His Soccer Girl

Tipsy

"Holy shit." Bryce said under his breath as we entered out large suite.  It was exquisite! There was one large king sized bed in the middle of the room, with a very large flat screen TV in front of it. There was a couch on one side of the room, with a not-so-mini-bar next to it. Long white curtains covered the French doors that lead to the balcony.

I peaked into the bathroom which had a bath tub that was so huge that it could be a miny pool. The black tile of the bathroom had gold specks in it that made it looked so fancy.

"And Jason's paying for this?" Bryce asked in disbelief. "Yepperoonie."

"Wow." Bryce said under his breath.

I collapsed onto the large plush bed, Bryce falling right next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "I've missed you." He said, looking me in the eyes.

I smiled softly, and placed a hand on his cheek. "I've missed you too. I've missed this. Just being near you." I started to lean forward to kiss him.

"Hey Summer we've got a pla- oh, um, am I interrupting something?" Brit asked from the doorway of our room.

Bryce sighed and rolled over, and I couldn't help but chuckle at Brit's timing. "No, what's up?"

"Well, Jason and I have been trying to figure out something fun all of us can do tonight,-" She started closing the door behind her.

"And?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, intrigued.

She clapped her hands together, grinning ear to ear. "We are going clubbing!"

"Clubbing?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah!" she squeaked.

I looked at Bryce who had sat down on the sofa at the end of the room. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I clutch my sides as a laugh rippled through my body.

"What the hell is so funny?!"Brit asked, crossing her arms and pouting.

I wiped a tear that fell out of the corner of my eye, "I don't know if you realize this Brit but none of us are twenty-one! How the heck are we supposed to go clubbing?!"

Brit grinned, "Just trust me, I have my ways. Plus, once you get in, it's not like you'll get carded."

I thought about it for a second, then looked at Bryce, who shrugged. "Why not. Sounds like fun." Bryce said.

I looked at Brit who was jumping up and down and squealing with joy, like a kid that just got her way. She skipped over and wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled me up. "Come on Summy! We have to go get ready!" she exclaimed.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her strangely. "Can't I get dressed in my room?"

"Uh, no! We have to go through different outfits, figure out how were going to do our hair and makeup!" she went on as she dragged me away. I glanced over at Bryce who was grinning. I rolled my eyes as we exited our room.

Brit and I were in her room that was right across the hallway from mine and Bryce's. As soon as the door shut Brit let go of my wrist and skipped over to her suit case, which laid unzipped on her bed, with pretty, dresses sprawled out all over the bed.

"Where did you get these?" I asked, looking at the beautiful dresses like a kid in a candy store.

She had a mischievous grin on her face. "I bought them. Specifically for nights like these, where we can let loose and just, have fun. It's kind of my way for saying thanks for all that you've done for me and my kids."

 I turned to look at my best friend. She was the closest thing I had to a sister and over the years she has been there for me through thick and thin, and made sure I got out of my shell from day one. She was the one who convinced me to join the team, and get back into soccer again. I smiled and gave her a tight hug. "That's what friends do Brit. They're there in times of need, that's all I did..."