A Start

[Midnight]

Rachel startled as a bright pink ball appeared out of no where. She stepped to the side as a reflex. Once the ball landed landed on the ground, she went to pick it up. She chuckled at its color. The boys at her school always played with a pink ball thinking it was awesome or something since it was different. All the guys at her school were weird, immature. It was their nature after all. Rachel glanced up at Brad. "Since when do you like pink? The color doesn't match you. No wonder girls fall over you." She shook her head still giggling softly. She tossed the hot pink ball back to him. Rachel ran farther from the net giving herself a good distance between the nets. There was one reason, mainly, that she played as a defense. She eyed the goal. She ran three strides. Her foot touched the ball throwing it into the air. The black and white flew over the goal. She groaned to herself. That was why she preferred playing the back position. Sighing once, she ran to get her ball back. Her kicks were strong, for some kind of reason. She knew how to kick the ball nice and high, but never at the right level. She received her ball and jogged back to Brad. "I don't remember getting any of the colored cards. I guess I'm too good to get any." She grinned at him. Not that she stayed on the spot and waited for the ball to come to her, Rachel went for the ball when it was on her 'territory'. She tricked the other teams' forwards by just appearing out of no where, thanks for her speed. Sometimes, when luck stood at Rachel's side, the forwards would be surprised and take their focus off the ball. All it took was a second, or maybe just a little more. Then the ball was all hers. She would bring back the ball to the front for her team's forwards. But since her team wasn't all that good, the ball was normally on her 'territory'. That's when the fun got in, sometimes since she would get exhausted without resting for a full minute and always running around for the ball. Rachel passed her ball from foot to foot just for the joy of it. Finally feeling ready, she kicked the ball to the goal again. It barely got in. The ball bounced on the post, luckily from under forcing the ball straight down at a faster speed. She sighed. "Now you see why I play defense."

[huntersgotstyle]

“Do not diss the power of the pink soccer ball- It’s actually gotten me a few dates! Which is why Bridget was nice enough to buy it and always make me use it. It was her being ever so kind. But it really has gotten me a few dates- nothing worth more then one night, but a few dates” said Brad laughing. The girls had been sluts, just deciding he was the hottest guy in the area. He was always nice enough to take them out for coffee of something, but after coffee he ran like a mad man and never looked back. Brad watched her play, juggling the ball with his feet. She was definitely a defence player, her kick was extremely hard. But she still lacked aim, but that was a three second fix. Her and Bridget would make a great defence line- Hell they wouldn’t need anybody else. Bridget was more aggressive and really handy with her left foot, well Rachel was fast and had a very solid kick. Though the two would have to meet off the soccer field or they would hate each other and never have a chance at a friendship. “Nah- your just too pretty. Refs never give cards to the pretty ones because then they never have a chance at a date. Well except Bridget but you’d understand once you saw her play. You two would be an amazing defence line- without the other player.” said Brad and he realized he’d stopped playing with the ball and was now just watching her. When had that happened? He really needed to gain some more self awareness around her. Brad walked over and smiled softly, “Now you just need to control the power”. Brad didn’t ‘t want to give her two much advice because well she was a better defence player then him. But he loved making the defence think like forwards, it was good for them. “When you swing your leg to kick the ball you follow through, but you always go to the right even when your kicking to the left. You need to follow through to where your passing- it’s a forwards thing” said Brad adding the last bit as a side note so she wouldn’t feel like a retard if she had no clue what he was saying. Brad put his one hand on her waist to keep her steady as he grabbed her right leg softly and pulled it back. Brad brought her leg in slow motion in the same pattern it took but changing the follow through each time. Starting with her natural way, the right, and working to the left

[Midnight]

Rachel put her weight on her left foot when Brad picked her right foot and started moving it this way and that. "I'm rusty for a start. Don't expect me to be good now anyway. I haven't touched a soccer ball for two whole seasons, maybe more. I'm good during practices, but in soccer games my mind focuses on something else then kicking it properly where I want it to go. I'm stubborn. I just need a couple shots to get the hang of it again." It was true, Rachel in practices had good kicks, good control most of the time. It she needed was a distraction, a soccer game. Then her mind went on how she would steal the ball and so on. The ball went flying to the front when she kicked. Now Rachel could try Brad's advice. He was good to her, maybe too good around her. She didn't let it show and just watched him move her foot. Once he was done, she stool his pink ball. She smiled down at it. She rarely saw pink soccer balls. This one did stand out. She thought she'd better say nothing about it. She tossed the pink ball a couple feet away. Rachel stared up at the goal. Top right corner. That was her point, her aim. She inhaled a deep breath. She was ready. She ran the distance between her and the ball. She kicked the ball. The pink ball flashed through the air. If the post were a couple centimeters away would she have had a perfect shot, a perfect top right corner. But the post was there. Barely touching the post did the ball bounce back. Rachel laughed at herself. It wasn't that bad, even better then it would have been in a match. She jogged to go get the balls she through away. She grabbed one in her hands and jogged back to Brad with the other at her feet. She threw him his pink ball. "Now your turn, don't let me feel embarrass kicking here all alone. I know your good, you told me you were a forward. I want to see your kicks." Rachel did want to see him score. She just wanted to get some kind of idea in her head next time it was her turn, again, to 'try' kicking the ball in the net. She gave him a smile and gave him space to kick to the goal.

