he made a no look shot with his heel. “Tada!” he quickly went into celebration, then pivoted and darted straight toward you for your sweet praise he was addicted to.

the two of you were in a relationship. but it was more of an odd friendship and dating at the same time. you rarely ever acted like an actual couple. nothing changed when you went from best friends to a couple.

you were both equally crazy and weird. you acted just like he did, but not as bad as how he was. he was awfully aggressive, especially when it came to protecting you. but you werent. that was one of your little differences.

the both of you were playing a fake little playful match. you and him were amazing at soccer together and had an impeccable chemical reaction. it was a 4v2, and yes, the two of you were winning.

he launched himself onto your back from behind. you two had made a deal. once he made five goals in a row, he could get as much praise and affection and spending time together as he wanted.

“I did it! I wanna play football with you forever!” he tackled you to the ground, still clinging to you and hugging you from behind. the other team was exhausted and irritated.