his ass off.

"Shit," I breathed as I put one hand on my chest and one on my knee, now looking at the ground. Simon was still laughing, and so was Josh.

"Ayyy I got you good!" He yelled as he shook me, still hunched over. I slowly rose up and looked at him.

"Fucking hate you Simon," I glared an angry grin at him.

"And I do not have dick pics on my phone you ass," he sassed at me.

     "Yeah, like I would want to see that," I said back. He smirked at me

     "Of course you would, babe," he winked at me which made me scoff. I hope he didn't hear what Josh and I were talking about.

     By this time the referee person was here, and we started the mini-match, the people not in the match sitting on the sideline. At the start, Simon and I did rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first; he won. He also won a smile from me when he victory-smirked.

     As the practice went on, there were good times, like when I snook passed Tobi and got a goal, and there were bad times, like when Mikey decided it would be a good idea to kick the ball a thousand miles per hour almost hitting Emily, or when I tripped over the ball and literally fell into Harry.

     It was a close game, 3-2, YouTubers won. Everyone was tired after, and I guess we were chilling here for a while, because we were now sitting and chatting, and I was laying on my back with my knees bent, just laying there. I was thinking about what I could do to improve the team, and relaxing.

     "Good game man," I heard Simon say to a team member. I looked over and saw Simon in the middle of a bro hug with Joey (I was watching Friends while writing this heh) another guy on our team, and they both sat down where they were. I gazed around; we were all just sitting (and laying) together on the pitch floor like a big family, YouTubers and all. Soon I looked back to the ceiling, so it didn't seem like I was stalking Simon and the dude. I heard a chuckle, and my gaze left the ceiling now to the hand that that was stretched outward, that hand connected to Simons body. Gladly taking his hand, he pulled me up and I sat like an Indian.

"Thanks," I simply said. He looked tired; his hair was this-way-and-that, his eyes were drowsy, and he was sweaty- well, everyone was. But he still looked great.

"Ay, we have the same wristband on," he said as he pointed to his black wristband on his wrist, which made me look at my red one.

     "Oh my gosh we're sooo twins!" I said in a peppy voice.

     "Here," Simon reached and took the band off the wrist, in which I tried to grab it back but his hand was too quick. He took off his and threw it at my face and he put mine on his wrist. I spun it around in my hands; it read Miniminter, Captain, and number 7 on it, which made it similar to mine.

"But why?" I asked him with a confused emotion, asking why he switched them. He just smiled to me.

"Why not?" He said back.

"True," I agreed, and without hesitation I took the wrist band and flicked it at him, hitting him in the cheek.

"Ptht- Ow!" He yelled feeling his cheek, and soon shot the wrist band back, but I dodged it like he did with the whipped cream before. Only it hit who was behind me, a wild JJ talking to Caspar and Harry. I didn't look behind me, hesitant of what his reaction would be, so I waited for what he would say.

"Ah, fuck you mate!" He aggressively yelled in which I laughed and looked at a scared and laughing Simon, which got the wristband shot back at him, hitting him in the chest hard.

"AHHH IVE BEEN SHOT!" He practically screamed and grabbed his chest and fell on his side, making everyone around us laugh. I quickly grabbed the wristband and put it back on my wrist to avoid more injury.

"You guys are such idiots," was all I had to say to these children.