[huntersgotstyle]

“Okay, whatever you say” said Brad grabbing the pink ball and tossing it into the air. Brad did a bicycle kick and the ball smashed into the netting at the back. It had taken him years to figure out how to do it, but it made his game so much better. Though in some leagues the move was not allowed on or off the field. Brad grabbed the ball and tossed it into the air, this time when he jumped her angled himself so that his feet hit the ball but his body was almost in a straight line. He landed it horribly because you weren’t supposed to kick like that from a stand still but the ball smashed into the net. Brad then grabbed a ball and turned the other way, so he was facing the far end of the field. He stood their and drop kicked the ball, like a goalie, and watched it land in the far 18 yard box, bouncing into the net. “Okay your turn- I don’t think I have much else to show off” said Brad with a laugh but it was true. Brad ran down towards the far end to grab the ball the stood in all it’s pink glory among the netting. Brad picked it up and dribbled at a moderate pace back. He kept easy control of the ball, not giving it more then a few milliseconds without one of his feet touching it. That was a good thing about his dribbling, he didn’t have to run fast to move the balls fast. Brad popped the ball up with his right foot and started juggling as he walked back, counting the times it went from leg to leg. The ball dropped at 17 and he kicked it a few meters ahead so it was by Rachel. Definitely not his best but it’s not like he had to juggle the ball 50 times during a game. Brad looked around to see if anybody was around that he could try and get together to play a game but nobody was around- it was just him and /Rachel. Kind of nice but also kind of creepy, usually there was at least a few people playing Frisbee. But with a glance at the sun it was easy to know why, It looked to be around six or seven all the teenagers were home getting ready for their nightlife.

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[Midnight]

Rachel was amazed just seeing Brad that kick trick, one she couldn't do herself. His drop kick was good too. She never really liked preforming drop kicks because each time she tried the ball ended up shotting into the air and coming right back at her at times. It irritated her. Rachel hadn't tried much since she was defense. It wasn't that often seeing that kind of trick where she played soccer. She smiled at Brad happy for him. She stopped the pink ball from rolling away. She rolled the ball on her foot and tossed it in the air to juggle it. Rachel wasn't all that good juggling the ball. After 5 hits, the ball stumbled to the ground. She muttered to the ball. "I don't have much to show or got nothing. The coach says I,m good stealing balls and sometimes tackle people down, other then that I'm not a soccer pro like you," she said. Her surroundings weren't as bright as it was. The sun was setting slowly. She sighed. The day was finally getting to an end. Rachel didn't want the day to end so quickly. She glanced around once not sure what to do. Her eyes laid on the pink ball. Her head told her to kick the ball. She did without thinking where she wanted it to go. The ball flew into the air. She lifted her head expecting it to be beyond the net. A smile appeared on her face. The ball rested in the net. She quickly ran to get it. She stared up at Chase. "I guess we should be heading back. You can drop me at my place now that you know where it is." She couldn't come up with anything better. "Or we can stay here longer so you can keep laughing at me, I don't mind." She chuckled at the last bit. She tried juggling the pink ball again. It wasn't any better then the last time. After the 6 hit, the ball landed a couple feet away before she could even touch it. She sighed. Better luck next time.

[huntersgotstyle]

Brad smiled and said teasingly, “Laugh at you? I would never to that. Okay I’d never laugh at your soccer skills”. Brad grabbed the ball and kicked it softly towards the truck, ensuring it wouldn’t hit it. Bridget would have a cow if he dented the truck. “We have a spare room if you just want to stay the night, since your coming with me tomorrow” said Brad with a smile as he tossed the ball into the back of the truck and slipped his cleats and shin pads off and his running shoes back on. He rolled his eyes at the back of the truck, they even had a saddle in here. There was piles of tack, blankets and clothes with soccer bags shoved into the mess. Brad spent way to much time in the truck that was for sure, but he couldn’t leave this mess at the barn and Bridget would flip if he had the house this messy, so the truck it was. Though he had no food in it, thank god. “Want to grab a coffee- I promise it’ll involve less drama but I don’t know if I can keep the kissing part down..” said Brad with a laugh as he climbed into the drivers seat and pulled out of the parking lot. He saw something out the side window and slowed slightly, he squinted and noticed it was a small horse farm. Brad pointed at it as he watched a couple of horses run around the field. They stopped quickly and Brad continued to drive, his eyes scanning the sides of the road. He had a horrible habit of getting caught up in thoughts when driving and forgetting to talk to his passenger. He couldn’t help it though, he was a bit of a day dreamer.

[Midnight]

Rachel dumped her belongings in the truck before climbing inside the truck. Once comfortably settled in, she said, "I don't mind staying at your place for the night. Well as long as your sister doesn't mind having me around. And I guess it wouldn't hurt to get another cup of coffee, but don't attract girls this time 'cause I don't like it." She smiled at her last words. Rachel stared out the window as the drove on. Movement attracted her eye. She turned to see horses run in a field where Brad was pointing. Then she stared out her own window again. She wasn't sure what to say to him. She leaned her head on the door frame. She closed her eyes just to rest for a while. Rachel never was someone who slept easily in any kind of moving vehicle. She rarely did ever was able to rest in a car and sometimes it bothered her on long trips in cars during night. After several minutes she opened her eyes. Rachel glanced at Brad who still was driving. Maybe it was just her thinking seconds had turned into minutes. She yawned to herself. "So planning to do anything tonight? If you do, you won't have to have me around. I have nothing, well I don't have nothing planned for the whole week. Okay maybe arrange my apartment, but that always can come later." She sighed thinking about the mess she would be cleaning and placing away. She grunted and moved it out of her head since she didn't have to worry about that now.