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Blurb:
Rule #1 of neighborhood football: Keep your eyes on the ball.
Rule #2: If the ball hits your best friend's gorgeous visitor in the face, do not laugh.
Moving to a new neighborhood was supposed to be a quiet transition, but becoming neighbors with Malcolm completely changed the game.
He's loud, highly competitive, and completely obsessed with the dusty neighborhood football pitch. It's the perfect setup-until my best friend Milfred comes to visit for the very first time.
What was supposed to be a sweet introduction turns into absolute chaos when a rogue, supersonic kick from Malcolm's brother hits Milfred right in the head. The result? The entire pitch bursts out laughing, Milfred runs away in humiliated tears, and Malcolm is suddenly left holding a very squished hibiscus flower as a desperate peace offering.
As the weeks pass, the flying football becomes the ultimate inside joke, and our duo slowly turns into a trio. But between the shared snacks, sidewalk hangouts, and the way Malcolm suddenly seems more interested in watching the sidelines than the actual goal, the boundaries of friendship start to blur.
Can a love story that started with a literal concussion actually make it to the back of the net? Or did this relationship go completely out of bounds before it even had a chance to start?
Featuring:
β½ A chaotic, laugh-out-loud "meet-cute" (if you can call getting hit by a ball cute)
πΈ A sweet, golden-retriever-energy boy trying to make up for a massive mistake
π₯€ The ultimate best-friend matchmaker pulling the strings from the sidelines
β¨ Cute neighborhood hangouts, heavy banter, and butterflies.
Based on true events.