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Assistant: Title: We'll Make It Another Night
        Author: 6643904379cS 6643904379cS 
        Chapter: 6/10 
        Summary: In a universe where meeting your soulmate grants you the ability to see in color, Abram meets his shortly after the death of his mother, but... wait... he's been color blind all along? What kind of b@llsh@t is that???It won't be until he meets a certain Exy goalie, that he gets the rest of the color spectrum, and by then, he's already had nearly a year with his other soulmate, what is he supposed to do now?-----------------------In a universe where meeting your soulmate grants you the ability to see in color, Andrew finds his in the newest Fox recruit, but he's never let himself hope for anything good, not for himself, so why wouldn't his soulmate be straight, and already with someone else? Why wouldn't the universe screw him over again?
        Contents: Chapter 6: Chapter Five
    

    


      
        
          This was so difficult to write, I agonized over dialog for an embarrassing amount of time lol
            
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    When the others arrived, Neil was waiting for them on the court. He watched as Kevin propelled Andrew toward the home goal. Andrew was laughing about something, but Neil couldn't hear what Kevin was saying to him. Aaron and Nicky scattered b@lls down the first-fourth line, and Nicky rolled a couple Neil's way. Neil spaced them out at half-court around him.They started with drills, some of which Neil practiced yesterday and a few more he didn't know. The exercises gradually increased in difficulty and Neil grimaced a little as Andrew deflected every shot Neil aimed his way. It was only a little comforting that neither Aaron nor Nicky was scoring, either, but Kevin landed almost a third of his shots. It was a poor show from a former national champion, but it was also intensely humbling as Kevin had grown up playing left-handed. Seeing him take on Andrew right-handed was b@llsy enough; seeing him actually score was surreal.Kevin kicked them off the court for a water break after an hour and a half of drills, but instead of following the backliners and Neil to the locker room, he stayed behind with Andrew to keep practicing. Neil watched them over his shoulder. "I saw him first," Nicky said."I thought you had Erik," Neil said."I do, but Kevin's on the List," Nicky said. When Neil frowned, Nicky explained. "It's a list of celebrities we're allowed to have affairs with. Kevin is my number three."Neil pretended to understand and changed the topic. "How does anyone lose against the Foxes with Andrew in your goal?""He's good, right? But Andrew sat out most of last year." Nicky shrugged. "Coach didn't need a third goalie when he signed us, so Andrew was a bench warmer up until November. Then the ERC threatened to revoke our Class I status and fire Coach if we didn't start winning more often. Coach bribed Andrew into saving our collective @ss@s with some really nice booze.""Bribed?" Neil echoed."Andrew's good," Nicky said again, "but it doesn't really matter to him if we win or lose. You want him to care, you gotta give him incentive.”Neil wondered what the incentive was for the break-in, surely the withdrawal was unpleasant, but Andrew had been determined to snoop through their things anyway, why? Just curiosity seemed like too shallow a reason.Still, "He can't play like that and not care." "Now you sound like Kevin. You'll find out the hard way, same as Kevin did. Kevin gave Andrew a lot of grief this spring," Nicky said as they pushed their way into the locker room. Aaron went ahead of them to the water fountain and Nicky propped himself against the wall to watch Neil. "Andrew walked off the court for an entire month. He said he'd break his own fingers if Coach made him play with Kevin again." The thought of Andrew willingly destroying his talent made Neil's heart clench. "But he's playing now." Nicky took a couple quick sips from the fountain as soon as Aaron stepped out of the way and smeared a hand across his mouth. "Only because Kevin is. Kevin got back on the court with a racquet in his right hand, and Andrew wasn't far behind him. Up until then they were fighting like cats and dogs. Now look at them. They're practically trading friendship bracelets and I couldn't fit a crowbar between them if it'd save my life.”"But why?" Neil asked. "Kevin's obsessed with Exy, if Andrew couldn't care less-?" "The day they start making sense to you, let me know," Nicky said, moving so Neil could get a drink. "I