Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Wheres my text?

Everytime he picked up Oliver from practice we went for ice cream which happened to be every other week at the moment. It became more regular than not. I still was insistent not to text him. But When was the right time to text him? I put his number in my phone I called him Mr Perfect. Cliche I know but he was and I didn't want anyone except Abbi and Charly to know I was texting the perfect Owen Farrell himself. I still couldnt believe this was real. I told the girls, they told me just to text him - then at least hes got your number. We had a whatsapp group between the three of us and they would pester me every day to see if I had text him and give me a lecture everytime I said no. The what have you got to loose talk kept coming up it was like a broken record. I kept writing out texts:
"Hi its Amelia" "Hi Owen, its amelia" "Hey, it's the best fly half ever" "hey I've come to teach you some real rugby skills" do I put an emoji? Is that too much? Do I put kisses? Do I make a joke? Should I be serious?

Weve gone on a few ice cream dates now and we always laughed and joked. Well I call them dates, but I dont think he sees them as dates. He was becoming more and more like my best friend. But I still didnt have the courage to text him. On these ice cream trips he wasnt Owen Farrell the famous England rugby player. He was just owen father of Oliver.

I gave up and threw my phone against the bed as my body slumped into my mattress. The beauty of living on your own was the spreading out on your own bed. I'm dreading training tomorrow, the girls will not drop this ice cream date stuff.

This morning, I decided to run to practice only a 1.5mile run. I'll do that in 20 mins - easy. Everything was already at the training ground. So i just had to take myself. I strapped my phone to my arm and started running. In my headphones played "I cant fight this feeling" of course the glee version why not! What a choice of song. The whole time I just thought about Owen, what do I do? My "gay" playlist blasted through my headphones. I must of look so funny, running and singing. Let's hope no one I know hears me, that would be embarrassing.

I arrived at training all hot already as the sun beamed down on me. I changed into my training kit of course with 1001 questions from the girls. I shrugged every question off and got on with training. I played the captain card and demanded "no more questions" which was followed by a load of groans. I was like a mother telling their children no candy until after dinner I just didnt want to think anything of it at the moment. No one understood that. I didnt know what was going on myself how was I supposed to tell anyone else what was going on.

We got through training without anymore questions. I was so thankful. I just needed a break! I couldnt escape my own head. This was my only escape. When training was done, that's when the questions started coming. I explained everything properly because apparently my stories in texts aren't good enough. Abbi gave me a slap on the arm! "Hes single I think" which followed with "why aren't you acting on it then girl, hes clearly interested. He turned up to your game" "our game" I corrected which was followed with a few eye rolls.

I escaped the training room and went to set off for my run home. I rarely run there and back. Normally id catch a lift back with one of the girls but today I think I needed to clear my head. "Amelia" that familiar voice that sent butterflies through my whole body shouted as he leant against his car. "Need a lift" he smirked. As the whispers and giggles started from the girls behind me as they edged me on. Charly shouted "just go" she gave me the mum look As I turned and gave the filthiest look to the girls as they all burst into fits of giggles. It was like being in school with a teenage crush. When your friends try and set you and your crush up.

I walked slowly towards him "well I was expecting a text by now, but I was disappointed" I stuttered, this was like some stalker in a movie. "Come on I'll take you home, you'll just have to direct me" I rolled my eyes as I climbed in the car.