Go teamwork Part 1

I sat covered in sweat and dirt after soccer practice waiting for my parents. Being only 16 I had my permit but unfortunately hadn’t gotten it until 6 months after my birthday so I was still dependent on my parents for rides. How cool is that right? Anyways, I sat away from my team mainly because I liked to be alone but also because I was gay. I mean I can control myself and everything but one of my teammates, Davis, was just too much for me to handle. He was everything anyone could want and I didn’t feel like making a fool of myself. I sat there patiently, ignoring my teammates and going through Facebook on my android when Davis started walking towards me. He sat down next to me and my heart was racing. Why would he want to come over here?
“Your parents still aren’t here?”
“No, I think they finally decided to abandon me for sure.”
“Haha I doubt it! Did you call them?”
“Yeah, but they won’t get here for another hour. They’re still on their way back from Alabama.”
“Well if you want, I can drive you to my house and you can just spend the night.”
“For real? That would be sick! Let me just call them.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
I immediately dialed my dad and anxiously waited for him to answer.
“Hola?”
“Hey dad, Davis offered to let me stay the night at his house since you guys are still on your way back from Alabama. Is it cool with you guys if I stay with him?”
“Sure mi hijo. Just be safe.”
“Sweet, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I hung up and put my phone into my soccer bag.
“They said yes.”
“Nice! My car’s over there.”
“Okay, let me just get my stuff together.”
“Sure thing. I’ll wait for you in the car.”
“Alright. I won’t take long.”
As he walked away I couldn’t help but admire how cute he really was. He had blond hair that was short enough so he didn’t have to style it. He was tan and had a very nice build that I couldn’t help noticing especially when we changed jerseys before games. His eyes were a startling grayish blue that would always take my breath away. I may not be great friends with him but I’m lucky enough to be in his presence.
I was still mesmerized by his physique when my phone rang again. Broken out of my trance I took it out and looked at the caller ID. It was my best friend Caleigh. She was one of the only people that knew that I was gay.
“Yolo,” I answered.
“Do you really need to say that every time you answer your phone?”
“Of course!