Post by Greenlee duPres on Sept 20, 2004 22:07:27 GMT -5
"Morning Love Crew!" Shannon called "Breakfast!" Everybody dreaded when Shannon made any meal. It was never edible, often times they were able to bounce it off the floors. they could never tell if her eggs were really milk for the coffee or her pancakes were discus for the track and field team. "Come on and eat. It’s gonna get cold."
"Where the hell is Nick?" Riley said, coming into the kitchen. "Doesn’t he believe in eating anymore?"
"He ran out of here early this morning," Mark yawned, sitting at the breakfast table. About a week and a half had passed since their meeting with Viki Davidson and still things were the same. Nick would take off in the morning because of football. He seemed at times to become even more belligerent with the housemates. Nothing had changed. "He’s got a game today. He had to go warm up."
"Are we going?" Shannon said, banging her knife and fork against the rock hard pancakes. "We’re not working at the site or anything. We should go."
Marcie looked at Riley and Jen. "I’m game."
Jen nodded. "Why not?" she smiled,
Mark looked down at his breakfast. "Sure" he said. "Sure, why not. Let’s get out of this house for a while."
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"Nick Messina!" Sean called to him as he came into the locker room, sweating from his wind sprints. "Looking good, man. You got a scout coming today or something?"
"Ya never know who’s watching." Nick said, working on catching his breath.
"Messina!" the coach called. "You got your father outside. Make it quick, alright."
"My old man?" Nick said. He pat Sean on the shoulder, heading out of the locker room and out to the field.
"Look at you," Frank Messina said as he saw Nick in the distance. "What have you been working out more? You got a lot bigger."
"We’re getting ready for a game, Pop" Nick said.
"I thought I would let you know that you’re gonna have a scout here today. You need to play like you’ve never played before."
"I always do, Pop" Nick sighed.
"This is your chance, Nicky," Frank said. "He’s here to see you. He heard what a player you are. This is what you’ve been playing all your life for. Don’t you disappoint me out there. Go win this game for the team, Nicky. You go out and win."
Nick took a deep breath. "I... gotta go, Pop." he said. "I gotta... I gotta go. We’re gonna be getting ready to play. I gotta go." He turned, heading back to the locker room.
"Nick!" Frank called. "You win today son!"
>>>>>>
"It’s been a while since I’ve actually been to a football game" Jen admitted as the Cougars took the field. "There he is... there’s Nick."
Nick stood on the field, pulling off his helmet for a moment wiping the sweat that had already begun to drench his brow. He jogged out to the middle of the field, joining the huddle, breaking at the sound of the whistle.
The game began just like any other. Nick got a hold of the ball, the crowd going wild as he proceeded to run fifty yards from the end line before being tackled. He went to regroup, finding it hard to catch his breath, feeling an overwhelming pressure in his chest. He shook it off, going back to the line.
"They look great out there," Marcie said to Mark. "Must be all that practice. Look at him."
"He’s the best player out there" Mark said. "If anyone on this team goes pro, it’s gonna be Nick."
The game continued, Nick getting the ball once again. He made his way towards the end zone, managing to weave in and out of the other teams players. His speed suddenly decreased as if he was running only at a quick trot. He couldn’t catch his breath, his heart beating a million mile a minute and then he got tackled.
The referee’s whistle blew and the teams went to go back to the line, but Nick didn’t move. the Love Crew leaned forward in their seats. Nick hadn’t been taken down any harder than usual, but he didn’t move. There was suddenly a crowd on the field around him. he seemed lifeless as the paramedics got to him, taking off his helmet. Mark could tell from where he sat that Nick wasn’t breathing as the paramedics brought him to the ambulance.
Mark jumped from his seat, hurrying down out of the stands. "Mark!" Marcie called as the rest of the Love Crew got up also. Mark was already heading to follow the ambulance to the hospital. "Mark!" She called again, "Hold on we’re coming with you!"
TBC
"Where the hell is Nick?" Riley said, coming into the kitchen. "Doesn’t he believe in eating anymore?"
"He ran out of here early this morning," Mark yawned, sitting at the breakfast table. About a week and a half had passed since their meeting with Viki Davidson and still things were the same. Nick would take off in the morning because of football. He seemed at times to become even more belligerent with the housemates. Nothing had changed. "He’s got a game today. He had to go warm up."
"Are we going?" Shannon said, banging her knife and fork against the rock hard pancakes. "We’re not working at the site or anything. We should go."
Marcie looked at Riley and Jen. "I’m game."
Jen nodded. "Why not?" she smiled,
Mark looked down at his breakfast. "Sure" he said. "Sure, why not. Let’s get out of this house for a while."
>>>>>>
"Nick Messina!" Sean called to him as he came into the locker room, sweating from his wind sprints. "Looking good, man. You got a scout coming today or something?"
"Ya never know who’s watching." Nick said, working on catching his breath.
"Messina!" the coach called. "You got your father outside. Make it quick, alright."
"My old man?" Nick said. He pat Sean on the shoulder, heading out of the locker room and out to the field.
"Look at you," Frank Messina said as he saw Nick in the distance. "What have you been working out more? You got a lot bigger."
"We’re getting ready for a game, Pop" Nick said.
"I thought I would let you know that you’re gonna have a scout here today. You need to play like you’ve never played before."
"I always do, Pop" Nick sighed.
"This is your chance, Nicky," Frank said. "He’s here to see you. He heard what a player you are. This is what you’ve been playing all your life for. Don’t you disappoint me out there. Go win this game for the team, Nicky. You go out and win."
Nick took a deep breath. "I... gotta go, Pop." he said. "I gotta... I gotta go. We’re gonna be getting ready to play. I gotta go." He turned, heading back to the locker room.
"Nick!" Frank called. "You win today son!"
>>>>>>
"It’s been a while since I’ve actually been to a football game" Jen admitted as the Cougars took the field. "There he is... there’s Nick."
Nick stood on the field, pulling off his helmet for a moment wiping the sweat that had already begun to drench his brow. He jogged out to the middle of the field, joining the huddle, breaking at the sound of the whistle.
The game began just like any other. Nick got a hold of the ball, the crowd going wild as he proceeded to run fifty yards from the end line before being tackled. He went to regroup, finding it hard to catch his breath, feeling an overwhelming pressure in his chest. He shook it off, going back to the line.
"They look great out there," Marcie said to Mark. "Must be all that practice. Look at him."
"He’s the best player out there" Mark said. "If anyone on this team goes pro, it’s gonna be Nick."
The game continued, Nick getting the ball once again. He made his way towards the end zone, managing to weave in and out of the other teams players. His speed suddenly decreased as if he was running only at a quick trot. He couldn’t catch his breath, his heart beating a million mile a minute and then he got tackled.
The referee’s whistle blew and the teams went to go back to the line, but Nick didn’t move. the Love Crew leaned forward in their seats. Nick hadn’t been taken down any harder than usual, but he didn’t move. There was suddenly a crowd on the field around him. he seemed lifeless as the paramedics got to him, taking off his helmet. Mark could tell from where he sat that Nick wasn’t breathing as the paramedics brought him to the ambulance.
Mark jumped from his seat, hurrying down out of the stands. "Mark!" Marcie called as the rest of the Love Crew got up also. Mark was already heading to follow the ambulance to the hospital. "Mark!" She called again, "Hold on we’re coming with you!"
TBC
