Him: Are you having fun, Darling ?
Alyssa: Yeah, congrats for your victory, it was awesome.
Him: Thanks.
Alyssa: No, I mean really ! You dominated those poor people from London during the whole game! It was almost funny to watch. Poor boys, they must feel miserable...
Him: They did score a goal, Aly.
Alyssa: I saw, yeah. That was luck.
Him: Luck? I don't believe in this thing.
Alyssa: How can you not believe in it?
Him: I don't know, but for me, it's a bunch of crap. I think everything happens for a reason in life. If they scored a goal, it's because they deserved it.
Alyssa: You're too good, Babe.
Him: Don't make fun of me, Aly.
Alyssa: I'm making fun of what you're saying! You're drunk or what? I know we are in a party but still! With the stupidities you're telling me now, you must be close to the ethylic coma. Go slowly please. I'd like to know who you are before your death.
Him: You're not serious, are you? Do you realise what you're saying? You're talking about my potentious death! Moreover, I'm still drinking my first beer.
Alyssa: Really, you're not completly dead?
Him: No, Aly.
Alyssa: So why are you telling such bullshit? Who doesn't believe in luck?
Him: Me, apparently.
Alyssa: And people winning at the loto? That's not luck?
Him: I think they just deserved it.
Alyssa: Deserved it?
Him: That's what I'm saying, yes.
Alyssa: Nevermiiind. I think I will never make you hear the truth so just accept my congratulations for your victory. You've been great.
Him: It's true that my team nailed it tonight.
Alyssa: I'm sure you did too.
Him: You think?
Alyssa: Yeah, I'm convinced about it.
Him: Then, your feminine intuition got wrong, you weren't looking at the right person. I did nothing in particular. No decisive action.
Alyssa: Too bad. One of the guys impressed me. I hoped it was you.
Him: Who?
Alyssa: The one who crossed entirely the field to the goal and who passed the ball to the other guy that scored the point. He really impressed me.
Him: The brown-haired one?
Alyssa: I like him pretty much.
Him: He is "liked pretty much" by all the girls. You're disappointing here, Aly
Alyssa: Why?
Him: You have the same taste as everyone else, here. The tall brown-haired guy, boss of the soccer team, that uses the ball better than no one else... The perfect cliché.
Alyssa: Maybe I like the cliché things.
Him: Like nearly all the girls, in fact.
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Phoneplay (translation)
FanfictionIn the Oxford high school, a boy in 12th grade plays with girls by sending them messages and makes them fall in love with him. However, he promises them one single thing : If one of them finds out who he is, he will become hers and will exauce all h...
