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Steve was getting warm up for a Soccer Practice, a lot of guys were out on the field kicking the ball, and sweating their ass off. Milton's Academy was close to winning the championships, not to mention Roy could use some college money for parties after High School. He ran up to the bench with his red soccer shorts and his red shirt with the number 9 on it. The socks he was wearing were uncomfortable, they itched him. None the less, he tried not to make it noticeable, he sat down.

His body was too sweaty, sweat was dripping off his face but he still looked good. The sky was getting dark and it appeared that it was going to rain that day. He grabbed a cup from the table that was on his right side, and went to the pitcher, he let out some cool water spill on the grass but he grabbed more and more powerade, he had a bottle of water, he let it dropped on his face, cooling him off faster. Someone yelled out his name, they needed him on the field, but he needed some rest. "Just a sec, guys"

He started taking off his cleats(soccer shoes) and then his socks, he was going to play barefoot, he got ready to go back out on the field, the coach never bothered him, since he was always on top of things. He covered his face with a hand as he looked far on field, it seemed to be a girl, but the sun was blocking most of his view.

Ashley stood on the edge of the field watching. Oh Heaven, sweaty hot guys all over the field. 'must have died and gone to heaven,' she thought to herself, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 'no, Ashley,' she reminded herself, still in her head, 'you're just at Milton.' She giggled slightly. Ashley moved her attention to the benches, where she saw Roy. He was kicking off his shoes at the minute, he himself drenched in sweat too. But even she had to admit that he still looked damn hot.

Ashley looked back at the field, these people actually knew what they were doing. She barely knew anything about soccer. Really, she only knew that you kicked the ball into a netty thing. Oh, and now she knew that some people could use their hands. Apparently old people were wrong, you could learn stuff from being online alot. She'd learned about soccer....but then again, she doubted old people really counted that as learning anything important.

Roy noticed was finally able to see who was up there on the field, it was none other than Ashely, he grabbed the ball and dribbled it, doing some tricks as he ran up to the girl who seem to be staring at all the guys, except the one that mattered. "Hey, what ya doing" He said as he put the ball aside, with his foot being on top of it.

He handed over his hand to her, to give her a firm handshake, but as he noticed he was probably to sweaty for someone like her to touch him. He extended his cheeck, awaiting for a kiss, he was just being playful at the time. "You want some Powerade? I've heard there's a party coming up. Do you have any plans yet?" He looked at her, she was great looking, he thought of maybe going up to her room and take some pictures of her, but he'd already done that with Anna, he kept on thinking of something else to do. As he looked at the back, the guys kept on staring at him,

"Guys focus on the game. I"ll catch up with you in a minute" He waved his hand, telling them to continue without him. In that moment, he bit his lip, he thought of the coach, he didn't look to happy. Yet he stood there, ignoring him.

She took his sweaty hand and shook it flimsily, giggling. "You've been playing hard, obviously," she concluded. Ashley giggled again, slightly. "Party plans? Eh, not yet. How about you, guy like you must have some type of plans already," she told him, raising an eyebrow slightly. It would truly surprise her if Steven Roy King didn't have plans yet. She took a peek at his coach, he didn't look too happy with him. She didn't want him to get into any trouble for talking to her instead of playing, but...she didn't mind the company. She had been extremly bored all day, and this was, as she called it, a boredome buster. She watched as he looked over at the coach, then turned back to her, biting his lip. "You should probably go back and practice."

It truly was a shame that he was busy that day. Ashley would've liked to hang out a lot more than it seemed would be allowed for right then. she flipped her hair over her shoulder, shifting her weight as she did so. Really, if he had to go, he should, no need to stay with her and get into trouble. Ashley might actually learn something from watching her school's guy's soccer team. Although, that might be a stretch. Ashley might have had some school smarts, but when it came to sports, she was pretty much useless.

He smiled at her and closed his eyes for a bit and looked at her. "Don't mind him. You know how to play Soccer?" he kicked the ball softly and it rolled over to her feet. His shirt was tighten against his chest, a bit sticky to say, he pulled it away, back and forth bringing some air to him.

He walked grabbed the ball with his hands and walked next to Ashley up to the bench, as he walked he talked to her, looking at her as they both spoke. "I am taking someone to the party..." he patted the bench and told her to take a seat next to him. "I don't bite, unless you want to" he laughed a bit, He poured some water on top of his head and it jumped off his head to the sides, he had just wet Ashely.

"I'm sorry, here have my towel" He took out his towel out of his bag, and offered it to her.

Ashley squeaked as the water hit her. She took the towel gratefully, taking a seat next to him on the bench. "You don't bite? Wow, there's a shocker," she teased slightly. She thought for a minute about playing her knowing how to play soccer. Oh, she didn't know how to play. Sure, she knew some basics, but playing? Haha. as if you could even imagine Ashley Michelle Smith being able to even kick the damn ball. "And to answer your question about me knowing how to play soccer, i know the basics. Now actually applying what i know to actually try and play the sport, haha. Yeah...let's just say you won't be seeing too much of me playing sports without dying in the process," she giggled.

