𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

you said it, not me.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

alright, don’t press your luck.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

bout time you admit it.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

… hm?

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

hm.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

@cecidiit

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

never said i didn’t.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

thought you liked it.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

/: rude.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

no, you can’t.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

yes?

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

no.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

a girl can dream.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

it’s sweet you think you’re the boss.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

me.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

who said?

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

you can’t say shit like that.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

/: unsurprising.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

. . uh—i forgot words.

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

good girl.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

. . thank you?

[𝓈𝙝͟𝙞͟𝙥͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙣͟ .ᐟ @ordealrewritten]

you all act like i’m so scary and evil but WHO prepares your food? i should be hearing more ‘thank yous!!!’

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

“of course i would, jackie,” melissa says, like it’s obvious. it wasn’t even that jackie was cool; she was. but she just genuinely liked spending time with her, even though there hadn’t been much.

“they’ll be fine as long as you aren’t in captain mode the whole time.”

[* 𝓳𝑎͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑖͟𝑒͟ .ᐟ @temporefixus]

there’s a snort because it’s mostly true, but she looks at her quizzically a second later. “you’d hang out with me?” she’s kind of surprised? sure the jvs don’t like her, she is pretty mean.

“your friends would be pissy if i started tagging along, i think.”

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

+ her. she’s always had a crush on jackie but she’s never tell her that.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

“she’s fast, but she has shit aim,” melissa says, biting into one of her nuggets, giving jackie a reassuring smile.

“i’m sure there’s something we can do to make it fun. maybe they’ll give you a wheelchair or something and i can push you around.” why she’s offering is beyond +

[* 𝓳𝑎͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑖͟𝑒͟ .ᐟ @temporefixus]

“shauna’s fast though, i don’t know how, she’s got little legs,” jackie pouts, finishing off her ice cream and then reaching for a chicken nugget.

her head nods, but she seems to deflate a little bit, “the rest of my senior year was supposed to be fun.. and now i won’t +

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

“coach is an asshole,” melissa scoffs, taking another bite of her ice cream. “you’re not bad at soccer. shauna’s kinda bad at soccer.”

words have her eyebrows raising and she takes her last bite before moving onto her food. “sounds like they deserve each other.”

[* 𝓳𝑎͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑖͟𝑒͟ .ᐟ @temporefixus]

“coach basically told me i’m bad at soccer right after the winning game, so that was a treat,” there’s another spoonful of ice cream and she’s shaking her head.

“once jeff asked me why burners get so hot on the stove, i hope shipman has a miserable life,” she doesn’t, not +

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

+ says, mostly because she doesn’t know what else to say.

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

“i don’t think i’m captain material,” melissa says, not sure she has the backbone for it. you had to be at least a little mean to be captain.

head shakes in disbelief because she does remember that party—and it was 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 ago. “i’m sorry, jackie. that really sucks,” she +

[* 𝓳𝑎͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑖͟𝑒͟ .ᐟ @temporefixus]

“i guess,” if she’s being honest? she purposely wasn’t paying attention, she’d been tipsy from the punch, she was crying. “you should try for captain next year, you’re pretty and can actually play. coach martinez would love that.”

another bite is taken and a humourless laugh +

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

+ baby’s dad?” she asks, head shaking. “no wonder you puked.”

[𝘪𝘢𝘯 .ᐟ @ad0ptiive]

“jackie, it’s not your fault. it’s not like you asked to get hurt,” melissa says, frown deepening before she reaches for her own ice cream; cheeks flushing. “well . . thanks. been practicing a lot.”

she nearly chokes on her ice cream, eyes widening. “wait, 𝘫𝘦𝘧𝘧 is the +

[* 𝓳𝑎͟𝑐͟𝑘͟𝑖͟𝑒͟ .ᐟ @temporefixus]

“sorry,” for some reason a lump grows in her throat. she feels so guilty, everyone had worked really hard. “i know i yell at you all the time but you’re really good.” god, she really does love her teammates.

she reaches for the cup of ice cream, a bite taken before she sighs. +