~ Rilee's P.O.V. ~
"But what about -" starts Two, but I grab his arm and drag him into the house.
"-Nic?" He finishes.
"He can get his own pie. I want a big piece, so if he gets stuck with a tiny one, that's his problem," I invent wildly.
I grab a plate and dish out a piece for myself. Then I feel bad about leaving poor Nic out there alone and decide to go back and apologize. I grab a second plate, put a piece of pie on it, grab two forks, and head back out to the porch.
"We still need to create lineups, so I brought us dessert..." I begin, still a bit flustered.
"Thanks..." Nic replies, looking equally uncomfortable about the prior situation.
"Okay, so we have seventeen players and eleven spots on the starting lineups with six subs," I start.
Nic picks up the pen and pad of paper.
Our team consists of both of us, Greg, Brian, Nate, Matt, Kenneth, Ryan, Liam, Alex, Michael, James, Josh, Jackson, Mark, Sam, and Paul."
Nic nods quickly.
"We'll play two fullbacks and two defensive mids instead of one defensive mid, two fullbacks, and a sweep. So now we need to figure out who works best where. I'm fullback, and you're striker, so we have fifteen left to figure out. Greg and Brian are excellent keepers, and each can play half of every game. Sam and Paul are best as defensive mids, and they work well together. That leaves eleven.
I pause, and let Nic write this down. I peer over his shoulder to read what he's written:
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Greg + Brian - keepers
Rilee + - fullbacks
Sam + Paul - defensive mids
- offensive mids
- forwards
- center
Nic - striker
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"Okay. Alex and I were fullback partners last year, so I think that's a good thing to leave as is. Jake and Josh were our offensive mids last year, so that can stay the same. Kenneth and Ryan had good on-field chemistry at tryouts, so they should be our forwards. Mark did excellent at tryouts, and communicated well, so he can be the last on our starting lineup as center. You can choose what each sub will play."
Nic scribbles down the information at lightning speed, and jots down a few more things. He places down his pencil, and I review the list:
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Greg + Brian - keepers
Rilee + Alex - fullbacks
Sam + Paul - defensive mids
Jake + Josh - offensive mids
Kenneth + Ryan - forwards
Mark- center
Nic - striker
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Subs:
Jackson - offensive mid
Michael - forward
Nate - forward
Matt - center
Liam - striker
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I nod approvingly. "Perfect! Now to work on drills for practice... or do you want to get some sleep and tackle this tomorrow after school?" I ask Nic, who yawns.
"I'll take that as a vote for option two," I laugh.
Nic nods.
"G'night Nic," I say softly.
"Night, Rilee," he replies.
I head inside, and crash on the couch; too tired to walk the couple of extra steps to my room.
As I close my eyes and drift off, I remember the odd scene at lunch. I fall asleep, still thinking about it.
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Friends With a Greaser
FanfictionMeet Rilee-Ann, twin sister of Sodapop Curtis. She goes by Rilee though, and so help you if you call her by her real first name. She's one of the only girls in the gang and quite possibly the toughest member. She is 16 years old, and has been dating...
