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erikayosano:
“Just wait a minute, like one minute, I’m about to beat this gym leader—- Oh, I downloaded Pokemon Emerald onto my phone and now I feel like I’ve been transported back to sixth grade.”
“I have never heard from Pokemon since seventh grade. What pokemons have you got?”
If we want the truth we’ve gotta get it ourselves. Okay, how would you suggest..
lucianholden:
Ah, there you go. Pleased that he had managed to steal the ball away from her after his attempts of clawing at it, Luke smugly maneuvered it away and started quickly dribbling again. Now he was in his zone. He wasn’t a starting striker on the team for nothing, and if there was one thing that Luke knew he was great at in soccer, it was attacking. After all, it had been his job to score goals at the opponent’s net ever since he made the team ( and even before that ). With the ball in his possession and him on offence and Gwen on defence now, he was sure that if he tried a little harder he’d be able to get past her and shoot for the goal.
Not that Gwen was going to make it easy for him. If there was one thing that he was positive that the blonde girl had above him, it was ambition and drive. While Luke was made up of fiery passion that made him the boys’ team top scorer, he knew that Gwen had more drive than he did. What Gwen wanted, Gwen had to have. She was one of those people who would shoot for the stars and make sure that she got there.
Which was what made her a fun opponent to play against. Whenever they played together, it seemed like she was always pushing not only herself, but also pushing him to play harder than he was used to during training. She had that in her—that contagiousness of that drive. Even if it was only mucking around, she made him want to win so desperately, making him always give it all his best.
But he wasn’t one to show that he was getting all tense despite giving it his all. Luke Holden only played like a caged wild beast when he was angry on the field, and otherwise, no matter how into it he was, he would always try to keep his calm and make sure that he was relaxed on the field. There was no point in getting tense if he knew that it was only going to negatively affect his performance and make him restless. So he tried to not let her comment get to him, only brushing it dismissively as he lifted his hand up in a gesture that seemed to brush off the comment, a smirk making its way across his lips. “Nah, I told you,” he easily countered. “I’m gonna be making ten goals before we finish up today. So now come and get it.”
And with that, he shot past her and attempted on making a beeline for the goal.
As far as she spotted the ball, the black and white colored ball made it pass her as he kicked it. Right now all Gwen could do was only crossing her fingers--
SHOOT
--NO.
The ball made it swiftly into the goal post. Making Luke Holden won one against her. His performance was better. Had he been practicing on his own lately? Or maybe it was the girls’ captain who’s game and overall performance had dropped recently? Her heart was on fire. She felt that she could have done better. She shouldn’t have making it easy for him. How could he goaled one in just a few minutes of their game?
Captain Murray felt e n v i o u s of Luke’s performance. She knew it wasn’t his best, yet he had already beaten her down by one.
As much as she hated losing from Luke, her loathe wasn’t as much as how she hated to see his arrogant grin plastered on his face. The fact that he was better than her really annoyed her off plus his attitude about it makes her heart pumped faster. Her veins were already boiling as she anticipated that smirk of his.
She just wanted to destroy him.
I have to win. Win. WIN.
“Nice goal,” she congratulate him shortly. She still kept that Gwen-ish grin on her face, she has to. Being professional on the game is important. As it is to redeem her emotions towards her losing, it was also not to let him get the idea to provoke her even more.
Retrieving the ball back to the center of the field, she was ready to start the next game. Sweat was dripping over her head but did she care? Her determination was strong, she was sure that she should let her guard up toughly this time.
#Supergirl
hvntersd:
“—Check this out,” he announces, shoulders rolled back and knees bent. The skateboard under his feet flips over in one jerk of a motion as he jumps; back foot successfully landing on the deck, Hunter lifts his gaze to face the other, beaming proudly. Kickflips aren’t easy, but after countless scrapes and a much larger number of eyerolls from his sister over the weekend, he’s finally learned to do the trick.
This is a thing he does regularly—randomly picking up new skills or tidbits of knowledge about whatever catches his fancy. (Rarely are they related to academia.) This month, it’s skateboarding. Or who knows, he might get bored in a week and end up selling the skateboard to a willing buyer. Nevertheless, for the time being, Hunter is content to show off some more as he goes off on a tangent.
