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StarShine · 03-26-2011, 10:49 PM

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Originally Posted by JeshieRAWR

"That's cool, I had only played on a team for a couple of years, but I had to quit because of all the moving and such." Sebastian nodded. He could feel the tension between them rising and he knew that it was a good thing that they had seen each other now. Due to what was going to happen in a couple of days. Especially because the end of the term was coming to an end and he didn't want to be mean to Evan for the rest of his life. He didn't hold grudges.

"I was a Forward and sometimes I played Goalkeeper. What about you?" He asked, trying to make conversation. He had best bet that Evan was better than him but he didn't really care. Almost everybody could probably be better than him.

Shrug.

Seb rolled his eyes as Evan said he wasn't jealous and that it was himself that had the issues. "Whatever, I'm just here to tell you. Once something big happens, you better take that chance right then and there. Because it's probably never going to come back. Got it?" He said with furrowed eyebrows. If Evan didn't take that chance that Sebastian was going to give him, Seb would be regretful his entire life. He practically did what he did for Evan, to finally realize his stupid feelings.

Aww. For a moment Evan shared his pain with a short nod. If Seb felt any pain, that is. It had been pretty hard on himself, for one, when his parents forced him to drop out of the team. "From Italy?" he asked, his curiosity taking better of him. He was Italian, right? "Did you play for any big teams, or just the local ones?" Like, it would be so cool if he played for Inter. Then there was a possibility he had met Mourinho, the idol of Evan. Even dreaming someone he knew meeting Mou was amazing.

"A forward and a goalie at the same time?" he asked with a surprised laugh. Yeah, now all his questions were answered. He had played at a very local team, like the team of the boys of that street. Because no professional team would let that. Even though they changed the position of a player--like, pulling at the centre back from midfield--no one would let a player play at both places at the same time. Once decided, it would stay that way.

"I'm originally left-winger. But I can play as a playmaker in the midfield too." And actually, he had felt better as a playmaker in his last month of 'professional' football. Though it didn't really matter right now, all mattered was his practices. And then the team would decide what to do with him, if they would take him back in the first place.

...What in the Merlin's pants did that mean now? Was this desperate dork trying to teach him something? If so, it was not working. Looking at the boy as if he was mental, he asked "Just, what do you want, Sebby?" He held the ball under his right leg as if waiting for him to finish, so that he could go on practising. He didn't have time for all this drama. And he had been acting nice all this long, so the dork had better read the signs that he didn't want any 'You could have got Sophie but instead I did' stuff.

03-26-2011, 10:49 PM	#459 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by JeshieRAWR "That's cool, I had only played on a team for a couple of years, but I had to quit because of all the moving and such." Sebastian nodded. He could feel the tension between them rising and he knew that it was a good thing that they had seen each other now. Due to what was going to happen in a couple of days. Especially because the end of the term was coming to an end and he didn't want to be mean to Evan for the rest of his life. He didn't hold grudges. "I was a Forward and sometimes I played Goalkeeper. What about you?" He asked, trying to make conversation. He had best bet that Evan was better than him but he didn't really care. Almost everybody could probably be better than him. Shrug. Seb rolled his eyes as Evan said he wasn't jealous and that it was himself that had the issues. "Whatever, I'm just here to tell you. Once something big happens, you better take that chance right then and there. Because it's probably never going to come back. Got it?" He said with furrowed eyebrows. If Evan didn't take that chance that Sebastian was going to give him, Seb would be regretful his entire life. He practically did what he did for Evan, to finally realize his stupid feelings. Aww. For a moment Evan shared his pain with a short nod. If Seb felt any pain, that is. It had been pretty hard on himself, for one, when his parents forced him to drop out of the team. "From Italy?" he asked, his curiosity taking better of him. He was Italian, right? "Did you play for any big teams, or just the local ones?" Like, it would be so cool if he played for Inter. Then there was a possibility he had met Mourinho, the idol of Evan. Even dreaming someone he knew meeting Mou was amazing. "A forward and a goalie at the same time?" he asked with a surprised laugh. Yeah, now all his questions were answered. He had played at a very local team, like the team of the boys of that street. Because no professional team would let that. Even though they changed the position of a player--like, pulling at the centre back from midfield--no one would let a player play at both places at the same time. Once decided, it would stay that way. "I'm originally left-winger. But I can play as a playmaker in the midfield too." And actually, he had felt better as a playmaker in his last month of 'professional' football. Though it didn't really matter right now, all mattered was his practices. And then the team would decide what to do with him, if they would take him back in the first place. ...What in the Merlin's pants did that mean now? Was this desperate dork trying to teach him something? If so, it was not working. Looking at the boy as if he was mental, he asked "Just, what do you want, Sebby?" He held the ball under his right leg as if waiting for him to finish, so that he could go on practising. He didn't have time for all this drama. And he had been acting nice all this long, so the dork had better read the signs that he didn't want any 'You could have got Sophie but instead I did' stuff.