Page 92 of Hitting the Goal Line
This better not be a romantic night between Elijah and Sophia because if it is, I might actually strangle the bastard.
Sophia is nowhere in sight, so I call out for her.
“Sophie!” I yell out, in the direction of her bedroom. One that she hasn’t slept in in weeks.
Right away, she comes running out. “Hi,” she says giving me a bright smile. One that I have missed seeing so damn much. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Hi,” I say back, returning her smile. “What’s going on?” I ask, nodding toward the makeshift fort that is missing a roof and walls.
“I thought it would be fun to have a movie night. You know just the two of us. It feels like we haven’t done that in a while,” she says, her voice shaking a bit, like she is scared that I’m going to turn her down.
I’m not, because she’s right, we haven’t done it in a while. Maybe since the summer. Time got ahead of us, what with hockey and her finishing up her nursing degree. Then Elijah came in the picture and that put a bigger dent into our hang outs.
“It’s definitely been a while,” I say, feeling excited for the first time in weeks.
“So, what do you say? You, me, a bunch a junk food, a pillow fort and aFast and The Furiousmarathon?” She asks and for first time in what feels like forever, I see a brightness in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a long time. One that squeeze at my heart every single time that it’s directed at me.
Sophia looks absolutely breath taking, and she doesn’t even know it.
Instead of telling her what is going through my brain, I give her a bright smile and an enthusiastic nod.
“Let’s do it.”
“I may bethe only one that likes the third movie,” Soph lets out about ten minutes into the third movie of the night.
We’ve been at it for hours, with no end in sight and I fucking love it.
Not only spending time with my best friend, but I’m getting to listen to her laugh, and talk absolute nonsense all the while feeling her close by. I knew I missed her, missed us, but I didn’t know just how much until I was rewarded with this little gift.
“I think you might be the only one that likes these movies. They are fucking horrible,” I say to her, placing a hand behind my head.
My eyes are on the screen that I complexity miss Sophia grabbing a pillow and slamming it against my face for my comment.
“Take that back,” she tells me, slamming the pillow against my face again. “These movies are a masterpiece.”
I start to laugh as I grab a pillow of my own and swing her way. “Inceptionis a masterpiece. These are wannabe car movies with explosions and people dying.”
She lets out a gasp as if I insulted her. “I cannot believe you said that. Now you really need to take it back.”
“Not a chance,” I say, a smirk starting to spread across my face.
Sophia sits up, almost towering over me. “Take. It. Back,” she says, a smirk of her own starting to form.
I sit up, bringing my face mere inches from hers. “Never.”
We have a stare down for about ten seconds before a pillow hits the side of my head, and there is not a second of hesitation on my part on swing my pillow and getting her back.
Sophia’s sweet laughter, mixed together with mine, fills the room and it’s not only music to my ears, but also to my heart. I’ve been needing this. I’ve been needing a night with her, where it’s just the two of us, laughing our asses off, acting like we did when we were kids.
We have had countless of pillow fights throughout the years, but this one will definitely go to the very top, as one of my favorites.
We continue to pound at each other with the pillows, not getting the least bit tired. Soon the pounding goes to trying to escape and each of us pulling the other back.
Somehow, someway, I end up on top of her, while she lays under me looking like an angle sent down for me and only me.
The pillow fight is completely forgotten, and all there is me and Sophia, staring at each other’s face and our smiles not going anywhere.
“I’ve missed you,” I say to her, the words escaping me with no regard to what my brain wants.