“Seriously, there are videos for everything on YouTube. It’s like a giant ball of random shit that you think no one would ever care to make a video about. Like, who the hell would wanna know how to drink an entire water bottle in one second? Except the video is fuckin’ right there and it’s got more than a million views. I gotta step my game up, man, cover videos ain’t gonna get me nowhere!”
Gwen was automatically astonished when Hunter did the kickflip. To her, it seemed like a magic trick, how the skateboard could turn 360 degrees so quickly. She immediately clapped her hands together and mouthed “wow” in response of his action. “I thought it would be a failure but man, you killed it.”
----Hunter may have already practiced skateboarding for awhile now but his skills were beyond amateur level, Gwen thought. He could learn things really fast. Kickflips in such a short time? That’s amazing, unlike herself who couldn’t even stand on a skateboard for five seconds.
“Well, I mean, YouTube isn’t always about the fame, right? As long as you enjoy what you do , why not continue to do it? Your covers are beyond nice. They are actually excellent like really really good. Oh! Oh-- and maybe stay covering your songs but maybe add some action to it? Uh-- Uh um-- perhaps like one of those K-Pop videos where they sing and dance and sometimes even play instrument? Um, I don’t know maybe even skateboarding while singing since you’re good at kickflips.”
“Are those horrible ideas? God, I don’t know anything about YouTube community. I’m sorry I can’t help much.”
lucianholden:
It was a surprise that Luke hadn’t been able to find the girls soccer team captain earlier, but then again, with him mingling on the dance floor—or well, what seemed like it—for most of the time since he had arrived at Eri’s place, he really wasn’t bound to bump into someone who preferred watching others’ drunken shenanigans at a party. Damn. He should’ve thought about finding Gwen earlier and maybe dragging her around with him to make her more comfortable and well, not just sit there.
Reminded that Gwen wasn’t really one for the center of the dance floor like he was, he had sauntered away from it and found her sitting in one of the chairs pushed back toward the edge of the room. He plopped down next to her, a grin stretched wide across his lips. “You want me to check the drink?” he asked, eyeing the content of the glass she held.
“If you don’t mind,” she replied quick. Gwen handed the glass to the soccer star. Alcohol wasn’t actually her favorite beverage. However, the blonde found the intoxicating drink so-so, it wasn’t as bad as she thought but also didn’t reach that level of goodness people described to her. She laid her shoulders back to the seat’s. “Does it have alcohol in it?” Her eyebrows arched towards Luke.
tashaflcming:
“My glasses are still on my face - right?” They reached upward, finding the spectacles, as was to be expected, missing. “W o n d e r f u l. Part of the costume, gone.”
This last part was whispered to Babe who, of course, had tagged along, and someone had thought, because of her name, that it would be funny to put a pig’s nose on her. She hadn’t taken to that kindly, promptly depositing it into the nearest bowl of punch ( somehow. )
“Find my glasses, would you?” Tasha said to Babe, but the white dog just looked up at them, canting her head and putting a paw on their thigh. She wasn’t too interested in leaving her owner in the middle of a slightly-crowded house.
Reaching out behind them, they tried to place their hand on the nearest flat surface, hoping to find something sit upon. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been to Eri’s house before - but in slightly different circumstances. And parties, even with friends, were a bit overwhelming.
Gwen Murray was talking to some of her classmates before the music got too loud. Most of them are surely too drunk to talk or even to keep their two feet at the ground. Being the person that she is, she directed them to the sofa so they wouldn’t fall on their on feet. Call her old fashioned but she still carry her responsibility to not let them fall to the ground as their right, good, and loyal classmate.
Right before she almost joined another crowd, her pupils caught the glimpse of someone. The music beats were loud. Should she approach them or not? The fright of making the wrong impression strikes unto her chest. But to Gwen’s sight, maybe they needed another company other than Babe’s. Breathe. “Hey, Tash!” Gwen called, smiling wide. “Erm--- do you want a drink or something?”
