Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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Honestly, I do not like this chapter. I erased what I had and rewrote it, which is why it's pretty late (double upload though) and then rewrote it again and again and again. Finally, I gave up on trying to make it flow better, and this was the best I could come up with. I'm not good with violence or torture, which is why I'm writing sappy romance stories and not action.... Duh :P

Anywhooore, I'm sorry if it seems rushed, I cut back a lot of chapters because they were in Bry's POV and Emmie's POV, and I wanted to save that stuff for their story "Let's Go Home". 

READ NOW O_O Haha, just kidding, take your time... >.>

Chapter Siete

[Angel’s POV]

            “Hey! Get over here, Bry! Let me tag you!” Emmie called across the field. He grabbed Bry’s hand and pulled him close, kissing his neck and left his face in the crook of his neck for a good while and pulled away with a huge grin on his face.

“Emmanuel!” Bry screamed and put his hand to his neck. “Ugh! If that bruises, my parents are going to kill you!” he yelled. Emmie, who didn’t seem to mind that comment, took Bry’s face into his hands and looked at him for a moment. They seemed to have said everything that needed to be said through their eyes, because soon, Emmie sighed and kissed Bry’s nose.

“Sorry,” I heard him whispered from my spot on the grass.

I felt a slight pang of jealousy; not of them, of their relationship really. I never had a relationship like that, were you can tell what the other was thinking by just looking into their eyes. I haven’t experienced great heart break, or true love; I believed I was too young for my mind to handle it, but I knew, somewhere, I just didn’t want it yet.

Even though I didn’t think I was ready for it yet, it didn’t mean I wasn’t longing for it. I had a hopeless romantic mind, though my personality didn’t let me show that side of me with anyone.

“Do you play sports?” I heard a deep voice ask, and I looked over at Emmie.

“Yeah, I play football and baseball sometimes; why?” I asked him and he smiled.

“We need another player to make it even. Come on, you can be on Bry’s team,” he smiled, offering me his hand. I grabbed his forearm as he pulled me to my feet. He patted my back in a friendly gesture. “It’s skins versus shirts. You two are skins,” he smiled, sending a wink towards Bry.

Bry rolled his eyes, though a light blush rose to his cheeks as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I did the same with mine and threw my beanie over with it. No need for that to get grass stains. “Wait, the teams aren’t even,” I said to him.

Emmie and Cyndy laughed. “Do you honestly think Baby Jay will play fair if he even decides to play this time? Trust me, the teams are even enough,” Emmie smiled.

I just nodded and sighed, shaking my head.

After the game, I understood what they meant. Jay didn’t seem to play fair, always grabbing Bry’s or my ass before giggling as we dropped the ball and he got it. Though, he couldn’t throw, or run for anything, so it wasn’t that unfair.

By the end of the game, however, I learned that Emmie and Cyndy could go pro, and Bry and I were proud we at least stood a chance. Emmie would go light on Bry, though Cyndy would take over for him, using double her strength to hold him down to get the ball.

We were lucky to be alive.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Emmie and Bry yelled after they started to leave for the car they came in. We were already at our houses, just hanging out in the grass in my front yard.