Unrequited Love | Miniminter Imagine
This is probably going to be have 4 or 5 parts to it so, lemme know if you want to see it
You let out a frustrated grunt as you kicked the patterned football towards the goal. A loud ding rang out as it bounced off the crossbar harshly. You ran after the ball, it had been the first one youâd ever gotten as birthday gift from the Sidemen. At the memory you ground your teeth in annoyance. The day had finally come when your unrequited love would be totally crushed into bits and pieces. You remember it exactly, how Simon spoke highly of her.
How Tobi, your best friend sent you a sympathetic look that no one caught. How the boys congratulated him and teased him. How youâd played it off so easily, no one even thought you could ever have a crush on Simon with how easily you reacted to everything. It was times like now, where youâd simply go to the local football pitch and shoot penalties and practice trick shots.But, most of all you remembered the spark in his pale blue eyes as he spoke of her. The same eyes that you thought about for far too long to be platonic.
Once again, those pale blue eyes clouded your vision, you ran up to the ball. With a newfound strength, you kicked the ball not caring enough to aim anywhere particular. You watched as it flew into the top right corner nicely, you turned at the sound of a familiar voice. âHeyâ you heard. You turned to see Simon walking towards you. You felt the sudden urge to run to him and greet him, you didnât. You stared as he made his way over to you. âWhatâre you doing here?â you asked him and ran towards the ball, not waiting for his response.
âI wanted to kick a few balls around for a bit, You?â he answered you stared at him a moment. He wore the same outfit from the Sidemen charity Football match, the same one youâd gotten to support them and had worn today. âSameâ you shrugged and placed the ball back onto the ground and taking another shot. You felt him stare as you ran up to the ball and it flew into the center of the goal. He placed the familiar blue and white football on the ground, the one from the match. He took a run up and kicked it into the same spot.
You ground your teeth in annoyance at how he did it with such ease. You both ran for your respective balls and placed them on the ground. âTop leftâ he murmured and you adjusted your shot and as if planned, you kicked the balls at the same time. They flew into the top left corner and bounced off the ground. Again you retrieved you balls, you picked the spot âCrossbarâ you told him and although slightly out of sync you took your shots. Yourâs hit the crossbar with a resonating Ding as his flew just below. You grabbed your ball and went back and just before you took your shot he spoke. âYou should play with Graceâ he said referring to his girlfriend.
You paused, holding your tongue from yelling at him. You looked up at him, he was staring down at you with those same blue eyes. You bit back a scoff and kicked the ball, this time with more force. It hit the crossbar, harder. The ball flew into the air before landing on the ground. âNo thanksâ you told him. It shouldnât have been taken so hostile. You hated playing with other people especially when itâs for competing, you assumed heâd known that⌠Everyone did.. âWhy?â he asked, his tone harsh. You turned to him quickly you eyes glaring him down. âIâm not interestedâ you answered simply. You walked way to retrieve your ball, seeing Tobiâs familiar Black Audi A3 pull into the parking lot of the pitch. When you came back he muttered under his breath. âOf course notâ. You turned to him, losing your cool. âWhatâs that supposed to meanâ you said, your voice harsh and on edge.
âYou heard meâ he said and you scoffed. âLeave me aloneâ you told him and he turned to you. âIs that what you want!?â he snapped at you. You werenât even sure why you were even fighting. His harsh tone making you want to submit but, your pride made you continue. You paused for a moment before speaking in an harsher tone. âYes, it would. Fuck off would you!â you snapped. His eyes went wide as you spoke with such a viscous tone. You walked off the pitch and towards the parking lot, picking up you backpack as you left. You felt a tear slip through but, you wiped it and kept moving. As you got closer to the parking lot, Tobi walked towards you. âWhat happened?â he asked you concerned but, you didnât speak. You shook you head and shoved the football into his chest. âAsk that prickâ you snapped and walked off. You left him and went to your car, a Black Range Rover Evoque. As you pulled out, you could see Tobi talking to a pissed off Simon.
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