'I'm on the bench, while the rest of the team is playing.

I'm the only one on the bench, everyone else is playing having fun, showing their soccer skills.

Dani and Char are playing as well. Dani scores. She is not even a soccer player but she is playing much better than me.

I suck.

I hear the coach screaming my name from the other side of the field, the whole team looking at me while he keeps screaming.

What does he want? Put me down?

I'm in the lowest pall, keep screaming.

And he does, but he has a girly voice?'

"Kelsey!" The girly voice resembles a lot like Dani.

"Kels, it's for you," she screams closer now, and it doesn't feel right, what is for me again? I'm probably still dreaming.

I turn myself on the bed to go back to sleep.

"Kelsey!" I hear her shouting again, and I could identify her bad mood.

The screams seem to be real, her shouting my name is resembling real as well. Yet, I still prefer lingering on my bed than checking what is going on.

I'm so comfortable here.

"Uhm?" I turn on the bed again. Seriously did I miss my alarm? What is happening?

Because sleep is such an important part of my life. It is something I love doing.

Yes, I'm that boring, but I enjoy it.

Do you want to be on my bad side? Mess with my sleeping schedule.

That's why this Thursday morning when I got awake with someone shouting my name, I woke up in a bad mood.

Even if I'm thankful that it has brought me off my nightmare.

"Wake up Kelsey!" Did I just hear a male voice? or did I start imagining things? Maybe I am dreaming.

"Come on! You can't take your place on the football team back while sleeping!"

Now it just woke me from a nightmare into another. I wander on the bed, this statement quite did the job of awakening me.

Opening my eyes and looking at the window, it's still night outside, so what's going on?

Why is Dani screaming? and I think I heard Andrew.

Not quite sure, his voice was maybe a dre-

But no, turning around I discover him at my bedroom door.

"What are you doing here?"

"We are running."

"No, we are not."

"Yes, we are, so get up and put on some clothes."

Once I take my phone, I naturally ache to scream to the world because it is 6 am, who wakes up at 6 am, and worst to run??

I have always admired those people, who wake up really early and start their day running full of energy, truly knowing I would never be one of them, I love sleeping too much.

"Andrew is six in the morning, I'm not going out of my bed, go run yourself."

"Do you want your place back in the team or what?"

"I will fight for that later, once I'm awake."

"You are awake, we are going now. You won't go back to sleep anyway, so come up!"

"Never doubt of my sleeping capabilities."

"Well I don't, right now I'm more in doubt about your sports capabilities."

That hit the nerve, and I'm honestly in doubt as well, just don't want to accept it.

"C'mon we are losing time." I glare at him and I don't even know why I'm following him. I hate doing sports this early in the morning.

I loathe doing anything this early in the morning.

However, the truth is I'm doing nothing so far to earn my place back, so he is right I have to start.

I need to focus on it, it is messing with my head. I will stop postponing and starting today since my morning is already ruined.

Tomorrow, I will set my time to run and train, during another time of the day.

Once I've changed into my sports clothes, I find Andrew in the living room, pushing a cup to me with something yellow on it.

"What is it?"

"Drink it, is to give you energy."

"Argh! What is in it? Poison?"

I have never tasted something so disgusting, and I have eaten dishes prepared by Dani. Awful ones.

"It's my morning shake. Drink it and let's go."

Drink it, drink it?

I glare at him, he and his bossy behavior, as I could drink something as distasteful.

Is a miracle I have drunk half of this thing, just because I was not prepared for this taste and gulp half of it in once.

Now I know how bad it tastes, I can't do it again.

We left the building and start running slowly.

"So, what position do you play?"

"Lateral."

"So, you run a lot, we will be running together, and I will prepare a training for you."

Sighing, I glance at him astonished, he would seriously do this?

"I can run by myself, I'm not a morning person."

"Don't tell me?" He fakes surprise, "but no, we are running together, you should have started already, and you didn't, so now you're doing this with me." He states it firmly.

I'm unconvinced I want to do this with someone. I should be capable of doing this by myself, shouldn't I?

Well, I'm certainly not, or I would still have my place on the team.

"You have to change your food habits as well; you eat too much fat for someone who needs proteins."

Oh no, he messes with my sleep and now wants to mess with my food habits? I'm not thinking this is going to work.