Slightly disappointed with her costume as Supergirl, she was still going to the halloween party held at Erika’s. Originally she was going to be Poison Ivy but then her grandparents forbid her to wear those as the costume was too provocative. Next her grandparents also warned to watch her drinks which basically translate to: don’t go home too drunk to walk herself home. No -- actually they noted that she should take care of herself good and make the right choices for herself. However to the blonde, it directly translate to that.
Come to think of it, Gwen rarely attends parties like this. The room was crowded --- even more crowded than the school’s hallway when the bell almost rang. It felt so hard to adjust in this situation (though she had greeted some of her classmates she met). Gwen Murray nestled to one of the seat available. Her eyes traveled here and there, adjusting into the unfamiliar scene. For once, Gwen had felt left alone in the crowded room.
The soccer captain grabbed a cup. All this crowd makes her throat dry. “Is there alcohol in it?” she asked, pointing into the bowl of liquid.
erikayosano:
“Are you sure? You really, really sure?” she protested, her lips jutting out in a pout. How Gwen managed to lead the girls’ soccer team and still get her homework done while keeping her hair looking like a blonde waterfall was beyond her. It wasn’t that Erika couldn’t write it—she just didn’t want to. English wasn’t hard; she just didn’t see the point in analyzing a novel she would probably never read again.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the lollipop sliding across the desk, picking up and twirling it between two fingers. “I knew I could count on you.” She grinned, though her eyes narrowed a moment later. Her attempt to appear intimidating was only a joke. She reserved striking true fear into those who pissed her—or her friends—off. “Wait—- Is there a catch it this? Like, is this your way of telling me to actually write a sentence instead of staring at it?”
Gwen nodded vigorously, trying to really convince Erika to do her work. “I am very sure of it. The faster you start writing, the faster you will finish it,” she suggested. She did try to make it sound less tiring than it should be. “And once you’re done, you don’t get to write anymore, right?” Gwen shrugged her hair off lightly so it fell on the back of her shoulders.
Erika looked like one of her five year old cousin on Christmas day when she passed the lollipop. Busted. Though it wasn’t her full intention to use the lollipop as a bribe. Partial, maybe it was her other intention. Instead of giving put an official statement, Gwen Murray shrugged it off. A grin appeared sheepishly on her face as she was caught by her friend on that other intention. “Maybe. But that’s good, right?”
While he had to admit that Gwen was better at carrying the team than he was, Luke would always be reluctant about admitting just how close her skills were to his. Which meant that there was no way that he was going to allow himself to lose to a game against the girls’ team captain, because that would mean that she’d be able to claim that she was better than him, and his competitive side decided that he wasn’t going to let her any of that. What are friendships on the field, really? He shot her a challenging look at her retort before he swiftly moved farther onto the field, dribbling the ball between his legs while Gwen tried to steal it from him.
“Come on, Gwen, you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he goaded her with a smug look on his face, doubling back as he rolled the ball under his feet and switched to use the other leg to dribble it. “Top scorer I might be, but you know that I know how to do other things than score too.”
Not long after he said that, though, it seemed like she really did try harder, —or maybe he was just getting too cocky and had let his guard down accidentally—because she went over and fucking stole the ball from him. Dammit. He gritted his teeth, his feet battling hers in attempt of gaining possession of the ball again. “Give me the damn thing,” he muttered, letting his left foot reach around her to try and poke the ball. When that failed, he shifted his body so that he was directly blocking her, clawing at the black and white soccer ball that they were battling for with his right leg now.
He totally fell for it. He directly took the ball without hesitation. He seemed pissed and that was what she aimed for. There was nothing better than playing with someone who had lit their passion. This is when the real game starts. Her ambition kicked in ton the time. She was even more determined to get the ball back. Her heart was on fire and her ambitions beggan to kick in. Her desire to win was there. Lucian shouldn’t win from her. She would never allow it. Hell, on this game she’s got to prove that she’s better than him.
