"No, it's another problem.

I...

I, don't laugh, okay?

I don't think that I could get a boner if we... did the thing...", I whispered in embarresment.

Eric's cheeks blushed.

"Is it... Is it because you're not able, or you don't feel like..." I bit my lip.

"It's embarrissing to talk about that, but I don't feel like it. And I guess I will never feel like it..."

He looked confused.

"How can you know that?"

I sighed.

"I don't know..."

"And how did you get morning wood this morning?"

"I don't know.", I lied.

He knew I was lying. He could always read me like a book.

"I don't believe you."

I shook my head. "No, you're right. But it's too embarissing to tell anyone. Not even you."

Eric looked sad, but nodded.

"Okay, tell me, when you're confident enough. I understand if you're embarressed talking about such a semitive topic."

"So... Never."

He sighed.

"I guess so..."

"Eric?"

"Hm?", he looked up from the lawn.

"Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome, Dele."

We silently walked back inside.

When we were in our room again

Kyle smiled at us.

"Are you two alright?"

We nodded.

"Yeah, it's fine.", Eric replied.

Kyle shook his head.

"You two are certainly special."

I threw myself onto my bed and listened to music.

Tomorrow we had the match against Stoke.

I pretended to be thinking about my strategy, but in fact I tried to face my feelings and to organize them, but it was no use.

At half past five Mauricio explained this matches' strategy to us and warned us about Stoke, as always.

I knew a coach was always supposed to warn his team... But no one really cared about what he said.

We would always just give our best and try to play well.

"Alright.", he said. "See you tomorrow, and don't forget to play with your head, got it?" Everyone nodded.

When we were in our room again Eric chuckled. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to beating Stoke."

Kyle shook his head. "Come down from your high horse, Eric."

Eric pouted. "Since when are you so grown-up, Mr. Walker-Peters?"

Kyle seemed to be thinking...

"Yeah, you're right. We'll kick their asses."

They high-fived each other.

I shook my head. "Unbelievable."

When we were having dinner Sonny poked me and laughed.

"What's good, Sonny?"

"Wanna play Fifa after dinner?", he asked happily.

"Sure.", I said. "That would be really nice."

Mauricio, who had noticed our plans, chuckled.

"But don't stay up too long. One o'clock is the latest time for bed, got it?"

"Okay, okay, coach. Dele needs his beauty sleep anyway."

After dinner I went to Andros', Tom's and Sonny's room.

I didn't knock.

Here at Spurs we never knocked on each others door. We just came in and shouted for certain players.

"Sonny?", I shouted.

"Damn, Dele. No need to shout like that.", Tom complained.

"Dele!", Sonny shouted.

Tom simply sighed in resignation.

"Somebody please shoot me already."

"Nah, mate.", Andros chuckled. "We need you. You're quite a good midfielder."

"Oh, you. Stop it, you.", Tom said sarcastically.

Sonny crashed onto Tom's bed.

"We'll play Fifa now." Tom looked at me.

"Yeah. I think I will see what Ryan is up to. Bye, guys."

He obviously was too annoyed to listen to us swearing while playing videogames.

Andros nodded towards us. "Me, too, guys. I'll go and do something else. Have fun."

Sonny picked his team, Bayern. I, as a supporter of my own team, picked Spurs.

"I'm gonna tell Mauricio, that you didn't pick Spurs!", I laughed.

"No, no!", Sonny cried. "He will replace me!"

We laughed. I won the first match, then when it was Madrid against Barcelona he won with Madrid.

When we played Borussia Dortmund against Juventus, we apperently cursed a little bit too much.

Someone knocked on the door.

A shy Vincent came in, lulled into a cozy blanket, in striped pyjamas and cute little shoes.

He looked adorable.

"Hey, Vince? What's good?"

He looked tired.

"Could you..." He yawned.

"Could you please be a bit less noisy? Kevin and Ben... And me. We need to sleep, please. So can you... Maybe please..."

"Shut the fuck up already and go to bed, you hyperactive brats?", Ben contiued angrily.

"Oh, hi Ben." "We were about to stop playing Fifa, but since you're here, we decided to play another round."

Ben growled.

"Fine. One match. But not more."

Sonny and I giggled.