Whatever it takes

38. Whatever It Takes

TW/CW: blood

April 17, 2:24 pm
Wilbur POV.

Arriving at the field felt different today. There was more calmness in my body rather than rage or hurt. Just watching the other team warm up I felt good, I felt like I was going to win. I was going to do whatever it takes to win.

I don't think I've ever felt this was about a game in years. The want to be on the field and the sudden rush of excitement just looking at it. This game was such a big part of my life and this was my final goodbye, the end of a chapter.

I never thought I'd feel this way about my final game either. If you would've asked me six months ago I would've just gladly told you that I was done, my final game would just be a mere memory sitting in the back of my skull.

Dad had talked to Tommy after he got back from the game. It was about an hour long talk and I sat outside the dirt for all of it. I could hear the two of them both crying. Apologies spoken every few seconds, Tom about feeling sorry for wanting more attention while Dad told him that that's exactly what he deserves. Ever since Dad has really seemed like he was trying, he even signed us up to do family therapy.

We were a little hesitant but either the two sessions we've had it's actually helped. I've slowly started making amends with Techno, helped him re-dye his hair pink a few nights ago. Nothing was spoken but one thank you when we were done.

Tommy and Dad put together a puzzle while Tommy told him random facts about animals he liked. Mum called every now and then just to check up on us, making sure we were all okay and that Dad was treating us all fairly. She was thrilled to hear that things were starting to mend between the four of us.

Sadly she wasn't able to make it to the game even though she promised she would. It's fine though. Niki's sitting on the other side of the field next to Puffy holding hands and smiling. She's been a good friend throughout all of this. We also got into NYU together and plan on moving in with each other. Puffy got into some college in Vermont and would be visiting us frequently.

Dream called the other day to see how I was doing. I guess but being friends for a few years makes you want to immodestly go back into old habits. I told him I was doing fine and that had gotten into the same college my best friend had. He congratulated me and told me that he got into USC, the same school his mother went to and played for during her time there, and also got an offer to come and play for their men's team. He took the offer.

He also told me George got into Yale and would be going there. He was unexcited about not being able to see him all the time but was definitely willing to make long distance work.

The ref stood on the field waiting for all of us to pile on and start the game. Everybody got into positions and the game commenced.

It was a brutal game. The ref didn't get control of it from the beginning so now everything that should've been a yellow or even a red, wasn't even called or a foul. The ref was really helping nobody as usual.

Within the first twenty minutes Ponk got cleated in the back and had to be carried off the field since he was in so much pain. About five minutes later Sam got a yellow and a warning for practically tackling the guy who hurt him. So the game was going great.

The next ten minutes go by and a player on their team takes a ball to the head and doesn't get up immediately and when they did they went right back down like Dream when Techno broke his wrist and gave him a concussion. So they had to be taken out.

Half time hits and everybody is silent. No ones made an advancement on goal, the ball has just stayed relatively in the middle for most of the game. But Dad was confident that we could win, all we needed was a goal.