Juliet

"Wohooo two to go baby." Oliver screamed. He sure loves football.

I was sitting on the bleachers. It was pretty uncomfortable, since I was wearing a tight skirt. I felt out of place in here. But what the heck. It's been long since I had this much of fun.

Oliver is great for company. So was Owen.

He reminded me of the time when he played for our school. We used to win every time. Because of him. He used to fight like crazy. I still remember him declaring his love for me on the field. I smiled at that memory.

"Why are you smiling like that ?"

I looked up to see Owen, closer than expected, looking at me intently. I let out a short breath.

"It's reminding me of our school days."

"Ahhh...so the Amnesia is recovering." He smirked.

"Shut up." I elbowed him hard trying to fight the smile.

He gripped my elbow and brought me more closer to him. So close I felt his hard chest against my sides.

"Were you smiling because I made our school win every time or about the thing I did on the field that night ?"

He looked at me closely. His eyes turning into a stormy sea. It held a different meaning altogether.

As if he were to say he missed us. I could feel his breath over my face. His hand had not left my elbows. I pushed myself away from him.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

I said looking at Oliver screaming like a girl when they hit the last and final goal. I laugh shaking my head.

"What do you see in him ?"

"Something which you lack in."

"Stupidity ?"

He asked smiling at me innocently.

"No jackass ! Civility and kindness."

"But I thought I was a master in those departments."

I flipped him the finger. As for him, he showed me a hole.He came closer and put my finger inside the hole and repeating the movement.

"And let's not forget, being the king in this department." He smirked. I jerked my fingers away from him.

"Shut up."

He chuckled and went back looking at the game. He hasn't changed a bit. I thought shaking my head.