Soccer and Hockey

Romano’s POV

          I was never a fan of sports. Not baseball, not skating, not dancing, but the one sport I loved the most was definitely soccer. Every time I stepped onto the field, my heart pounded, adrenaline rushed through my veins. At the sound of the whistle I was off, the first one with the ball, the one to score the first goal. It made me feel alive, like I was better at something than my brother, like I was finally on top. Like I was the best.              

Canada’s POV

                I was never a fan of sports. Not baseball, not swimming, not basketball, but if anything got me excited, it was hockey. Whenever I put on those skates, the world evolved around nothing but that puck. At the sound of the buzzer I was off. I was first to get the puck, first to make a goal. It made me feel amazing, recognized, noticed. Like I was better than my brother at something. Like I was the top. Like I finally ran this bitch.      

Narrator’s POV: Romano

                As Romano stepped into the locker room, listening to the screams and cheers of the fans outside, his racing heart began to steady. He smiled at everyone, his team members and the coach as they congratulated him, though his heart still blocked most of the noise. This was the first time in a long while that he had felt this way. Soccer season had just started and already his team was number one. He felt accomplished that he had dragged his team this far, he thought nothing could be better.

                Romano sat down on a bench, a towel around his neck as he waited for the showers to empty out. He wanted some privacy. Romano was usually always the first to leave, but today was different. He wanted to stay and practice more. Something was compelling him to stay, he didn’t know what, but something made him stay. What it was, he didn’t know.

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                As the cold water hit his skin, Romano ran his fingers through his hair. His heart was steady now but he couldn’t shake the feeling something wasn’t right. Someone was still on the field. But that could wait. As he messed his hair up, causing the axe shampoo to bubble, the feeling that someone was still on the court grew more. It had to wait though. It had to.

                A few minutes later, Romano shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. Quickly, he dried his hair and quickly pulled his boxers and uniform on. He wanted to see who was out there! He fixed his hair soppily before running out of the locker rooms only to see a woman in a large coat writing in a journal or notebook of some sort. He was stunned at the beautiful sight.

                “H-hey! Who’s out there!?” He yelled out to the girl. She looked up, and covered her mouth with her notebook. Romano began running to the other side of the field. She was obviously shocked, but still ran. She was too fast for him, but Romano didn’t give up. He chased her until she left the stadium completely. He panted heavily before slumping up against the wall the stadium. Damn….she’s fast! Romano thought to himself before walking back into the stadium to gather his stuff. Fuck training, I’m worn out! And before he knew it, he was out of the stadium and at home, finding himself to be thinking about that mysterious girl all day and night. What was it about her that made me like this? Who was she? Why am I so frustrated about this!?