Roller-coaster ride : c.h.

Games

It was around 10:00 a.m when I heard a stern knock on the door. Calum had left for the morning for some recording and writing sessions while I was inspired to write book number three due to my newly sprung romance. "Hello?" I said opening up the front door.

"Hi, I have a package for Alana South." The post man said reading my name off of the label that was stuck onto a fairly large box.

"That's me." I said taking the package from him and closing the door behind me. It was a package from my mom. I smiled at the package knowing how much I missed her. I know it might be lame and cliche to say this, but my mom is my best friend. Her and I didn't have a regular relationship like most mother and daughters do. I could talk to her about anything, even sex. Leaving my mom behind was probably one of the hardest things about leaving Australia. Opening up the package I was greeted with a note attatched to a photo album.

Dear Alana,
I miss you a whole lot. Here's a couple of things to show you how much I'm missing you right now. Well, we all miss you, but especially me. I hope to talk you soon! Love and miss you honey!
Love Mum. xoxox

Pulling the two items out of the box I pulled out a soccer ball and a pump. I chuckled at the two items she sent me. Along with it came a picture frame that held an old picture of Calum and I when we were both just starting out soccer. "Hey." Calum said as he entered the apartment and threw his keys onto the counter. "What're you looking at?" He asked leaning over the couch chuckling at the picture. "I remember that. You had a black eye for almost two months."

"How could I ever forget?" I giggled remembering the time I was playing outside with Calum. We were playing wrestlers when Calum and I got a little too rough and he accidentally hit me in the face, and me being me, I kicked him in the man hood. (huh hood. get it like his last name).

"How could you forget? How could I forget? You kicked me so hard in the balls I thought they would never work again."

"Yeah, and then my mum pulled me away from you so fast I barely had time to cry. She said 'You don't kick boys in places their bathing suit covers' I had to write you a sorry note and everything."

"You were such a rough little devil. You and Mali were such good friends and I used to get so mad becuase you would sometimes pick barbies over soccer."

"Yeah well I was still a girl. And besides I doubt you would want me to kick your butt in soccer."

"Oh please, you couldn't beat me if you tried." He said trying to make himself sound all high and mighty. Giving off a cockey persona.

"Wanna put your money where your mouth is Hood?" I joked smirking at him.

"We don't even have a ball." He scoffed.

I pulled it out of the box again as well as the pump. "Oh but we do."

"You're so on South." I jumped off the couch and threw on some shorts and a sports bra along with my old cleats that I kept after all these years.

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After about a half an hour of playing relentless beach soccer and sweating pouring on both of our foreheads, we were both getting exhausted. "Alright, next goal wins."

"What's the matter Hood. You usually put bets on a game if you think you're gonna win." I said cocking my eyebrows at him.

"Fine. If I win, you have to give me a blow job."

"And if I win?"

"Which you wont."

"And if I win?" I repeated.