Even though I respect Amy, I don't understand why the fuck she is getting all up in Emily's face. EVERY SINGLE FOUL, she is glaring at her, even though she can't stay on her fucking feet.
At about the 77th minute, the ball gets passed to Emily, but she misses the touch because Amy was pressuring her. Next thing I know, ref shows her a red and Amy starts getting up in her face.
I run over, "HEY! BITCH, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
She yells something back at me, but I can't hear it, because Tobin is yelling at Amy from behind me.
A few minutes after Dasani got sent off, Amy goes to take a freekick, that was ours and I shove her down.
For some reason, I get a fucking yellow card.
"SHE NEEDS ANOTHER FUCKING CARD! LEARN HOW TO FUCKING SEE!"
"One more word and its a red." Fuck this.
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The ref blows the final whistle. The game ends in a loss. At least Broon got a goal.
I rush to the locker room, quickly showering and exiting out onto the bus.
A few minutes later, Emily takes her normal seat, next to me.
"You didn't have to shove Amy down." She says.
"We can discuss this later," I growl.
"What's with you?" She looks at me, confused.
"I just don't like losing. You know this." Good save, Linds.
"True, true."
Shortly after, we arrive at the hotel. I grab my bag from under the bus and quickly make my way up to the room I share with none other than, Emily.
Right on cue, she opens the door and steps into the room.
"Why'd you shove Amy?" She asks.
"You want to know why?"
"Why?"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU! OKAY, I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I DIDN'T BREAK UP WITH RUSSELL OUT OF NOWHERE! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I TOLD HIM?" She carefully nods.
"I said, 'I don't love you anymore. I'm in love with someone else. HER name is Emily. She is this amazing, beautiful, sweet, funny woman. She was there for me during my lowest, when you didn't even bother to answer my texts. And if you want to know, I kissed her, just like you kissed that one girl, that one hoe.' I then left and went back to my parent's house and texted you. You know exactly what I said in that text."
"I-I love you." She says, quoting the text.
"I didn't mean it in a platonic way, not AT ALL. Emily Ann Sonnett, I love all 67 inches of you. All those dances. All the nights when we are laying on the couch and I annoy you by kicking you. I love you for you."
She stands there, shocked.
"Emily, p-please say something," I say, trying not to breakdown.
"I think I feel th-the same." As soon as she says that, I pull her into a hug.
I pull away from the hug and grab her face in my hands and kiss her. The first time, we were drunk and it didn't feel this way. It feels like the whole world is collapsing around us, and we are the only people left. It is truly indescribable.
I wanna give you wild love
The kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up
Let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine
I wanna give you wild love
We both pull away, in need for air. "Em. I-I truly don't know what to say."
"I do. I love you."
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