Also, the worst part about this whole thing?
Is that I can’t get up and get a cheeseburger by myself!
LAME!
Is that I can’t get up and get a cheeseburger by myself!
LAME!
Awh Tash, are you okay?
I shooooould be, as long as I don’t go running into things or tripping over more people!
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you okay Tash?
I’ve just been sleeping forever, and Tylenol’s my best friend, and pillows are awesome, so I’m kind of okay?
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Taaaaaaash. Alcohol and ibuprofen should work like a charm.
Wouldn’t it be kind of dangerous to mix those?
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The food sat uncomfortably in Tash’s stomach, her tummy twisting as the black and white ball was dribbled in between the small orange pylons, the older male acting as her trainer clutching the stopwatch and the clipboard as he watched her carefully, detecting any wrong moves she made, studying how she played.
The next game wasn’t until next week, but the blonde pushed herself to get out on the field and practice at least four times a week for two hours to make sure that she would be well prepared for anything she faced; it was last month that she had been taken down my some beast of a player (the brunette resembling the female Hulk more than anything) and had injured herself, so now that she was up and ready to play once more, Tash wasn’t going to stop until she reached near perfection.
The whistle blew and the Smythe jerked to a stop, her foot resting on top of the ball and she set her hands on her hips, inhaling deeply to even out her breathing and she looked up, pushing a few of loose strands out of her face as she glanced over at her coach.
“Alright, well your speed in increasing, that’s excellent because we need to be as fast as possible, the only thing we need to work on is you aim,” with a lopsided grin the male picked up the few items he brought and chuckled, “no more hitting the post alright?”
Tash laughed and nodded, bidding him farewell with a thank you and reaching for the water she brought along, looking around for the dark-skinned male that was going to be meeting her as she took a long swig from the bottle.
oh yeah, true, but it’s the heavenliest thing on the planet.
and football and rugby aren’t exactly the same thing, but if you’d like to learn how to catch, i could always teach you
Abso-freakin’-lutely, I can’t even disagree.
No? Woops, see what I mean? Football and I are just a no-no. Would you really? After this I might actually be able to try out for baseball without worrying about a black eye.
Well hey, my drills will be finished in about two and a half hours and then we can meet by the track? I blame you for any bloody noses though!
football, I was Westerville High’s starting quarterback for awhile. But soccer and volleyball sound awesome…wait, who’s never had a cheeseburger before?!
Impressive! I tired rugby once, and if it’s anything like football then I can guarantee I would just plain suck at it - I can’t catch anything for the life of me.
Devon! But I understand, he’s wary about what he puts into his body, and even though a greasy burger is like heaven on a bun, it’s not exactly the healthiest thing on the planet.