She drained her lungs out, reaching and searching for the perfect time to get back the ball. His guard was up and it was harder to get the ball. Her attempts to dribble the ball from his rght was taking too long to do. Gwen sighed frustrated, if there was one of her teammates this wou;d have been easier. She could have passed the ball to her teammate and they could have goaled since minutes ago. “Are you even gonna give up yet?” she asked, fishing for him to come off arrogant so she could steal the ball.
Her feet moved her body in front of him. Gwen figured that it would be much easier to steal the ball from the soccer star. She should do it, she should steal that ball from him. Otherwiise she would never be satisfied.
Since deciding to spend most of his out-of-the official-practices time in the park when he felt like he wanted to play, Luke had rarely utilized the school’s field on days when there wasn’t an official team practice. Today, though, Gwen had asked him if they could engage in a little competition after school, and who was he to refuse? It was a good excuse to use an actual field to play, since he wouldn’t be playing alone—or against some people who absolutely had no idea what to do with the ball except blindly kick it around—and would actually need to score some goals. Good training too, —since Gwen was a formidable player herself—and anything that was actual training should be done on an actual field, in his opinion. This wasn’t kicking ball in the park, this was an actual game, no matter how simple it was.
Finding her already all set when he exited the locker room and walked on the field, Luke beckoned his friend to come down from the bleachers as he dropped the soccer ball that he had been carrying. “As long as you’re ready to watch me kick ten goals, then yeah,” he retorted as he picked up the ball again, this time with his feet. “Come on, let’s play.”
An eyebrow raised on to Luke, she loved it when they do soccer on each other. Her veins were pumped with adrenaline rush within. She got this energy rushing through her body. “You wish,” she snorted. That sounded like a challenge from her to the soccer star.
As team captain, Gwen would read some people’s abilities for the good of her team. Gwen knew all (mostly) of his tactics and gameplay after watching him play for dozens of times. Her fett didn’t match the sound of her heart. They were on different beat. Gwen tried her usual tricks to fool Lucian so he would lose the ball easily. Her feet coming back and forth, trying to reach the ball. Seems like the boy was getting better at his defense. “You’ve been practicing for your defense. Nice.” She moved the ball with the back of her foot causing it to roll backwards. Gwen moved the ball swiftly with her left foot back to the front, controlling it. “Try harder,” she glanced for a mllisecond to him. Her guard wasn’t too strong so that he could take the ball back from her.
Gwen dropped her bag somewhere in the audience seat. She was ready -- goddamn, it was one of the days she had been waiting for so long. She was more than ready. She also had finished her classes a bit earlier so she could do this thing. She was on fire. Maybe it was because she gets to play with one of the players of her school’s boy soccer team. For her it was one hell of an opportunity to make herself better and better.
Her shoe laces weren’t perfect. She sat on one of the seats to tie them nicely. Gwen Murray noticed that her hair might have got in the way whilst she play with Luke, alas she re-did it into a ponytail.
“Hey, ready to watch me kick in a nice goal?”
The word document for her paper was still pitifully blank except for the header and the title, which was somewhere along the lines of ajhskfjahsdf. Her sketchbook was still nestled in her bag, just begging for her to take it out instead of trying to come up with at least one sentence for some English essay she would probably end up bullshitting at midnight the day before it was due. How did she end up getting roped into a study session, anyway? Friendship truly worked wonders.
“It feels like it’s been two hours,” she lamented with a great sigh, slumping forward on the table, her cheek pressed to the wood before she sat up again.
It’d only been fifteen minutes.
“Can we take a snack break now?”
-------Gwen‘s smile spread wide across her face. It was no wonder that her friend would have asked for snack break after awhile. It wasn’t like Gwen also had the choice to not do this paper. She has to do it, due to the fact that the submission deadline was someday along this week, maybe, she wasn’t too sure after all. She had to make it now or otherwise she couldn’t do it because of her intense schedule this week.
“C’mon, it’s only been ten minutes or less.”
Gwen’s hand reached to the edge of her bag’s front pocket. Her fingers were picking up yellow coloured lollipop. It was probably lemon flavoured judging from the colour but Gwen herself hadn’t even tried it yet.
“But I have this,” she whispered, passing the candy to her friend’s table.
