❝ g, you know me, i'd never tell. hey, as long as you do a good game and goals, what does it matter if you listen to the music that calms you down? ❞ logan asked, frowned ❝ and hear your team mates too ❞ he added ❝ it has happened i have listened to music too during the matches ❞ but nobody seemed to notice that. he smiled at what his friend said about the music ❝ of course they are. nothing bad with them, just a little out of date, but i admit they are better ― the old good music. the new is too much, you know? ❞ these they played at the parties back home sometimes, you barely knew what you were thinking. you couldn't think.
that is true. that's how dean di laurentis was ❝ finding his true love? right. yeah, can't hate him ❞ there was nothing bad john could say about his friends. no matter if all of the could fight sometimes, they were at the end of the day still friends ❝ i was joking. no gray hairs, no worries ❞ garrett worried about gray hair now after logan's joke? why starting to worry about it now.
❝ aren't we all idiots? i get that, she is beautiful. i hear that. it will be okay, g ❞ hoped it would be, so garrett doesn't have to think about this too much ❝ i find it hard to believe she stopped loving you ❞ or could people stop loving people so quickly? nah, or maybe depends on the person.
he hoped they would find everyone too soon. it'd be nice having everyone here, to meet up, go to parties again. talk too. not that they did much talking about deep things. not like he and garrett did ❝ don't think too much about that you will mess it up. maybe write down everything you want to say? ❞ yeah, good advice. why don't you do it yourself ? he thought to himself ❝ i'm guessing i don't have a choice, huh? ❞ didn't find a problem with it. wanted to find them as much as garrett. logan took a deep breath, unsure of where to begin.
❝ i barely know her, other than her name ❞ he started, paused a brief second. thinking of if she was here, how would he react? or act around her? ❝ i was on my way to a party, by accident knocked on her door when i got lost. didn't have my phone, i think. no, i didn't. i couldn't call and ask where this party was. i saw she watched a movie, stayed there to watch it with her when she invited me in. we ate gummy bears and watched die hard... and ❞ he paused again, letting the time passing by at least with a little more than ten seconds, or more. he didn't know ❝ i remember we kissed, and yeah, it lead to things, but not like you think. after i left, i got no clue if i contacted her again and i feel like an idiot. she seemed to be really kind and fun. not the type of women i normally would fall for. that is all i have memories of and now i am here in washington dc. what kind of idiot just leaves without contacting someone again after that? ❞ he shook his head. did it make sense? he rambled everything. it didn't make sense did it? ❝ a part of me hope she is here, so i can explain. another wish not, because i have no idea how to explain it. what if she doesn't remember me? i'd not blame her, or she remembers things different? i have heard this city can mess with people's mind ❞ logan started to bite on his lower lip ❝ SEE, now i sound like an idiot too ❞
john's brow raised at the mention of the jersey ❝ you will ask them nicely to change their number? just don't scare them, g. they will probably hate me if i take the number they are used to have ❞ it was just a number and at the same time it wasn't. it was how they were recognized out there, by their numbers and last names on the back of the jersey.