Ashley smiled lightly and said in a bit more serious tone, "Seriously though. Me playing sports is like wishing for death...for me and anyone in the general area who could get kicked, hit with a ball, (or a racket depending on the sport) or are afraid of being fell on. I'm just not sport-y."

As he heard that he burst out laughing, he'd never thought of someone being so open about not being good at a sport, but this was a girl; one that he could have a good old time with. He grabbed the back of his neck and tried not laughing, he even looked away but kept on going. "Sorry, I would had never being able to put those sentences together. You don't have to be a pro to play. To tell you the truth, I suck at ping pong, golf and at....hmm no that's it"

As he was midway done with that sentence, he got more serious about what he meant, people didn't have to be great at everything, he probably was good at many sports only because he was a competitive person. "We should hang out more often you know hahaha. Guys here are so tense, they need chill and enjoy life"

Ashley smiled brightly at the prospect of hanging out with him more often. "I could live with that. Mm yeah, everyone needs to take a chill pill...or go get drunk," she laughed. Ashley didn't mind talking about her...well lets call it 'lack of ability to play sports.' It was just something that she really stunk at. Simple as that. "Ha! if i had to be a pro to play, i wouldn't have even tried badmitten after i attempted tennis. Badmitten was just...a complete diasaster to say the least. I think i hit my head more than the birdie thingy."

She continued on with her explaination of diasasterious sporting attempts. "Gold? Swung to far back, hit my dad, swung to far up and hit my head. ping pong? Don't even get me started with that. I tried a little basketball, it hit the backboard and came to my head...yeah.....I tripped and fell on my cousin when he tried to teach me how to play kickball...yes kickball. The simplest sport possibly created. It was fun! Like really really fun, and i'm sure everyone who kicked the ball in the right direction had even more fun than me..."

At this moment, his face tried to keep a smile. Roy kept on thinking on how much she had just talked without even taking a breather. He was tired, the soccer was probably done before she finished her sentence. "Are you hungry?" What's the quickest way to shut a girls' mouth, only by putting something in her mouth.

(OOC: I am not going the other way ppl, pervs)

"I could eat some food just about now. You know of a good place to eat at?" He grabbed his soccer bag and got ready to leave the field, he needed to take a shower, and go eat afterwards. He was intrigue, he wanted to ask her out on a date but he was going out with Anna as a white lie. Decisions....what would he do?

Ashley stopped talking for a minute to listen to him for a minute. Food...hmm...now that she thought about, she was a bit hungry. "Food actually sounds really good right now," she laughed. Ashley got up on her feet, not falling (wow). "Do i know any good places to eat? Well i'm not all that picky, so most places are fine with me. Anywhere you feel like getting something is good," Ashley added.

She played with her hair for a minute. It was very curly that day, and sure, she could have straightened it, it would have been a boredome buster, but she hadn't felt like working on the blond curls that particular day. It was a lot of work straightening all of her hair, and most often, she decided just to let the damn hair stay curled. She came back to reality, forgetting about her hair for the time being. "You should probably go shower. Should i met you at the diner to grab some food?"

He looked at her and smiled, he sniffed his shirt and agreed with her, he then looked up and told her."Yes, you're right, I've up for some steaks" He said as his mouth pretended to bite one off, "and a salad" Burst out laughing.

It had been a while now, he'd dated constantly but never really cared for them, he felt something with Ashley and wouldn't just give up spending some good old time with her. Sure she didn't know how to play sports but that was of importance, no not as long she had that body. It could be use for other means.
"Here's my number, call me in about half an hour. I gotta get some things done before I go out and eat" He waved goodbye to her, hoping to meeting her up later on that day.

Roy walked off the soccer field with his bag on the side and a bottle of water, he kept on drinking it, He couldn't wait to tell this to his pal, he knew about the "love feeling" that made him look so stupid. Just maybe he could give him some advice, he was an expert of being into a girl that you cannot do anything other than her.

(After you post here, close down the thread please. Pm about where to go out, I've thought of a double date, idk if that would work)

(alrighty.)

Ashley smiled and took his number. "Alright. Shall do," she answered happily. She tilted her head slightly as she walked him walk away. He was cute, very very very cute. There was no damn way Ashley could pretend that he wasn't good looking. And he was nice. Oh, he also managed to shut her up with out being rude. That was new, and it was a plus. So there was something good to think about. Ashley then realized he had disappeared completly, and she was standing there, in heels (even though she had previously said she wasn't that stupid) staring at air. She blushed and started toward her apartment.

Ashley tried to get off the field without falling. It, however, was a lost cause. Ok, so she didn't exactly fall all the way on the ground. She managed to catch herself before she collided with the ground, so that was a plus on her side. Finally, she managed to leave successfully.