gave up trying to sort it all out weeks ago. You could ask, but neither of them will answer. But as long as I'm doling out advice? Stop staring at Kevin so much. You're making me fear for your life over here.""What do you mean?""Andrew is scary territorial of him. He punched me the first time I said I'd like to get Kevin too wasted to be straight."Nicky pointed at his face, presumably where Andrew had decked him, Neil didn't think he could blame him for it. "So yeah, I'm going to crush on safer targets until Andrew gets bored of him. That means you, since Matt's taken and I don't hate myself enough to try Seth. Congrats.""Can you take the creepy down a level?" Aaron asked."What?" Nicky asked. "He said he doesn't swing, so obviously he needs a push.”“I don't,” Neil said firmly. “I'm fine with things the way they are.”"Seriously, how are you not bored of your hand by now?”Neil sighed, “Look, Nicky, I have no problems with your sexuality, but I'm not about to sit here and explain mine to you. I'm just here to play. All I want from any of you is the best you can give me on the court. So I'm done with this conversation. This and every future variation of it.”The stadium door slammed open as Andrew showed up at last. He swept them with a wide-eyed look as if surprised to see them all there. "Kevin wants to know what's taking you so long. Did you get lost?""Nicky's scheming to seduce Neil," Aaron said. "There are a couple flaws in his plan though.""You're such an @ssh@l@," Nicky said, turning to look at Aaron. “Besides, you're the one who was leering at Hazel so much yesterday, I think you're the one scheming.”“No I wasn't!” Aaron burst out, “I looked at her a little, there's no rule against just looking! She's kinda pretty, but it's not a big deal or anything, lots of girls are pretty!”Neil wasn't sure who he was trying so desperately to convince, Nicky was the only one to make any accusations, and Neil was the only one in the room with anything close to a claim on Hazel, but it was Andrew that Aaron was looking at.Andrew looked more amused than anything, turning an expectant look at Neil, but only for half a second before he seemed to run out of patience and decided to speak himself. “Nothing to say about that? I'd think you'd be angry about someone checking out your girlfriend.”Nicky frowned. “They said they weren't dating.”“They did say that,” Andrew agreed. “But that's not what it sounded like last night, I could hardly sleep on Coach's couch with how loud it was. Maybe you didn't realize how thin those walls were.” He said, staring Neil down.Neil bit his tongue to keep from laughing, of all the things to fixate on this was the stupidest, but it was also the one aspect of his life he had no real reason to lie about, so he responded easily enough.“Hazel moved everything by herself yesterday, in return I promised I'd make it up to her, a back massage seemed like a more than fair request.”Andrew stared at him, for a moment his face was actually blank, before the grin returned with a vengeance, “You expect me to believe she was that loud over a massage?”“I'm good with my hands.” Neil responded, perfectly deadpan.Andrew glanced down at his hands, like he could verify it for himself with just a look, before his gaze returned to Neil's face, “I don't think I like you.” He informed Neil, still smiling.“I was under the impression you didn't like anyone, so I don't think anything has changed.”Neil glanced over at Aaron and Nicky, who were watching the back and forth conversation with more fascination than Neil thought it really warranted. Eager to be done with this, Neil turned back to Andrew."Are we playing or what?" He asked. "Kevin's waiting." Andrew looked at Neil as if that hadn't occurred to him. "Oh, you're right. Let's go or we'll never hear the end of it." Andrew spun away and walked right back out of the room. Neil heard Aaron approach Nicky but he didn't bother to look at them, instead following after Andrew.It took a little longer, but eventually all five of them were on the court together. Kevin barely waited for them to stop at his side before dividing them up with a flick of his fingers. "Aaron is with me. Nicky and Andrew get the child. Two-man team scrimmage with an empty away goal.""I'm not a child," Neil said. "You're only a year older than I am." Two, really, but he wasn't about to tell them he'd lied about both his birthday and his age.Kevin ignored that, but Nicky spoke up, "Shouldn't Andrew be with you and Aaron? Then Neil can practice shooting on him." Kevin looked bored by the suggestion. "If I thought he could make it to the goal, I would have set it up that way."