"Beat me at soccer or you have to be my boyfriend!" she said, as she ran rings around me with the ball. "I told you, I don't even like soccer!" I said, not budging. "Oh... so you forfeit, my love?" she teased, making a kissy face, a very cute and annoying kissy face.
My friend was super talented at soccer. She didn't want to play either, except with me. It frustrated grown ups who wanted to push her to play in championships and it frustrated me because I didn't want to play!
"Okay fine I'll play!" I said. She knew how to get around me in more ways than with a ball. "Yay!" She said and added "Let's make it more interesting: A goal wins three kisses!" she said and started playing before I had a chance to object. There was no talking to her. I had to stop her from scoring!
I chased, tackled, tried every kind of a thing but she was too quick and it was like the ball was part of her body. In no time at all she scored a goal on me.
"Pucker up, boyfriend!" she said, leaning in to me and throwing her arms around me into a hug, making kissy faces.
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