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That One Time with The Football: Aron

"This is stupid." Soren grumbled as I dragged him outside.

We both wore matching Falcon's jerseys that were five sizes too big. Soren's black football marks were smeared across one of his cheeks.

"Soren it is the Super Bowl half-time," I told him. "Stella and Alisha won't play, Ames and Larkin are actually at the Super Bowl, Simeon is reading and Hudson is... well Hudson."

"Still don't see why I have to play with you." Soren crossed his arms.

"Because I gave you my seven layer dip when I didn't want to." I explained. "Football is easy to play, you can figure it out."

"I don't see why you can't make Simeon play with you." Soren rolled his eyes.

"You try getting him to get his head out of a book!" I laughed. "Just throw me the ball."

"Like this?" Soren threw the ball, it landed at his own feet.

"Come on, harder then that." I tried edge him on. "Put your back into it. You were the greatest villain on Malison, just throw it!"

"I never threw crap around!" Soren complained. "My weapons were a bow and a whip blade, not a stone."

"Just try." I held my hand out. "Aim for my hands."

"Like an arrow?"

"Sure." I shrugged. "Shoot."

Soren held the football up to his eye, studying it as one might study before an exam. He licked his finger and felt the wind, even though there wasn't enough to make a difference.

"Dude." I looked at him.

"I do this whenever I shoot." Soren glared at me. "Now I got to start over."

I groaned. "Just throw it!"

"Fine!" Soren chucked the ball.

The ball went right over my head and bounced over the fence into the back alley.

"Seriously." I looked at him.

"Yay sports!" Soren cheered. "Do the thing win the points!"

"You had one job." I mumbled as I walked over to the fence. "Just like the kicker, one job and you failed."

"Wait the kicker doesn't play the game?" Soren looked confused.

"No!" I pulled myself over the fence. "All he does is kick and they give him money if he makes it."

"I wish I could do that." Soren pondered.

"You wouldn't ever get payed."

I jumped down into the alley. My eyes looking for the football. I couldn't find it.

"Soren will you come help me find my football that you lost?" I called. "Hurry!"

I heard a bang on the wooden fence behind me.

"What are you doing?" I looked over the top of the fence to see my friend sitting in his but rubbing his head.

"I was trying to climb the fence." Soren glared at me. "It's like two feet taller then me.

"No, It's six inches." I looked down. "Come on!"

Soren moved a box to help him get over as I looked around for my football.

"Seriously where did it go?" I asked as Soren as he fell over the fence and onto a tin garbage can.

"I don't care." Soren brushed off the garbage on his arm. "Let's just forget about it and go back to eating seven layer dip. Ahh- I just got why I like that dip so much... Seven."

"Quite smirking like an idiot and find me my football." I moved some boxes, again not finding my football.

"I am trying." Soren grumbled.

"You are not trying."

"You're right, trying is hard. I quit." Soren ran back to the fence and jumped, again falling on his butt.

"Soren." I groaned. "Come on, maybe it bounced down the alley."

"I hate football, did you know that?"

"You only mentioned it like three times."

We walked down the alleyway searching for our football till we ended out search at the end of the alleyway.

"It's missing." Soren looked at me. "Gone forever, such a shame."

"Look Blythe." I heard a boy's voice next to me.

I turned to see a boy and a girl wearing Patriot shirts. The girl's had jewels and sparkles on her shirt and paint striped, her hair was in a tight blond ponytail. The boy's hair was white and black, his shirt was signed by a player across the back and looked as if he had been playing football all day.

"Looks like a couple of Falcons Enzo." Blythe smiled. "Wonder if they are looking for this?"

She held up my football.

"Hola!" Soren waved. "We Americanos playing Football!"

"We aren't Mexican." Enzo, the boy, glared at us.

"Well you must not be an American if you aren't going for Patriots!" Soren showed off his shirt.

Soren might not be a fan of football, but she sure was a show off of his team.

"How about we settle this in a game of Football?" Enzo tossed my ball to me.

I caught it with ease. "You're on!"

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I lined up noes to noes with Enzo, ready to hike the ball to Soren. I have no faith in him. Blythe could beat him and she was a girl.

"Hike!" I yelled as I threw the ball to Soren.

He jumbled it in his hands for a moment before Blythe ran into him, tackling him to the ground.

"Down!" Enzo yelled. "One more play. Score 24-24. Winner takes all."

"Soren can you get it together?" I ran over to my teammate.

"You should get open." Soren complained.

"You're barely trying." I glared. "Last round, just pass the ball to me."

"You guys ready?" Enzo smiled.

"Yeah." I chest bumped with Soren, he made a weird sound and clenched his side. "Let's do this!"

I got down and looked into Enzo's eyes. Ready to hike to Soren. Oh please don't get him fail again!

"Hike!" I yelled.

I threw the ball and collided with Enzo, keeping him away from Soren.

Out of my side vision I saw Soren running, Blythe right in his trail as he ran to the other side of the yard.

He ran into the fence and fell to the ground, in the touchdown zone.

"Soren you did it!" I yelled.

"I did it?" Soren rubbed his head. "Wait! I did it!"

"Good game!" Enzo fist bumped me. "Guess we will see you guys at the turkey bowl?"

"You can bet on it." I laughed.

Enzo and Blythe walked out of the yard, his arm around her back. Those two made a cute couple. I hope to see them again.

"My first touchdown." Soren gasped.

"Good job bro." I grabbed his hand, helping him off the ground.

He handed me my ball.

"Let's go finish the game inside." I said as we walked back in. "Stella has some football cookies hidden under the sink."

"Delicious." Soren smiled. "The Falcon's better win."

"Haha." I laughed. "They are forever ahead and it's half time, what could happen?"