Crying in Wonderland

15 / plαчвσч schєdulє✤

Wassup dudes!!! and dudettes (that sounds oddly 2012...)

but hey - we hit 400 reads!

but 0 comments... and 0 votes... *cries*

seriously though, thank you for allowing me to reach 400! maybe soon we could get 500, then maybe onE THOUSAND?! could be in the books, never know. :-)

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"Alright boys," huffed Coach Erwin as he examined the stern and excited faces of the teen boys staring back at him on the benches. "this is your first game of the season. I only want your best out on this field, because your first will mirror how you end your last, capiche?"

An echoed "Yes, sir!" greeted the burly coach as he brought out his clipboard. His gaze flicked at each of their ready faces as he started to note down a few things on the sheet. The crowd in the bleachers started to fill with chatter and yells as people held up their colorful signs.

"You're at home, so it should be easier even for you lousy dogs. You suck here, you suck everywhere." He comments, and the guys laugh at the statement. 

Stuck between Taylor and a guy named Christopher Gonzalez with solid black hair streaked with electric blue, Aiden held a nervous smile down. He itched behind his ear with a brief tug of the lobe, feeling odd with his contacts in for the game.

"What's wrong with you?" Taylor asks with a perturbed smile.

"Ha, nothing. Nothing at all." Aiden answers.

Christopher glances at him with an eyebrow raised and a hearty chuckle. "This your first game or something?"

"Pfft, no. I've been playing since middleschool... it's just, uh, er—" Aiden stammers before Taylor lays a hand on his jersey clad shoulder to calm him down.

"Nah, Chris. It's his first game with us." Taylor emphasized with a squeeze of Aiden's shoulder. Chris laughed in response and shifted his socks towards the middle of his calf.

"You'll be fine, dude. Everyone has seen you practice already. You're like a mini fire bolt, almost as fast as me out on the field." Chris encouraged as the coach started to call out the starting line up. Aiden let a small breath of relief leave his lips as he nodded understandingly.

"Thanks, Chris." Taylor looked affronted as he snatched his hand from Aiden's shoulder in disgust.

"Excuse- did I not encourage you? Where's my thanks?" Taylor questioned with a scrunch of his brows.

"You didn't encourage me, all you said is that it was my first game." Aiden laughed as Taylor turned away with a cross of his arms.

"As usual, Taylor is an idiot on and off the field—surprised? Never." Chris remarked with a smirk of his lips, making Taylor turn back to his previous position.

"As usual, Chris stays a pain in my ass till the end of time. Nice to meet ya' you jubilant motherfucker." The three of them laughed at the insult, almost not being able to hear the coach's yells for the starting line up.

"Gonzalez! Johnson! Get yourselves on the field or stay your whiny behinds on the bench!"

Chris and Taylor rose as their names were called to their respective positions, left wingback for Taylor and Chris for centerback. Sly though, Chris hid a eyeroll beneath his fringe behind the coach, while Taylor smacked his shoulder.

As Aiden snorted into his hand, he heard a few chatters to his right. His jaw almost dropped at what he saw, but instead it tightened within his face.