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THOSE OCEAN EYES ARE
SOMETHING I CAN LOOK
INTO EVERYDAY
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A HOCKEY TEAM LEADS THEMSELVES TO
VICTORY. EVERYTHING GOES PERFECTLY WELL UNTIL
ALEX IS MET WITH BLUE...
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I WAS CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT LIFE in the bedroom that I shared with my brother. My brother was blasting music "Can you turn it down! I'm trying to think," I say throwing a pillow into Charlie's face.
"Think about what? Banks perhaps. I mean come on Alex, you rarely think!" he teases.
"Never in a million years, Charlie, would Banks be on my mind! And I do think. I mean I am smarter than you aren't I?" I scoff.
"Yeah, right! What's going on between you two anyway?" he questions.
"Nothing is going on between me and Banks," Charlie rolls his eyes at my response. I throw another pillow at him and he throws one back. Next thing I know we were on the floor hitting each other with pillows and just having a great time.
After we calm down, we both continue what we were doing before our little pillow fight broke out. I straighten my hair and outfit before going back to my thoughts.
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A knock on the door echoes through the house but I ignore it. "Charlie? Alex? Somebody's here to see you," mom calls out.
We run out of the room smiling but to only be disappointed in the figure waiting near the door. "Hey, Charlie, Alex. How you doing?" Bombay asks.
We simply ignore him, "I was just, uh... walking around, thinking, and, uh... can you give us a minute?" Bombay asks my mother.
Mom walks anyway quietly "Thank you," Bombay whispers. Charlie and I both walk towards coach and we all sat on the couches.
"Listen... it was very wrong of me to ask you and the other guys to cheat, and I never should've said what I said to you. I was angry, I was frustrated, and it took a lot of guts for you to do what you knew was right. I admire that. And, uh... I just wanted to tell you that, uh... that I'm... oh, boy. This is difficult. I'm-" coach struggles to complete his sentence.
