Concussion •Miniminter•

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     "And three, two, one," the Camera man counted as the bright light flashed into Simon and my face, trying not to blink.

     "Wait hold on; why are your wrist bands switched?" The man next to the photographer asked, his voice echoing down the tunnel at the stadium. I looked down at my wrist, which did have Simon's black wrist band on, opposite of the full red kit that I was now wearing. Without much hesitation I took it off my wrist, flicking it back at Simon and hitting him in the chest, like JJ had done before.

     "Ow Jesus Christ!" Simon yelled as he grabbed the pain with his hand. Not long after he took off his bracelet and flicked it at me. Right as he did that a flash of pain hit me in my right eye, causing me to squint it close and shield it with my hands. As this all unfolded, there were clicks of cameras going off as the camera man documented what was our daily problems.

     "Agh son of a bitch!" I yelled in pain as I could hear Simon trying not to laugh.

     "Are you alright?" Simon giggled as he came closer to me, hinting at me to release my hands from my eyes so he could see. As I did, I started to move backward but slipped and fell on my butt instead, laughing in the process.

     "I cannot handle myself," I laughed off, sitting on the ground for a moment.

     "I can't handle yourself either," Simon agreed as he held out his hand, cameras continuously clicking. I thankfully grabbed his hand, but as he tried to pull me up, he didn't.

     "Wow, I actually can't pull you up, you fatass," Simon jokingly bullied, triggering me to shoot up from my fall and slap him.

     "God you are so mean!" I complained, making both of our laughs and some from the camera crew to echo down the tunnel.

     "Okay okay, I think we have enough captain photos. Now we need to take some whole team photos," The camera man finally said, drawing us two out of our laughing daze.

     As we walked down the tunnel to our next photo shoot destination, Simon purposefully shoved into me, making me almost run into the wall. I, in return, shoved him a little harder, making him hit the wall. This went on until we finally made it out, where I shoved my whole body weight into him, making him fall onto the turf-grass and making me laugh.

     "Stop your laughing, it's too cute to handle," he commented as he laughed with me, my laughter turning into an embarrassed mess.

     Simon has a way of making me want to melt. Making me laugh. Making me feel like I belong. This week has been the most I've laughed in a very long time, which is why I never wanted this to end.

     "Simon?" I simply asked as I actually helped him up, not faking like he did before.

     "Yeah?" He looked at me as the others started coming in behind him.

     "Promise me we'll talk and hang out after this is all over," I insisted he did. He looked at me like I was stupid.

     "Um, duh, I didn't forget what I said to you a couple nights ago," he implied, when I remembered what he said, about wanting to go out with me sometime. As everyone was now on the field, I still looked to Simon, who has now made me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I smirked.

     "Neither did I."

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"Okay, here's the plan; we're going to have a 4-4-2 positioning at start, if things get rough we can always change it up. Here's where everyone will be playing at," I informed my team as I showed them a paper I made earlier.