My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 2

"It's cool out," I said, as we stepped out of Michelle's car.

"I love this time of year," she sang. "Especially when the leaves begin to change."

I looked around at the colorful leaves as we headed up into the bleachers.

"Is that Emily Winston?" I heard people asking as I found my spot on the bleachers.

"I hate it when it gets cold," I said, watching as the boys' soccer team warmed up.

"Well it's not cold yet," Michelle said, propping her feet up on the bleacher in front of her. "Just cool."

They called for captains, and I watched as Emmett and Parker jogged to the center of the field to meet the refs.

I knew that Emmett was a captain, he called me as soon as he heard, but I didn't know about Parker.

It was only a couple more minutes before the both teams took the field.

I watched as Emmett took a hit from his inhaler before taking his position as forward, next to Parker.

"Does Emmett's asthma bother him during games at all?" I asked Michelle, as the ref blew the whistle to begin the game.

"Sometimes during the cold games," Michelle admitted, as our team, the Mustangs, kicked off the ball. "But not usually, no."

I watched as the cross came off, and Emmett pounded the ball into the back of the net.

I cheered at the top of my lungs for him, a smile spreading across my face.

I've missed this.

The game was intense, keeping me on the edge of my seat. The opposing team scored in with a few seconds left in the first half, tying up the game.

The second half was spent with each team trying to punch the ball in, and neither team being able to.

Then, with less than two minutes left, Parker Adams had a breakaway.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he tore down the field, giving him a one-on-one with the goalie. And he slid the ball into the bottom left hand corner of the goal, giving us a 2-1 lead.

I never imagined myself cheering for Parker Adams.

With the little time left, the other team wasn't able to score, giving the Mustangs a win.

I waited for Emmett by the fence after the game, along with his little groupies.

"Are you Emily Winston?" a blonde-haired, fake-boobed girl asked.

"Yeah?"

"I thought you were in England."

"And now I'm back."

"Hey Em," Emmett said, jogging up to me and throwing his sweaty arms around me.

"Nice game," I said, hugging him back.

I stepped away from him and let his groupies at him. They surrounded him, flipping their hair and complimenting on him on his goal.

"Alright, well I'll see you on Monday," Michelle said, giving me a hug.

"See you."

I leaned against the fence, watching as Emmett flirted with all these girls.

What did they find so attractive about him? I mean, other than his looks and muscles, he's a serious geek.

"Why are you watching your brother work his game?" Parker's voice asked behind me.

"Because I'm so totally intrigued," I said, mocking one of the fake bimbos.