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The Football Boys By BenRyans Characters: 6340

Updated: 2018-01-13 03:50


My breathing was heavy, unable to handle the intense pain I was feeling as I let out ragged pants of hot air. Beads of sweat dripped down the sides of my face, drenching my hair and making it stick to my forehead as I groaned in agony. My core felt like it was on fire and my arms felt like they would give away at any second but at the same time the burn sent tingles through out my body, and I almost enjoyed it.

"I can't do this any longer, Dakota." I said panting furiously as my chest rose with each breath only to fall, not certain if I could keep going.

"You have to."

"The game is a couple days away, these work outs will shape you up." Dakota said, patting my shoulder. I couldn't hold the plank position and fell to my chest, my face buried in the grass with no care what might've been on it.

"This is torture." I said turning over on my back, lying still and out of breath.

"Least you're with me." He said with a smirk before lying down beside me on the ground. I turned on my side, so that I was face to face with him, trying desperately to catch my breath. I was beginning to doubt whether I was fit enough for football but we'd been doing this for hours.

"Have you talked to your parents yet?"

"About what?"

"You know what." His eyes wavered from mine for a moment and it went quiet before he spoke again.

"No. They wouldn't understand. It'd only make things worse knowing that their only son is an alcoholic." He said, trailing off.

I nodded, knowing what he meant. Sometimes I forgot that so much pressure weighed down on him. It was expected of him to succeed, to be the perfect golden boy his father desperately wanted him to be to make up for his mother's imperfections, so it fell on Dakota to strive to be the best.

"Well, the first step is admitting it." I said with a somber smile. He shrugged before nodding in agreement.

"Wanna come inside?

he had needed me and I just fucked off, what kind of best friend is that?

"Hey, listen to me." I grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Nobody is perfect, nobody. Megan Fox isn't perfect, okay?" I said with a somber chuckle. He looked up at me with streaks of tears running down his face, but he still managed a genuine smile. I'd have to admit, even though he was crying like a blubbering mess, he looked beautiful. From his doe hazel eyes which were rich brown edged with a deep forest green that I always ended up getting lost in, to his ashy brown that I loved running my fingers through, his freckles that were scattered about his face like some constellation in the sky. I could feel myself getting sucked back into the black hole that was Dakota Moreau, the longer we gazed at one another.

"From now on, we tell each other how we're feeling, got it?" I said to him, wiping his face with the back of my hand. He nodded with a sniffle, before pulling me into a amorous hug, burying his face deep into the nape of my neck, and I could feel the wet tears falling onto me as he stifled his sobs. For some time we just sat there, comforting each other.

A/N short chapter, sorry but i hope you enjoyed! vote, comment and let me know if you feel bad for dakota!

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