“Them's fighting words," Nicky said, grinning at Neil. "Bring it, kid.”Although there were only five of them, they set up as if they had two full teams: Neil and Kevin spaced out on the half-court line, Nicky at first-fourth, and Aaron at far-fourth. Andrew acted as dealer from his place in the home goal and slammed the ball all the way to the other end of the court. The second Neil heard the crack of Andrew's racquet, he started moving, pushing up before Aaron could close him out.Kevin should have done the same and pushed up the court toward Nicky, but he stayed on the half-court line. Likewise, Aaron let the rebound go past him. Neil didn't stop to think about it but scooped the ball out of the air. He only had it for two seconds before Kevin appeared out of nowhere. Kevin smashed their racquets together so hard the ball popped one way and Neil's racquet flew the other. Neil swore at the sharp pain that stabbed up his arms. "Keep count," Kevin said before going after the ball.Neil scrambled for his stick and hurried after him, but Kevin's head start was too much. Nicky tried to fend Kevin off, but Kevin faked him out and scored a few seconds later. Andrew, who should have been guarding their goal, was using his oversized racquet as a prop. He over his shoulder as the goal lines lit up red but didn't react otherwise."You could at least try," Kevin said.Andrew thought about it, then said, "I could, couldn't I? Maybe next time!”Nicky caught the ball and tossed it to Andrew, who caught it with his goalie glove. The four set up to go again, and Andrew started them off with another vicious serve. This time Kevin jogged to meet Nicky, leaving Neil to get past Aaron. Neil ran for the ball and Aaron fell in alongside him on his way by. As soon as Neil was close enough to catching the ball that body-checking was a legal move, Aaron slammed into him full-force. Neil stumbled, off-balance, and ground his racquet into the floor to stop himself from tripping over his own feet. Aaron caught the ball and threw it right over his head to Kevin. Andrew watched as Kevin scored again."What's Andrew doing?" Neil asked. "Nothing," Aaron said, as simple as it was obvious, and they set up for another serve.At the twenty-minute mark, Kevin checked Neil into the wall and pinned him there with a gloved hand to his chest long enough to demand, "Are you even trying?”Neil shoved him, but Kevin was already leaving, off to grab the ball and score again. The court seemed so much larger when he only had one teammate to rely on, and the rules that only let them carry a ball for ten steps made them rely heavily on the court's walls. Neil wasn't used to playing like this. He didn't like it and his unfamiliarity with this style only made it easier for Aaron and Kevin to completely dominate the court. Each set forced Neil to try harder and go faster, but this wasn't Millport. His childhood experience and his speed weren't enough when facing athletes of this caliber. Neil was frustrated, then amazed, then frustrated all over again as the scrimmage wore on. He scored a couple times during the scrimmage, but his goals felt worthless when he didn't have a goalkeeper to contend with. After forty minutes, Kevin called them to an abrupt halt and swept his racquet at the backliners. "Get out. Both of you get out right now.""Thank God," Nicky said, and ran for the door. Kevin waited until Aaron pulled the door closed behind them, then grabbed the grated front of Neil's helmet and dragged him toward Andrew's goal. Andrew finally took an interest in the proceedings and stood up straight. Kevin let go when Neil reached the fox paw marking the foul line. "Ball," he said, and Andrew tossed it over. Kevin pushed it against Neil's chest until Neil took it. "You stay here and fire on Andrew until he's tired. Maybe you'll score once.""Uh oh," Andrew said with a laugh. "This won't end well." Kevin turned around and left, slamming the door behind him on his way out. Neil collected the bucket of b@lls from the north home corner where they'd stored it during their scrimmage. He set the bucket on first-fourth and went back to the foul line for his first shot. Andrew, who hadn't lifted so much as a finger to stop Kevin from scoring on him, didn't have the same consideration for Neil. He swept his massive racquet around in one long swing and hit the ball so hard Neil heard it bounce off the away court wall behind him. Neil looked over his shoulder, then took another ball from the bucket and tried again.Neil lost track of time after that. Swings and minutes blurred in