I don't even have the energy to run and respond. I just groan back at him. I'm already panting.

Look at him, making me pant this early in the morning, just not for the good reason, though.

I giggle, making Andrew glance at me.

And he keeps glancing at me all the way, as I pretend I don't notice it.

I don't get why he is doing this, probably Charles has convinced him to. Although, if I didn't know him better, I would say he cares.

I know, crazy right? Good, I know him better and won't let him get under my skin.

We keep running for an hour, a whole hour, and each time Andrew tries to increase our speed I couldn't keep up with him.

Obliging him to slow down again. He interrogates me about soccer and explains about training and what I should be eating.

It's when I discern he has probably played soccer as well, and that he can be quite patient when he wants to, especially since I couldn't be in a worst mood.

As I said before, it is not my time of the day. I should be sleeping.

I haven't eaten, more relevant I haven't drunk coffee. If I have at least drunk coffee the other half of my brain would be awake as well. The one part which is nice to people.

I can't avoid drooling once we pass in front of the coffee shop close to our place. I really need something to eat, and I really need coffee. I slow down unconsciously, regretting I haven't brought money with me. How stupid.

"Ok, I think it is fair we have a coffee, but next time drink the entire shake if you don't want to be hungry."

I groan again, I feel like it is already eleven pm, I'm exhausted.

Andrew sees it and tells me to find a seat while he orders our drinks.

I take a seat and place my head on the table while I wait for my cappuccino.

"Here," Andrew deposits a cup in front of me.

"This is not a cappuccino," I state after my expert inspection.

"Well noted, it is a caramel cortado," He says smiling, who smiles at this time of the morning?

I don't care what it is, I was expecting a cappuccino.

One thing, he could give me at least this one thing.

He is so frustrating, he doesn't seem to be able to simply give me what I want.

I keep glaring at him, "I really want a cappuccino, could you lend me some money please?"

Yeah, I'm being a bitch, but it is almost 7:30 in the morning and I woke up one hour and thirty minutes ago, I haven't drink coffee, I have drunk a disgusting shake and ran.

Not my way of starting a day, the minimum I can have is MY cappuccino.

"Have you ever drank a caramel cortado?"

"No", I always order a cappuccino, and I do for a reason, I love it. I don't want anything else.

"At least taste it, if you hate it I will go and change for a cappuccino." He proposes, keeping his daring green eyes on me.

He is being patient with my childish behavior, and I'm testing it.

So, I agree I can at least taste the damn thing if it will make him buy me a cappuccino.

I take a sip while glaring at him. Again, I'm not a morning person.

I close my eyes as I welcome the strong taste of coffee, yeah impressive, but I mean it is stronger than in a cappuccino. And it has a sweet aftertaste of caramel.

I'm shocked, it is a perfect combination.

Once I open my eyes taking another sip, I spy Andrew grinning at me.

I'm uncertain I prefer it to a cappuccino, but I definitely want to drink it now.

"It seems you hate it, I will change it," he provokes me, moving his hands in the direction of my cup, which I fastly move away from him.

"It is ok, I won't make you spend your money on another drink. I will drink it." Such a mature person Kelsey.

Thumbs up to you and your mature attitude assuming when you are wrong. So open-minded.

"This is a yaourt cake," He now pushes a plate in my direction. Which is not my usual chocolate cake, again such an expert inspection.

Yes, I have my habits.

Well, I guess Andrew doesn't know about them. I have the impression he doesn't have any, as he likes to try different things all the time.

The cake is not bad. Apparently, healthier than my chocolate cake.

After we eat, we head home, I still need to prepare myself to go to college.

At least after the cup of coffee, I can hear the birds singing again, I'm even capable of thanking Andrew for the coffee. Coffee really helps me growing up.

Andrew opens the entrance door and I follow him. He convinces me to take the stairs.

He is wearing some soccer shorts, how did I never notice he has such a nice ass? Yeah, I'm fully awake now.

"See you tonight Kelsey!" Andrew tells me with his shining eyes and mischievous smile, once he is entering the apartment.

What about tonight?

Thursday night. Right, I guess we are back to our habitual schedule.

And I will restart it, finally putting a special tool of him in use.

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