Chapter 62

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"I love you babe. Good luck," I said, giving Rob a hug.

"Why can't you come?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"We've been over this. I'm not coming, alright?"

"Fine. I'll see you when we get back then," he said, sighing. I nodded and he boarded the bus. I felt a tap on my shoulder, then turned around. There stood Julian, Tom, and Danny.

"Bye Alex," Tom said, giving me a hug. I smiled.

"Good luck Tom. I know you'll pull it out," I said. He nodded and boarded the team bus as well. Next in line was Danny.

"Bye Alex," Danny said, giving me a quick hug as well.

"I expect at least one touchdown from you, Amendola," I said jokingly. He smiled and boarded the bus. The last one left was Julian.

"Bye Alex," he said, and he too gave me a hug. I smiled.

"I expect great things from you, Jules. Good luck." I tousled his hair. "And have a good time down in Texas for me, ya here?" I said in a Southern accent. Julian grinned crookedly and boarded. I waved the boys off as they started their trip to Texas.

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I sat on the couch, absolutely screaming at the TV.

31-31.

Against the Texans.

The Texans were 2-9. I sighed. Note to self: Always go to games so I could absolutely scream at the defensive backfield.

I watched intently. The Texans coaches were obviously going to expect for the Patriots to go for the touchdown. But we needed to throw a curveball. The Patriots were at the 30 and needed to pull ahead. Normally, I'd just run down the sideline and yell at Bill. But I couldn't.
Alternative 1: buy a ticket to Houston and go yell at him.
But that wasn't exactly plausible.
Alternative 2: call him.
I picked up my phone and called Bill.

"What?" he snarled when he answered.

"Look, you need to go for the field goal," I suggested.

"Goodbye Alex," he sighed, and hung up. I sat on my couch, dumbstruck.He hung up on me! Rude.
Alternative 3: call someone who wasn't playing. Stevan Ridley.
I dialed Stevan's number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey Stevan. You've been doing well holding on to that ball," I said, laughing.

"Haha. So funny Alex. What do you want?" he asked, and I could tell he wasn't pleased.

"Ok, I want you to go to Bill and tell him to go for a field goal," I said, still watching the game intently. "Tell him to call the timeout and then go for the field goal."

"Um...ok."

"And if he says no, tell him the Texans won't be expecting it. Also tell him to make sure Rob is alright, because I'm gonna be pissed if he's hurt. Go!" I exclaimed.

"You're crazy Alex," Stevan said, sighing.

"I know, now don't drop that ball!" I said, and he hung up. I stared more intently at the TV. Second down at the 53. Please Bill.

Timeout.
Field goal.
Won game.
Point, Alex.

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YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO I FREAKING DEA HOW PISSED I AM. I TRIED TO DOWNLOAD MIDNIGHT MEMORIES ONTO MY PHONE AND IT WON'T AND IM SUPER PISSED LIKE SRSLY THEN IT'S NOT SHOWING UP ON MY IPOD EITHER SO LIKE UGH PLUS THE PATRIOTS SUCKED LIKE SRSLY THE ROOKIE QUARTERBACK ALMOST BEAT THEM FACEPALM.
LOVE Y'ALL NUTELLA JARS
-L

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