an exhausting mix. He kept going long after his arms started burning because he didn't know how to stop. Eventually the pain faded in favor of a heavy sense of numbness. He knew Andrew should be tired by now since Andrew had such a heavy racquet and was hitting every ball like he wanted to score a home run, but Andrew didn't even slow down.He knew he'd gone too far when he took a swing and lost his grip on his racquet. Andrew laughed as it clattered against the ground and skidded toward the goal. Andrew knocked the ball straight back at Neil, and Neil didn't have a racquet to defend himself with. He brought up his arms to block his face instinctively, but he felt that sharp smack on his forearms even through his arm guards. He stumbled back a step under the impact and shot Andrew a dirty look. "Let's go," Andrew said. "Tick tock. I won't wait forever for you.”Neil knew it was a bad idea, but he went for his racquet anyway. Picking it up hurt, and when he tried to lift it high enough for a swing, his right arm gave a sharp spasm and he lost his grip. His stick hit the court at his feet. "Oh no," Andrew said. "I think Neil's in trouble."Neil crouched and reached for his racquet. It felt like his muscles were unraveling inside of him, twisting into tight balls around his elbow and wrist, but Neil wrapped his fingers around the stick and picked it up. Andrew stood his racquet up in front of him and propped his arms on top of it, waiting and watching as Neil stupidly tried another shot on goal. Neil only got his racquet shoulder height before he dropped it again. The ball rolled harmlessly away."Can you or can't you?" Andrew asked.Defeat tasted sour as Neil crouched by his racquet. "I'm done.”Andrew left the goal to meet him but stopped with one foot on Neil's racquet. Neil tried to pull it out from under him, but he didn't have the strength. He was even less successful in his attempt to push Andrew off, and that hurt so much his vision crackled black. "Get off my racquet.""Make me?" Andrew said, spreading his arms in invitation. "Try, anyway.""Don't tempt me.""Such fierce words from such a little creature," Andrew said. "You're not very bright. Typical of a jock.""Hypocrite," Neil said. Andrew gave him a thumbs-up and pushed past Neil. Neil tried to catch himself before he tipped over, but his hand wouldn't hold his weight. He fell flat on his back and didn't even try to get up. He was too tired to care anymore, so he laid there and listened as Andrew left the court. The door banged closed behind him. Neil rolled his head to one side and watched through the walls as they left.When he was sure they were gone he painstakingly cleaned up the court. His arms were throbbing as he peeled his uniform off, and getting dressed again was almost too much to handle. "D@mn," he whispered. He'd gone too far today in his determination to keep up with his teammates. If he couldn't control himself and take it one step at a time, there was no way he'd be able to play by the time August rolled around.He ran back home, keeping his pace slower than usual, and took the stairs up to the seventh floor. The apartment door was unlocked, and Hazel was waiting for him in the living room. “Kevin called Wymack, warned him you tried to blow your arms out against Andrew. Coach said you weren't that stupid, but I know how you get with Exy. So I told him sometimes you are, and he should go ahead and get those game tapes for you to watch tomorrow.” “I might have gotten carried away.” Neil confirmed. “Sorry.”“I'm not mad, I just worry about you, I don't like you getting hurt, even when you bring it on yourself.”“I know, I'll be more careful, I won't push this hard again.”“You better not, Abram.” Hazel sighed. “How bad are your arms, do you want an ice pack?”“I'm fine.”“Abram.”“I'll take an ice pack.”“That's what I thought.”Hazel spent the rest of the night taking care of him and texting Abby for the best kinds of treatment to give him, not once did she yell at him, or tell him what an inconvenience it was, and every touch was just as gentle as always.He still dreamt about the beating Mary would have given him, but it's Hazel who was there when he woke up, and it was always going to be Hazel from now on. He only felt a little guilty about the relief he felt at the thought.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Nikcy nearly got his own "you know i get it" rant about being creepy to Neil before Neil and I remembered he promised not to start a fight lolNeil: does it still count if it finished the fight?Me: unfortunately'
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