Y/N
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About a month after my Tobin injury, I'm warming up with Alex before a Thorns game and I groan as a ball hits me in the side.
"Tobin. Be careful. Come on." Alex says, sending the ball back to where it came from. "I'm sorry about her. She's usually professional."
"And then I show up and it becomes 'Kill Y/N Day'." I say and Alex chuckles. I sigh and take a touch before passing it to Alex who does the same for me.
"I think she just gets nervous around you."
"Please. If anything I should be getting. Nervous around you all." I say and Alex looks at me with her blue eyes and a small smile.
"Really?"
"I went to a USWNT game my freshman year of college." I say as we go get some water from the trainers.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I only had Abby's jersey and a ball. I had the entire team sign it. You asked why I only had Abby's jersey and I told you, and you gave me your jersey. I tried to give it back, but you just smiled and walked off." I say and Alex hugs me tight.
"You were adorable back then."
"And I'm not now?" I ask and she laughs.
"Nah." She says and I scoff.
"Bitch I'm hella cute."
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At 25:30 in the first half, the ball goes out and subs come in. Tobin and Allie come in for Sara and Mana, so I move to Center so Tobin can take left and Allie takes right. As soon as the game starts again, Tobin gets the ball and passes up to Alex, so I watch the Flash's forward as she rushes Alex.
"Alex! You got drop!" I yell out, moving into space to take the drop and pass to Tobin when she calls for the ball and jog behind her as she makes a run and take the drop from her so she can get to a better position before passing it back to her so she can score. I smile as the ball hits the back of the net and I'm swooped up in a tight hug from Tobin before being put back down so we can keep playing. At half, as we all sit in the locker room listening to coach as he praises us for our winning score at the moment, but all eyes turn to Tobin and I as Tobin hands me the water bottle Alex handed to her when Coach says our names.
"Y/N, Tobin, where's all this coming from? You guys argue every ten minutes on any other day that's not gameday."
"You leave your problems off of the field on gameday unless you want to lose or get hurt." Tobin says and I nod.
"We may hate each other every other day, but while this jersey is on my back, Tobin is my sister." I say and coach nods before continuing his speech before making the appropriate substitutions, which really isn't that big of a change, just our two center backs. After he does that, we rest in relative silence, aside from the team captains telling us what we could've done better and what we need to keep doing. When we go back out and warm back up briefly before getting back on the field, Tobin high fives me as she passes me and I sigh, watching the Flash forwards as they kick off the half. As the ball comes past me when someone makes a pass, I stick my foot out and intercept it and pass the ball to Tobin, who passes up to Alex before Alex sends it to Sara, so Tobin and I shift up with the rest of the team as Sara drops it to the back defenders, who pass it to me so I can lob it to Tobin, who crosses it to Alex for another goal.
After the game, I limp off of the field after getting landed on before the last whistle blew and smile at Alex when she asks if I'm okay. I nod and walk with her into the locker room and change before going to the training room to ice my foot, which ends up with me sticking my foot in a bucket of ice water for twenty eternity long minutes. As I dry my foot, the trainer looks at my foot and tells me that I'll be out for a couple of days until the sensitivity is gone, and that we'd go from there after checking on the sensitivity. I thank him and put my sock and shoe on before going back to the locker room to get my things. On my way out, I wave to the girls who are in ice baths and go out to my car before heading home.
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A few hours later, as I sit in my living room, on the floor in front of the TV, doing the splits for a reason I forgot, I yell at the TV as something I wasn't pleased with happens on my FIFA 16 game.
"Come on you fucking Canadian! You just had to hurt Press, didn't you?! Fuck you and your free healthcare!" I yell, but turn around when I hear someone clear their throats and feel myself blush when I see Alex standing there, an amused grin on her face as she stands in the doorway of the living room.
"What are you doing? Besides yelling at Canadians."
"I was playing FIFA and Scott hurt Christen."
"Scott?"
"Desiree Scott. She's on the Canadian team." I say and Alex nods.
"I know. Just wanted to test you."
"Hang on. Why are you in my house?"
"I've called you twenty times. You never picked up, so I decided to be neighborly and check on you. I see you're fine. I was wondering if you'd want to go get food, but I see you're busy with virtual versions of your teammates." Alex says and I grab another controller.
"Join me on the odd side." I say, holding it out to her.
"I'm good." She says and I sigh.
"Fine. Stiff." I say and she rolls her eyes. "By the way, how did you know for sure I wasn't getting laid? Like, bitch, I'm hella cute."
"You're too awkward to get laid."
"Ooh. Ouch. Ow. I'm hurt. I'm wounded. You are Desiree and I am Christen. You have injured me and now the Athletic Trainers are-I now see your point."
"Exactly. See you later." Alex says before leaving. I shrug to myself and laugh a little before picking Tobin as Christen's sub and resume the game. After that game and a win at the World Cup later, I turn everything off and get myself out of my mystery splits before going to my room so I can go to bed.
In the morning, I groan as I wake up to a sore foot and sore thigh muscles. Yeah, I know what their actual names are, but all of them hurt, so all inclusive for me is thigh muscles. Deal wit it. I roll out of bed and groan as I lay there and yell at my phone to call Alex and put the call on speaker, which it does.
"Good pet." I say, yawning.
"Hello?" I hear a man say on the call and I furrow my brow.
"New phone who dis."
"You're the one who called my wife's phone."
"Bitch nah, Alex is my wife, can I speak with her?"
"Who is this."
"Bitch, give me my teammate!" I yell and groan, waiting a few seconds when there's a short pause.
"Y/N? You okay?"
"Alex, how much do you love my awkward ass?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what you need."
"Could you help my limp ass off of my bedroom floor so I can put myself in an ice bath?" I ask and I smile as I hear Alex giggle.
"Yes, you awkward potato. I'll be there in a sec." Alex says and I just lay on the floor and wait for my savior to come heft me off the ground, when she does, I groan as she laughs. When she sets me in my bathtub, she smiles at me. "This is why we don't do the splits for more than three hours. Or for three hours at all." Alex says and I pout at her. "Stay put, you uncut, uncooked fry." Alex says before disappearing, I shrug and relax for a sec before what she just said clicks in my brain.
"Did you just call me a potato again?" I yell out and hear Alex laugh from somewhere in my house.
"Yup!" She says and I sigh. It gets quiet for a while, until Alex comes back with a 10 lb. bag of ice and rips it open after turning on the water and plugging the drain of the tub. After a bit, all the ice is added at once and I squeal.
"That's cold as hell. Oh fuck that is cold." I say and Alex chuckles as she turns off the water and does something on her phone.
"Twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes?!" I ask and Alex nods, laughing.
"Yes. You're worse than Servando."
"Ugh. That's who answered the phone? He's so annoying."
"He doesn't know you." Alex says, sitting on the edge of the tub to look at me as we talk.
"He won't know me with how he spoke to me."
"Brat."
"Hey, get it right, it's Queen Brat, thank you very much." I say and Alex rolls her eyes.
Twenty minutes later, Alex helps me out of the tub and hands me a towel before draining the tub.
"No more splits while playing FIFA." Alex says and I sigh.
"Fine." I say and dry off before changing and walking Alex out of my house so she can go back home to her annoying ass husband.