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A/N: I'm back, by popular request! Ahahaha... This story is me fantasizing and engaging in wishful thinking. It is about a specific person, but it's supposed to be a dream (not like a sleeping dream, like a goal) and dreams sometimes come true in ways that you don't expect. I consciously decided not to use any names in this piece to convey that. This could come true for me with someone other than who I was thinking of when I wrote it, or maybe it will come true for you or you (points at random readers)or you or you!
I dated a soccer player for a while. She was the sweetest, nicest person I’ve ever met. One of those people who is nice to everyone, not just to her friends. She was genuinely nice, not one of those people who pretends to like you and doesn’t. I always thought that if our school had a vote on who was the nicest person, she would definitely be a finalist. She was very cute too. Her hair was this rich mahogany brown, which I thought was the best color in the world. Warm brown eyes. Short. I liked that. I liked that when I held her, I could enfold, could envelope her in a tight embrace. I wanted her to feel safe in my arms, like I could protect her.
One afternoon, we walked to my house after school. It was early fall, but already most of the leaves were crisp and crunchy on the ground. Inside, we sat on my couch, cuddling. My eyes, when they weren’t traveling up and down her petite frame, were drawn out the window, outside, where it was one of those warm, golden fall days.
“Let’s go outside!” I suggested, bouncing off the couch to where my brother’s soccer stuff was dumped on the floor. I grabbed his soccer ball and headed for the door to our backyard, “I bet you can’t take it from me,” I teased, holding out the soccer ball.
“Oh, you’re on!” she responded, laughing and chasing me out the door. We ran outside, into my backyard, which was covered with a carpet of un-raked leaves.
I threw the soccer ball onto the ground and started kicking it around. Right away she stole the ball from me and started dribbling, showing off her moves. I stood and watched her spin and sidestep and twirl. Agile and athletic, she could change direction in an instant, go any way possible in two dimensions. She danced. It looked like the ball was tied to her foot with string, or maybe like it was simply a part of her body, growing out of her foot.
Slowing down, she turned and looked at me, with a question in her eyes, silently asking why I wasn’t trying to steal the ball. Because you’re beautiful my mind answered. I ran at her and tried to take the ball. She pulled it away from me, laughing as I ran past her. I kept trying, but she was too good.
Finally, I got tired of playing by her rules, and decided to try my own way. Scooping up a handful of leaves, I charged and hurled them at her, and then when I got close I grabbed her around the waist so she couldn’t move, and kicked the ball away.
I let go, and we both raced for the ball. I won. Now it was her turn to grab me. Instead of trying to break free I turned to face her and wrapped my arms around her. I fell to the ground, pulling her down on top of me.
We lay like that for a minute (an hour, a day). Silently, gazing into each other’s eyes, we lay holding each other, with her on top of me. Until I had to move, had to break the spell. She gave me a confused look as I shifted, with my arms still holding her tight, rolling over until we were both lying on the ground facing each other.
“Couldn’t breathe,” I explained concisely.
She opened her mouth to speak, to apologize, and I put my finger to her lips, effectively silencing her. Slowly, I closed the distance between our faces, and our lips joined together softly and gently.
We stood up. I reached out and plucked a leaf from her hair. Twirling it between my fingers, I held it in front of her face. She laughed and removed one from my hair, which she tossed to the side. I looked around the yard until I spotted my brother’s soccer ball, which I picked up. I held the soccer ball under my arm and led her back into my house.
Inside, we sat back down on my couch, cuddling and talking, until the sunset turned the trees into fire and gold. Even after she left I stayed on the couch, as night crept closer and hid the world which had accepted and held our young love, and benevolently given us one glorious afternoon to share.
LEDlorien7